Sam Bovenizer     26 May 2014 23:41 |
Bob Dylan's Dream

While riding on a train goin' west
I feel asleep for take my a rest
I dreamed a dream that make me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were songs
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Joking and talking about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get very old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
Our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

Hannah Delaney     17 September 2012 13:42 | Barcelona
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Well John I hope you've got your log in details to read this, its your old friend from happy, carefree times many years ago Hannah. How did I not find you til I found this website? I spent several years trawling the net for you both but I know social networking would definitely not be your thing you buggers.
I am devastated that you have slipped off this mortal coil, the times we spent together, you, Sam, Tanya, Steve and I were brilliant and hilarious. Sadly too few of them we now know.
The worlds inhabitants are slowly becoming more dull and selfish as each year passes, I trust you are keeping fine company now and when I checkout of here, I am coming to find you because I know there will never be such an interesting, kind, funny guy as yourself. You have left a huge void.
I have met up with Sam again and met your *** son Ryan. I want him to be page boy at my wedding if that's ok with you? Yes wedding, someone is mad enough to want to wanna settle down with little ole me. I'm sure they'll tell you about it some day.
I'm gonna go and blast some Bruce now and sink a Rolling Rock beer for you. Sweet memories mate xxx

Sam Bovenizer     16 July 2012 10:31 |


Shiobhain Ryan     20 May 2012 22:37 |
Wow. If it's not you it's bleedin' Sam eh? Sharing special recordings of special songs that just break your heart.

The video below belongs no where else but here. I get it Sam. I do. x

I'm seeing Bruce this year you'll be pleased to know. Finally eh? Not sure quite how I'm going to cope when he plays Thunder Road tho, because I see you gurning like a goon, head tilted, beer in hand and growling the lyrics at me in my head every single time.

I guess I'm gonna have to try and prove to you 'I'm tougher than the rest' *cymbal crash*

Miss you just as much as I ever did funny man.

Chip x

Sam Bovenizer     17 April 2012 21:47 |

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