Everything Is Broken

This is a cover of a Bob Dylan song

Version 1 is a full studio recording

lyrics version 1

Broken nights, broken days
Broken branches on broken trees
Broken treaties, broken vows
Mmm broken hands on broken ploughs
Ain’t no use jiving, ain’t no use joking
Everything is broken

Broken lives hanging by a thread
Broken bones in a broken bed
Broken mirror, broken chair
Broken roads ain’t going nowhere
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken

Seem like every time I stop and turn around
Something else just hits the ground

Broken clock on a broken wall
Broken voices down a broken hall
Broken beginnings, broken ends
Streets are filled with my broken friends
Take a deep breath, feel like you're choking
Everything's broken

I ain’t joking

Saw James Dean in a picture once, coming in from the cold
I said gee, I hope I look that good when I get that old

Broken glass on a broken floor
Broken key in a broken door
Broken idols, broken heroes
Broken finances that end up at zeros
Hound dog howling, bull dog croaking
Broken spirits, ha everything is broken

Everything is broken
Everything is broken

Oh-i-neaw

I ain’t joking
Everything's broken

I was in Norway when I first heard "Everything Is Broken". It seemed to me to be a perspective on the world and the hard knocks most of us take as we pass through it. But now, after the surgery, it seemed even more personal. My heart was broken, my career was broken, my throat often felt broken as I tried to sing