It wasn’t pretty. I woke up with the song echoing in my mind; Too Much Of Nothing.
Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease
One man’s temper might rise
While another man’s temper might freeze
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul
Oh, when there’s too much of nothing
No one has control
It was much too much of a temporal displacement for this early in the morning, 2022, back to 1969. Besides, neither the year nor the song had been favorites. So there were two reasons for being dislocated.
Now I’ll have to live all day with the idiot song echoeing in my ears. What does “we cannot mock a soul. Oh, when there’s too much of nothing no one has control” What does it mean? Blast you, Bob Dylan!