Dylan not Dillon

I have been swimming in the music of Bob Dylan lately. I can't get enough of it. Did anyone know that Bob Dylan and Keith Greene were friends and that Bob Dylan actually played harmonica on one of Keith's songs?

Evidently Dylan converted to Christianity in the 70's and was involved in a Grapevine Church in California. Of course, this has nothing to do with my fascination with Dylan's music lately, I just found that interesting, being a big Keith Greene fan.

I have always loved Dylan's music and I have always considered him an influence, but for some reason, the last few weeks I have had the time, and it has hit me... in just the right spot. It feels good to immerse myself in someone's music again. I find the older I get the harder this is for me. It is hard to keep your mind fertile like a childs. Yeah, back in the day... when watching Popeye in the morning and knowing the Incredible Hulk or Dukes of Hazzard were coming on later that night could make your entire life happier.

So I have my fav's. I love Dylan's Poem and Song "Shelter from the Storm." It reminds me of the Church. He even quotes a bit from Isaiah. In the honor of the valued and important discussion on the Authority of the Church I leave you with this song. (try to think of it Pre-Jerry McGuire, although a good movie)

"Shelter from The Storm", Bob Dylan

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."