Tears of Rage
We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day
And now you’d throw us all aside
And put us on our way
Oh what dear daughter ’neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, “No?”
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so alone
And life is brief
We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
Now, I want you to know that while we watched
You discover there was no one true
Most ev’rybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so low
And life is brief
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so low
And life is brief
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documentaries about Richard Manuel of The Band, and his tragic life.
Bob Dylan had a symbiotic relationship with The Band, and Richard Manuel in particular. The songwriting credits actually truly belong to Manuel, and he collaborated with Dylan on this song. Manuel had the most beautiful voice...
Here's another one, True Dough, and I wish you and yours a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I say this sincerely, as I nod my head and flail my arms. 
If you find me in a gloom, or catch me in a dream
Inside my lonely room, there is no in between
Whispering pines, rising of the tide
If only one star shines
That's just enough to get inside
I will wait until it all goes 'round
With you in sight, the lost are found
Foghorn through the night, calling out to sea
Protect my only light, 'cause she once belonged to me
Let the waves rush in, let the seagulls cry
For if I live again, these hopes will never die
I can feel you standing there
But I dont see you anywhere
Standing by the well, wishing for the rains
Reaching for the clouds, for nothing else remains
Drifting in a daze, when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house, in the cold, cold sun
I will wait until it all goes round
With you in sight, the lost are found
You and the missus enjoy the holidays. Maybe order her a pizza of her own for Christmas so she doesn't have to eat your final slice or two.
You started off at 14 and then ate another what, dozen? So about 26 cookies or something? That's pretty remarkable. I'm guessing they were wonderful going down but your system must have revolted hours later.
