Something else of the day: And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees, out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrows. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves. Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. -- Bob Dylan