Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
I got all the love, honey baby,
You can stand.

I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you want me, honey baby,
I'll be here.

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow,
I'm takin' you with me, honey baby,
When I go.

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and ya do it well,
I'll do it for you, honey baby,
Can't you tell?

Buckets Of Rain, Bob Dylan 1974

priorität: masstäbe komplett austauschen, was neues sich entwickeln lassen, nur durch beobachtung, das-ist-so, und alles weniger oder konventioneller bewegte als das eigene eher absurde leben ein unterm strich langweiliger ort, aber genaues weiß man nicht, ich war da ja noch nie.

alles soweit vergrößern, bis der bär wieder tanzt. vergröbern! what ever.

überhaupt albern sein.