from tuneman7 - Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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Written this morning to a friend in therapy after the death of loved ones.
How is therapy going?
My first exposure to therapy was after dating E, a hyper-intelligent jewish only child and Welsleyan.
I dated her two girls after dating an ex-family girl who had borderline disorder, lied to me, cheated on me, stole my money, but more damaging my heart and emotional energy. It nearly killed me. But I got better. E was part of my healing. I love that girl.
She was in therapy herself because she had very poor coping skills. Both her parents were wildly intelligent, her mother was a doctor, her father was a ex MIT-PHD turned professor who now worked or NASA. I met them once, very intelligent and extremely comfortable living in their own minds. But they loved her, as I did, and do.
This song speaks to those of us who have been drawn in to help others. We must maintain our own lives and all those things that thrilled us about what could be ours, the little children playing in the big world and winning with toys that are bigger than those they ever imagined they'd have when they were children and denied the right to play at all.
Stay strong my friend.
6th Avenue Heartache
Words and Music by Jakob Dylan
Sirens ring, the shots ring out
A stranger cries, screams out loud
I had my world strapped against my back
I held my hands, never knew how to act
And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in
6th Avenue heartache
Below me was a homeless man
I'm singin' songs I knew complete
On the steps alone, his guitar in hand
It's fifty years, stood where he stands
Now walkin' home on those streets
The river winds move my feet
Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams
They stood by me, just like moonbeams
Look out the window, down upon that street
And gone like a midnight was that man
But I see his six strings laid against that wall
And all his things, they all look so small
I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star
Just like me-just moved on