.Unpublished Heart

I purchased LIFE's Bob Dylan special/book/mag yesterday. Flipped through it last night and this afternoon. I've been a Dylan fan since I picked up the guitar. Just seeing some of the pictures in this book & reading about what inspired some of his songs made me want to write. So, I wrote a few verses and a chorus. I'll probably add another verse or two and/or a bridge, but I'm satisfied with it thus far.

"The Road is Gonna Be A War"


If something is inside you let it out
If cannon balls explode inside your chest, you shouldn’t doubt
That the road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war
If everything you have is robbed from you
And you are left with nothing but this moment, you know that
The road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war

Say what they will
Say the wrong things, you know I will

What if there’s no savior in the end?
What if everything you played your cards on is a myth?
Say, the road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war
The constant current might drag you beneath
Turn you, shake you, spit you out, and tangle you with grief
Yeah, the road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war

Say what they will
Say the wrong things, you know I will

Hey. Remember when this was a thing. Yeah, me too.

I decided to randomly sit down and write today. This fell out. Hope ya like it!

Weren't the lights off when I left?, he thought as he moved the pipe from the right to the left corner of his mouth. It sat beneath a billowing mustache and upon a strong foundation of a beard that was unshaven due to lack of interest. I'm pretty sure I turned them off.

He sat on the pier watching sails dance across the sky, hardly, it seemed, attached to the boats beneath. The sky was blue. The seas were blue. The buildings were blue. He exhaled out, and the smoke was blue. A man across the pier shouted out. It sounded like blue. The fish were blue. His chair was white.

Maybe I'll move to India. I think I'd like that . . . The people there don't smile much, but there are lovely smells in their food. A small, brown dog ran by, followed by a boy, Lucien I think his name is. He was supposed to be in school, but Lucien's, or whatever his name is, father caught and sold fish and couldn't afford hired help. Lucien wasn't much help except to move a few loads of fish, roll ropes, and make sure the small, brown dog didn't run away.

I'd like to have sex with an Indian woman, he thought, switching from right over left leg to left over right. A young girl. One who'd just like to fool around a bit before she's wed. The blue water looked lively today. Salt water doesn't really smell like much after a while. But he wouldn't have noticed any way.

Shouts and waves and songs and the small, brown dog barking. People, mostly middle aged men, would pat him strongly on the shoulder as they passed by his white chair. He didn't care what they said. He'd stopped caring years ago. The sky sure is blue today. Lovely clouds, though. He did notice the sky.

I could not NOT post this! So much great insight!


Having played regularly at the Whole over the years, Ellis got to experience a different kind of event this time around at Making Music. Known for her heart-tugging lyrics and contagious sense of humor, Ellis has related to many through her performances in support of five albums. Her sixth album, "Break the Spell," was released in early February 2008.

I'd like to... I'd like to say something... that I've prepared... tonight...
Hello,
How 'bout that ride in? I guess that's why they call it 'Sin City'. (hahaha) You guys may not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. But, when my sister brought Doug home I knew he was one of my own, and, my wolf pack, it grew by one. So, were there two, there were two of us in the wolf pack: I was wa-alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, "Wait a second. Could it be?" And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves running around the desert together in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So, tonight... I make a toast!

1 Cor. 6:1-11, ESV
Thank you, Jesus! Thank you for freedom from the bonds of sin!

I'm typing this out in order that the passages are better committed to my memory and posting it in order that I can look back on it later and remember. May it bless you as well!

1 Thessalonians 5:12-28, ESV
"We ask you, brothers, to respect those who labor among you and are over you in the Lord and admonish you, and to esteem them very highly in love because of their work. Be at peace among yourselves. And we urge you, brothers, admonish the idle, encourage the fainthearted, help the weak, be patient with them all. See that no one repays anyone evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to everyone. Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise prophecies, but test everything; hold fast what is good. Abstain from every form of evil.

Now may the God of peace himself sanctify you completely, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it. Brothers, pray for us. Greet all the brothers with a holy kiss. I put you under oath before the Lord to have this letter read to all the brothers. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you."