APROPROS?

May 25, 2026–HAPPY 85TH, MR. DYLAN

1962 ? 2026 ?

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin’
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times, they are a-changin’

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You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

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Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore

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“…if God is on our side

He will stop the next war.”

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Quotes from Bob Dylan


War:
“If God is on our side, he’ll stop the next war.” (With God on our Side)
“And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.” (License to Kill)
“Alright – where do you want this killing done?” (Highway 61)
“Is your money that good? Will it buy forgiveness? Do you think that it could?” (Masters of War)
“Things are breaking up out there, High water everywhere!” (High Water)
“Let’s disconnect the cables, over turn the tables. The place just don’t make sense
to me nor more.” (Senor)
“And I’ll tell it, and think it, and speak it and breath it.” (Hard Rain)

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I’m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others, But oh, mother, things ain’t going well

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May you have a strong foundation, When the winds of changes shift

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“Bury the rag deep in your face, for now is the time for your tears.” (Hattie Carol)

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Something is happening here, But you don’t know what it is, Do you Mister Jones.

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”Is your money that good? Will it buy forgiveness? Do you think that it could?

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Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.—

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“There’s a big gaping hole in my chest where my heart was,
and a hole in the sky where God used to be.
My American dream fell apart at the seams.
You tell me what it means. You tell me what it means.”
Bob Dylan and Willie Nelson

FOXHOLES

“There are no Atheists in foxholes.”

(From Jack Webster, Grand Poobah of Madison, NC Mafia )

A professed Atheist found himself in fierce combat during the Korean war.

As the Priest walked near him while holding his Crucifex prominently in front,

the “atheist” meekly inquired : Now how does that thing work?

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W.C. Fields when asked why he was reading the Bible on his deathbed:

“I’m looking for loopholes”

RESEARCH

The phrase “he could piss off the Pope” is a common idiomatic expression used to describe someone who is exceptionally abrasive, arrogant, or difficult to deal with. It has been attributed to various individuals in different contexts rather than originating from a single famous source: 

OK–You are not Jesus, but you are Doctor Kildare !

Rule # 1: “First, do no harm.”

“Anyway you slice it, it’s still baloney.”

CHANGE THE PITCHER

WDBS (What did Bob say?)

Gentlemen, he said
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

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An’ here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice

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I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you

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Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door 

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But to live outside the law, you must be honest

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Lookout kid, they keep it all hid.

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Gates of Eden

Bob Dylan ‧ 1965


There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden



SPAM

The Full Monty–The Ides of March, 2026 )

PROLOGUE

DEAR  MR./MS. “SPAM”,

You are in business.  I am not.   Everything  I have written is free to all.

PLEASE QUIT CALLING ME.

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Two Links:  1. The Barton Project ( Earlier selected articles )

https://barton.libguides.com/ld.php?content_id=79836717

2.  Subsequent  Selected Articles:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K3qpwHvh4PtTWvhcDcCtVE2CuBBaJ8_JIWuX6fZelb0/edit?tab=t.0

https://littlegreenbookoftennis.com/2025/07/16/nexus/

TIME OUT !

1963 ?

MASTERS OF WAR

by Bob Dylan ‧ 1963


Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I’ll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.