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Random Bob Dylan Lyrics

 Alone you stand with nobody near
 When a trembling distant voice, unclear
 Startles your sleeping ears to hear
 That somebody thinks they really found you
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Song: “It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)”
Album: Bringing It All Back Home
First played: 1964-09-01
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bobdylan.com/songs/its-alright
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#Music #Rock #Folk #Dylan #BobDylan #MusicHistory #Lyrics #Poetry

www.bobdylan.comIt’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) | The Official Bob Dylan Site
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Assoc for Scottish Literature

Transatlantic Poetry Series - Niall Campbell
6 May, free online

Niall Campbell’s first collection, Moontide, appeared in 2014 & won the Edwin Morgan Poetry Award. His second collection, Noctuary, appeared in 2019 and was shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best Collection. His third collection, The Island in the Sound, was published in September 2024

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Assoc for Scottish Literature

Ayont the linn; ayont the linn,
Whaur gowdan wags the gorse,
A gowk gaed cryin’: “Come ye in:
I’ve fairins in my purse…”

—William Soutar, “The Gowk”
in Collected Published Poetry, @tippermuirbooks.bsky.social 2024

April Fool’s Day is Huntigowk Day in Scotland (“gowk” is a cuckoo &, by extension, a foolish person)

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The Gowk William Soutar Ayont the linn; ayont the linn, Whaur gowdan wags the gorse, A gowk gaed cryin’: “Come ye in: I’ve fairins in my purse. My bield is o’ the diamond stane Wi’ emerant atween: My bonnie een are yours alane, An’ rubies are my een.” My faither brak a sauchy stick; My mither wal’d a stane: An’ weel l set it for the trick Tae mak the gowk my ain. The stane was set; the shot was shot; The flichterin’ burd was fund: But nocht aboot that lanely spot O’ gowd or diamond. It had nae siller for a croun; Nae rubies for its een: But a the crammasy ran doun Whaur aince its breist had been. I look’t; an’ there was nane tae see The fairin I had taen: I hung it on a roden-tree An’ left it a’ alane.
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Richard

With the new instance I should have a new #introduction.

I am a working class independent researcher, mostly interested in #ViolenceStudies. I have been a student of #theology most of my life. I am interested in Space and Place, radical geography, feminist criticism, #poetry, Conflict Resolution, #ecology, and #astronomy.

I wrote a good deal about myself here: tilley.earth/

I write poetry almost daily and I have been writing poetry for just over 30 years.

wheretofind.me/@waystation

www.tilley.earthRichard J Tilley
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