Thursday, July 7, 2011

Most of the Time

 There is a website,, which “Extracts posts from a blog and runs them through a set of classifiers such as Gender, Age, Mood and Tonality.” This site says my blog is "probably written by a male somewhere between 66-100 years old. The writing style is personal and happy most of the time."

I suppose I should take some solace that even though I may write like an old man, at least it's happy (most of the time). Which reminds me, Dylan has a song called "Most of the Time" from the album Oh Mercy (1989).  If you didn't know Bob Dylan could be wistful and romantic, scroll on down and listen to the music on the video.

Most of the Time
By Bob Dylan

Most of the time
I'm clear fo
cused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don't even notice she's gone
Most of the time.

Most of the time it's well understood
Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate
I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time she ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I'm halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don't cheat on myself I don't run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don't compromise and I don't pretend
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

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