Hi, Bob Dylan, wondering boy I wrote a song for you because you are something for me a boy who loves to be free may be you arenÕt a God may be you donÕt teach me to see but you have a face that makes vibrate a string of love in me you give people space and place without regard to tongue or race amazing to get space for you rich and poor are one you have a great integrity you burn your flame right to the core and sing your heart out, always more that love, Bob, is something for me no need to be admired no need to have control itÕs all about feelings your rythm is pure energy nothing can hold you back, Bob, if you can reach a soul youÕre not afraid to fall that freedom is something for me when the world is stupid and crazy and freedom is cast into prison when people are deaf for those like us you still have integrity, will to be free your candle is blowing high in the sky people can suffer, people can die but people who want to fly high will last by that freedom is something for me May be youÕre a slow walker steady as a stone lotÕs of people love you but you like to be alone your face is like a window, Bob, your face is honest, boy sometimes itÕs filled with silence sometimes itÕs filled with joy If freedom is honey, you are like a bee Bob, lovelonging bee whoÕre searching for honey in every tree loneliness is what you often have found but, lonely Bob Dylan, you have found a sound that sound is a rythm which makes people free that freedom is something for me Written by Vilde Bjerke
Reproduced with permission.
Expecting Rain
2006.04.08