Listening to Hey Mr. Tambourine Man at one in the morning is a strange and beautiful experience. I can feel every tiny vibration in his voice that I never heard before, it's as though he's singing it somewhere far way, right now, and knows I am listening. We share this moment, between us it's like a secret about a third person that we have been keeping for years.
And when he says "Let me forget about today until tomorrow" I know that that melancholy twenty-three year old is still there, hanging around, never to grow old, never to die.
And when he says "Let me forget about today until tomorrow" I know that that melancholy twenty-three year old is still there, hanging around, never to grow old, never to die.
