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bobdylan-n-jonimitchell:

Joan Baez, “Sweet Sir Galahad,” Woodstock, August 16, 1969

“Well you know I think my fate’s belated
‘cause of all the hours I waited,
For the day, when I’d no longer cry…
 

T’get myself to work by eight,
But oh—was I born too late?
And do you think I’ll fail
at every single thing I try?”


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bobdylan-n-jonimitchell:

Also sending love to Ms. Aretha Franklin, reports are saying she’s “gravely ill,” if true, this world is about to grow a little more dim.

bobdylan-n-jonimitchell:

“Before the scene started we walked down to a little lake. It was a cold fall day with a low sun in a grey sky. I was barefoot, and we stood under a tree and spoke softly, like two normal people. For a very few minutes we went back to another time, when we were nineteen years old, standing with brown leaves falling all around and snow in our hair….I knew the magic would stop when we turned around, but I didn’t mind. We walked back up the hill to do the “scene.” In front of the camera I said everything that came into my head. I asked Bob why he’d never told me about Sara, and what he thought would have happened to us if we’d gotten married way back then. He couldn’t improvise well, so I answered my own questions. I said it wouldn’t have worked out because I was too political and he lied too much, and he just stood there with his hand on the bar smiling and embarrassed because he didn’t know what else to do, though what I said was no news to him.” Joan Baez, ‘And A Voice To Sing With,’ 1987.