Listening to very early Bod Dylan ..'Song for woody 1963...masters of war ..blowing in the wind. ..
It was different time then it was intense thoughtful listen up in my space in overcrowded room shared with siblings. Now hear them still fresh more critical of the tone of the voice. The instrument is sparce uncomplicated. Simple times but same songs start wonder do l love them old songs less. No it's myself who has changed l'm in a better place time evolved but message from lyrics still resonates. Vile harsh statement in Masters of war still hits home. The all for fun frolics in ...'Subterranean blues'...
I change deconstructed evolved still loved the songs and enjoying today. But not the intensity some songs sound rightly dated. Others songs still fresh inviting. But me not sat listening intently in my own room. My sojourner daily struggle espically during changing seasons as cold returns.
That's true of life in general we move on and retain some values don't stay the same person.
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