Bed-making music

I was changing Demeter's bed linens the other day, and taking off the edge of the task by playing my "Liked Songs" from Spotify on "shuffle". I have over 2000 "liked" songs now, which means I don't always recognise the tunes that turn up.

So this one came on, and when I looked it up, I discovered it's a Bob Dylan composition that's almost 30 years old.  This cover is about eight years old.  I never was much for being on top of things.

 

Shadows are falling, and I've been here all day.  It's too hot to sleep; time is running away.

Feel like my soul has turned into steel; I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere.  It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain. Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain.

She wrote me a letter, and she wrote it so kind. She put down in writing what was in her mind.

I just don't see why I should even care.  It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Well, I've been to London, and I've been to gay Paree.

I've followed the river, and I got to the sea.

I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies.

I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes.

Sometimes, my burden seems more than I can bear.

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there. 

I was born here, and I'll die here, against my will.

I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb,

I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from.

Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer.

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

- Bob Dylan - 1997