"Far Too LONG, Now" genre: Folk
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	Simple folk song in the guthrie-dylanesque tradition, about those whom the juggernaut of modern society leave to fend for themselves by the way side..."We been tryin' to BEgin...FAR Too LONG, Now...have we not?"
	CD: From Here To Jubilee   Label: KOLO Credits: Jesse, guitar & vocal
	Story Behind the Song Written during my only visit to Minneapolis, during the drought summer of 88..."We've been blowin' in the WIND, FAR TOO LONG, NOW..." I hardly had time to find a bench on the campus of the U of Minnesota, and begin writing this out...as if it had been floating there in the aether, and none of "Dinkytown's" more well-known singers had heard it...LOL!!! Lyrics I've been gamblin' with my life's blood It's the only currency I know I've been ramblin' through dust and mud Not so lonely, that I've lost my glow You know, the shine you see when you Look into your lover's eyes 'Cause I've always had my thumb up Pointing out with my hand, oh I tossed three coins once And one stood on end In the sand by the road I found myself, the way truth discovers lies (Chorus) We've been blowin' in the wind, far too long, now We've been tryin' to begin, far too long now Have we not? Tell me, what have we got To show for our labor? Tell me, tell me, tell me What have we got to show to our neighbor? You know, the folks next door... If you're trying to get ahead You'll have no need of my advice, no If you're dying from all you dread No laughs, no religions of rice No literally interpretted book Will revive your dead soul Or even give you a map To the heart of lost Eden land, oh 'Cause the secret is right here It's like a dusty hiway tramp With his pack and his long Time rambler's bed-roll We've been blowin' in the wind... When you're driving along the road You get a quick glimpse of my eyes, oh If you're striving to reach your goal Too fast, no second look will revise No sudden judgment would reveal What's underneath hitch-hiker's clothes I know full well you've got to be guarded I understand, oh, but there's a paradise Deep down below the grit and grime of misfortune And when we give it room, it sure grows Yes, there's a paradise deep down below The grit and grime of misfortune And when we give it room, you know it grows We've been blowin' in the wind, far too long, now We've been tryin' to begin, far too long now Have we not? tell me, what have we got To show for our labor? Tell me, tell me, tell me What have we got To show to our neighbor? You know, the folks next door

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