Monday, October 27, 2008

Dylan on a Monday

I traveled most of the day yesterday and then spent six hours in a training session. So, no time to live with Dylan yesterday. But today, I'm spending a little time thinking about work and dignity and meaning. There are unredeemed places where work is choked by principalities and powers, when work is just one damned thing after another. But it doesn't have to be that way. And today I'm thankful that my world is one of possibility. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

3 comments:

Bryce said...

Mark, There is a caption contest featuring a picture of Bob Dylan and Pope John Paul II circa 1997 going on over here:

http://faith-theology.blogspot.com/2008/10/caption-contest-bob-dylan-and-pope.html

Thought you might enjoy it.
Bryce

thepriesthood said...

i was hoping for some Girardian scapegoat theory on a Monday...

Doug said...

The Lord has other farms than Maggie's!