then i’ll stand on the ocean until i start sinkin’,
but i’ll know my song well before i start singin’,
and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
it’s a hard rain’s a’gonna fall.
I’m having a Bob day. There’s really no better kind. It’s utterly miserable out there but Bob’s resounding off my walls, so it’s OKAY.
Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that’s a’comin’ along.
Seems sick and it’s hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn,
It looks like it’s dying and it’s hardly been born.
Bob Dylan by Richard Avedon. Enough said.