National Poetry Month: Bob Dylan Won the Nobel Prize in Literature. How Does It Feel?

Bob Dylan

I first published this series on the Greatest Rock Poets (term 'rock poet' first used by John Lennon to describe Woody Guthrie)in 2012 when MzTeachuh first started out. I have always contended lyrics can be the finest of poetry. Now I feel very validated.

Who's the Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #1

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/whos-greatest-rock-poet-nomination-1.html 

Some say Bob Dylan is the greatest rock poet. My text book on Poetry, as an English Lit. major at Mount St.Mary's College, has the text of 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' as a poem worth studying; included by X. J. Kennedy, the compiler. This was back in 1969! I'll nominate Bob Dylan--incredible metaphors and poetic rhythms. Much better poetry than music, in my opinion.

Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone (ORIGINAL)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwOfCgkyEj0

Like A Rolling Stone

Always the penchant for honesty.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

 

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

I took this poem/song as a cautionary tale and led a quiet life. 

Greatest Rock Poet (#1 Nomination Again) All Along the Watchtower

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/greatest-rock-poet-1-nomination-again.html?spref=bl 

Watchtower II, Igor Pozdnyakov

 Bob Dylan's poetry again.

All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

All Along The Watchtower --Jimi Hendrix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY&feature=kp

 

Who Is The Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #8

I'm giving this one to Bono, although the Edge's guitar is pretty much a rock poet in its own right. U2's music video won the Grammy that year, with homage to the Beatles' rooftop concert.

U2 Where the Streets Have No Name 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzZWSrr5wFI

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no nameWhere the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

National Poetry Month: Bob Dylan Won the Nobel Prize in Literature. How Does It Feel?

Bob Dylan

I first published this series on the Greatest Rock Poets (term 'rock poet' first used by John Lennon to describe Woody Guthrie)in 2012 when MzTeachuh first started out. I have always contended lyrics can be the finest of poetry. Now I feel very validated.

Who's the Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #1

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/whos-greatest-rock-poet-nomination-1.html 

Some say Bob Dylan is the greatest rock poet. My text book on Poetry, as an English Lit. major at Mount St.Mary's College, has the text of 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' as a poem worth studying; included by X. J. Kennedy, the compiler. This was back in 1969! I'll nominate Bob Dylan--incredible metaphors and poetic rhythms. Much better poetry than music, in my opinion.

Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone (ORIGINAL)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwOfCgkyEj0

Like A Rolling Stone

Always the penchant for honesty.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

 

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

I took this poem/song as a cautionary tale and led a quiet life. 

Greatest Rock Poet (#1 Nomination Again) All Along the Watchtower

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/greatest-rock-poet-1-nomination-again.html?spref=bl 

Watchtower II, Igor Pozdnyakov

 Bob Dylan's poetry again.

All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

All Along The Watchtower --Jimi Hendrix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY&feature=kp

 

National Poetry Month: Who's The Greatest Rock Poet? #4

Tommy Pinball Playfield 
by RandomESHG

This is only a smidge of Pete Townsend's Rock Opera, Tommy.

The Who - Pinball Wizard (Woodstock) 1969 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiMHHfLc8S0

Pinball Wizard 

Pete not smashing his guitar.

Ever since I was a young boy,
I've played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball!

He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean.
He plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball!

He's a pin ball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
A pin ball wizard,
S'got such a supple wrist.

How do you think he does it? I don't know!
What makes him so good?'

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells,
Don't see lights a flashin'
Plays by sense of smell.
Always has a replay,
'N' never tilts at all
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball.

I thought I was
The Bally table king.
But I just handed
My pin ball crown to him.

Even on my favorite table
He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall
That deaf dumb and blind kind
Sure plays a mean pin ball!!!

Bob Dylan Won the Nobel Prize in Literature. How Does It Feel?

Bob

Bob Dylan

I first published this series on the Greatest Rock Poets (term 'rock poet' first used by John Lennon to describe Woody Guthrie)in 2012 when MzTeachuh first started out. I have always contended lyrics can be the finest of poetry. Now I feel very validated.

Who's the Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #1

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/whos-greatest-rock-poet-nomination-1.html 

Some say Bob Dylan is the greatest rock poet. My text book on Poetry, as an English Lit. major at Mount St.Mary's College, has the text of 'Mediterrean Homesick Blues' as a poem worth studying; included by X. J. Kennedy, the compiler. This was back in 1969! I'll nominate Bob Dylan--incredible metaphors and poetic rhythms. Much better poetry than music, in my opinion.

Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone (ORIGINAL)

https://vimeo.com/149690323

Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

 

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

I took this poem/song as a cautionary tale and led a quiet life. 

Greatest Rock Poet (#1 Nomination Again) All Along the Watchtower

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/greatest-rock-poet-1-nomination-again.html?spref=bl 

Watchtower II, Igor Pozdnyakov

 Bob Dylan's poetry again.

All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

All Along The Watchtower --Jimi Hendrix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY&feature=kp

 

Irish Rock Poet

I'm giving this recognition to Bono, although the Edge's guitar is pretty much a rock poet in its own right. U2's music video won the Grammy that year, with homage to the Beatles' rooftop concert.

Also, to mention Bono is quite the humanitarian.

Lessons from Bono—and 30 years of charitable giving

https://www.ubs.com/magazines/wma/insights/en/philanthropy/2017/lessons-from-bono.html

Bono's Top 10 Humanitarian Moments

https://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-793/Bonos-Top-10-Humanitarian-Moments.html

U2 Where the Streets Have No Name 

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21hio_u2-where-the-streets-have-no-name_music#.UPN5NWeHgWA 

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no nameWhere the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building 
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

Bob Dylan Won the Nobel Prize in Literature Today. How Does It Feel?

Bob Dylan

I first published this series on the Greatest Rock Poets (term 'rock poet' first used by John Lennon to describe Woody Guthrie)in 2012 when MzTeachuh first started out. I have always contended lyrics can be the finest of poetry. Now I feel very validated.

Who's the Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #1

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/whos-greatest-rock-poet-nomination-1.html 

Some say Bob Dylan is the greatest rock poet. My text book on Poetry, as an English Lit. major at Mount St.Mary's College, has the text of 'Mediterrean Homesick Blues' as a poem worth studying; included by X. J. Kennedy, the compiler. This was back in 1969! I'll nominate Bob Dylan--incredible metaphors and poetic rhythms. Much better poetry than music, in my opinion.

Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone (ORIGINAL)

https://vimeo.com/149690323

Like A Rolling Stone

Always the penchant for honesty.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

 

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

I took this poem/song as a cautionary tale and led a quiet life. 

Greatest Rock Poet (#1 Nomination Again) All Along the Watchtower

http://melanielinktaylor.mzteachuh.org/2015/04/greatest-rock-poet-1-nomination-again.html?spref=bl 

Watchtower II, Igor Pozdnyakov

 Bob Dylan's poetry again.

All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

All Along The Watchtower --Jimi Hendrix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY&feature=kp

 

Who Is The Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #8

I'm giving this one to Bono, although the Edge's guitar is pretty much a rock poet in its own right. U2's music video won the Grammy that year, with homage to the Beatles' rooftop concert.

U2 Where the Streets Have No Name 

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21hio_u2-where-the-streets-have-no-name_music#.UPN5NWeHgWA 

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no nameWhere the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

Who Is the Greatest Rock Poet? Revisiting #2

Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, Julian Lennon

This poem by John Lennon is Lewis Carrollesque, inspired by his son's painting while Julian was in nursery school. The imagery in this poem is astounding.


Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds

John and Julian

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

Picture yourself in a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, from the movie Yellow Submarine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGLGzRXY5Bw

Personally, I believe Lennon that the poem is not about LSD. I also think the use of drugs and alcohol slows down and confuses the creative process. It destroys brain cells, not enhancing the function of creativity.

Greatest Rock Poet (#1 Nomination Again) All Along the Watchtower

Watchtower II, Igor Pozdnyakov

 Bob Dylan's poetry again.

All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

All Along The Watchtower --Jimi Hendrix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY&feature=kp

Who Is the Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #3

Eleanor Rigby Statue, Liverpool, Tommy Steele. I like how she's looking at the little bird.

Paul McCartney @1966

Paul McCartney always looked as though he never had a care in the world, the golden boy, the 'cute' one. But his profound lyrics revealed an old soul, and radiated insight into the human condition that brought healing, optimism, and camradery. He knew how life felt, and wrote about it in a most profound poetic way. It doesn't matter that he suffered loss early on (his mother died when he was 14.) As a poet, he felt life and reached out to us all with his poetry.
This song helped comfort me during a tough time. Isn't that was great poetry does? Makes it personal.

 Eleanor Rigby- The Beatles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnkEZcTXu4k

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong

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