I was walking along alone thru the mad streets of the empire. I could hear you, your stained voice, i fell, into that same place, that hollow space where echos sleep and walls weep and time turns in on itself. There must be somewhere out there to keep us safe from harm, some paradise left for us weary souls. We tried, not to hide, to give it our best dream, to save ourselves and any others along this twisted trail. How could it get this far, outside of the perfect garden, out of the sacred lands and now so hidden, out of reach. They say, it’s always right there beside you, within arms length, but it don’t seem so, from around here, this lonely cafe on an island of arguments of captivity and prisons. No sense in attempting to gather thoughts, to lay words on the tombs, to say what’s been said a million times, to linger any longer inside these cursed ruins. What’s the point, what’s the worth, what’s the use St Augustine …….. all my love’s crying out, head soft and low against this window pane.

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words and images by patrick wey

I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine

Bob Dylan

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold

Arise, arise, he cried so loud
In a voice without restraint
Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own
So go on your way accordingly
But know you’re not alone

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried

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Songwriters: Bob Dylan
I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC