tirsdag, november 13, 2007
Just walkin'
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
No one on earth would ever know
They say prayer has the power to help
So pray from the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I'm trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
I'll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
They'll be no mercy for you once you've lost
Now I'm all worn down by weepin'
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin'
I'll just slaughter them where they lie
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walking through the cities of the plague
The whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Eatin' hog eyed grease in hog eyed town
Heart burnin' – still yearnin'
Someday you'll be glad to have me around
They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I'll make the most of one last extra hour
I'll avenge my father's death then I'll step back
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Got to get you out of my miserable brain
All my loyal and much loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Thinkin' ‘bout that gal I left behind
It's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire's gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Carrying a dead man's shield
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' with a toothache in my heel
The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has it's tears
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Walkin' ever since the other night
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' ‘til I'm clean out of sight
As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma'am I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Up the road around the bend
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
In the last outback, at the world's end
Modern Times Bob Dylan
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tirsdag, november 13, 2007
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torsdag, oktober 04, 2007
søndag, august 26, 2007
en gylden hale
at hver uke har en hale
tre kvelder og to dager
til å fylle opp
begeret
med god mat
og drikke
fine samtaler
og meningsfull
stillhet
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Morten Oddvik
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søndag, august 26, 2007
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onsdag, august 15, 2007
høsten er det nye nyttår
høsten er i mye større grad en ny start enn nyttår. tilbake i trondheim og byen flytter inn, studentene har flokket til byen med princessposer og ikeatilhengere. jeg er klar for et nytt skoleår, gleder meg stort til fortsettelsen og en ny runde. ting føles nytt, men trygt. trygt, men utfordrende. motsetninger som føles spennende. håper inderlig at 07/08 blir bedre enn forrige runde. det kan gå mange veier, men jeg liker å tro at mye står på meg og mitt og da kan det bli bra.
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Morten Oddvik
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onsdag, august 15, 2007
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Labels: framtid, ny start, nytt, studenter, tanker, trondheim, trygghet
fredag, juni 29, 2007
ombrekking og omdirigering
Da var jeg ferdig med siste språkvask og gjennomgang av min første oversatte bok og vender nesa hjem til Horten fra Oslo før sommeren store reise. Blir stille her en stund, men ting skjer forhåpentligvis på den andre bloggen. Det har vært en fin liten uke med ferie, men jeg har ennå ikke samlet meg helt til eventyret som venter.
mange tanker
små
fyller hodet
nå
om litt
er hodet
tomt
og sansene
fulle med nye
jaja.
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Morten Oddvik
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fredag, juni 29, 2007
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Labels: bok, ferie, horten, oslo, ramblings, reise, tanker, travel, trivialiteter
lørdag, juni 23, 2007
ferie er plusstid
kroppen og hodet har vært stressa i innspurten.
nå kan jeg endelig trykke på pauseknappen og
sette alt inn på kontoen for mentalt
inntektsgivende aktiviteter
ah sommer
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lørdag, juni 23, 2007
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