A lazy Saturday morning. Well, lazy with a 26 mile ride to Sear's Point and back thrown in there... but I did just wake from a little nap in bed, listening to Termination Dub.
The family is gone, shopping. The husky is at the kennel. I have a little window of peace. I seek to only squander it.
I always thought that Mr. Tambourine man sang, I promise to go wanderin' but it's I promise to go under it. It's in response to going under a spell, I think. I like my misunderstanding of the lyric more. It is wrong and makes less sense.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go squander it
That's all.
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