Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



Now, you take your file and you bend my head
I never can remember anything that you said
You promised to love me, but what do I know
You’re always spillin’ juice on me like you got someplace to go
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
— Bob Dylan, Odds And Ends


Ain’t no reason to go in a wagon to town,
Ain’t no reason to go to the fair.
Ain’t no reason to go up, ain’t no reason to go down,
Ain’t no reason to go anywhere.
— Bob Dylan, Time Passes Slowly