The term document has multiple meanings in ordinary language and in scholarship. WordNet 3.1. lists four meanings (October 2011):
In Library and information science and in documentation science is "document" considered a basic theoretical construct. It is everything which may be preserved or represented in order to serve as evidence for some purpose. The classical example provided by Suzanne Briet is an antelope: "An antelope running wild on the plains of Africa should not be considered a document, she rules. But if it were to be captured, taken to a zoo and made an object of study, it has been made into a document. It has become physical evidence being used by those who study it. Indeed, scholarly articles written about the antelope are secondary documents, since the antelope itself is the primary document." (Quoted from Buckland, 1998 ). (This view has been seen as an early expression of what now is known as actor–network theory).
That documents cannot be defined by their transmission medium (such as paper) is evident because of the existence of electronic documents.
Bob Dylan ( /ˈdɪlən/), born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941, is an American singer-songwriter, musician and artist. He has been an influential figure in popular music and culture for five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when he was an informal chronicler and a seemingly reluctant figurehead of social unrest. A number of Dylan's early songs, such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'", became anthems for the US civil rights and anti-war movements. Leaving his initial base in the culture of folk music behind, Dylan's six-minute single "Like a Rolling Stone" has been described as radically altering the parameters of popular music in 1965. However, his recordings employing electric instruments attracted denunciation and criticism from others in the folk movement.
Dylan's lyrics incorporated a variety of political, social, philosophical, and literary influences. They defied existing pop music conventions and appealed hugely to the then burgeoning counterculture. Initially inspired by the songs of Woody Guthrie,Robert Johnson, and Hank Williams, as well as the music and performance styles of Buddy Holly and Little Richard, Dylan has both amplified and personalized musical genres. His recording career, spanning fifty years, has explored numerous distinct traditions in American song—from folk, blues and country to gospel, rock and roll, and rockabilly to English, Scottish, and Irish folk music, embracing even jazz and swing.
The word asshole, a variant of arsehole, which is still prevalent in British and Australian English, is a vulgar to describe the anus, often pejoratively used to refer to people.
The word arse in English derives from the Germanic root *arsaz, which originated from the Proto-Indo-European root *ors — meaning buttocks or backside. The combined form arsehole is first attested from 1500 in its literal use to refer to the anus. The metaphorical use of the word to refer to the worst place in a region, e.g., "the arsehole of the world") is first attested in print in 1865; the use to refer to a contemptible person is first attested in 1933. In the ninth chapter of his 1945 autobiography, Black Boy, Richard Wright quotes a snippet of verse that uses the term: "All these white folks dressed so fine / Their ass-holes smell just like mine ...". Its first appearance as an insult term in a newspaper indexed by Google News is in 1965. As with other vulgarities, these uses of the word may have been common in oral speech for some time before their first print appearances. By the 1970s, Hustler magazine featured people they did not like as "Asshole of the Month." In 1972, Jonathan Richman's Modern Lovers recorded his song "Pablo Picasso," which includes the line "Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole."
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I left behind
A simple prop - to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Chorus:
Fireaaahh
(2x)
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I left behind
A simple prop - to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Chorus (2x)
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I left behind
Another prop - has occupied my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Chorus (4x)
I use my desk
Penmanship
I hold my hand steady
And make sure that it doesn't slip
'Cause I am here
To document
To get it right
And to bear witness
I drive alone these days
Everybody has gone away
I keep the place warm
Until they return
And you think of the end
I think of decay
I guess that it's better
To leave it that way
Breathing makes a sound
Makes things reappear
Coming up for air
Do you think that they hear me?
Coming up for air
Do you think that they care?
I drive alone these days
Everybody has gone away
I keep the place warm
Until they return
Shirley Temples and
Roy Rogers are the things
That I
Remember
Don't forget to say
Your prayers is what she said to me
Don't forget
To say your prayers
Jesus lost and found
Over and over again
Jesus lost and found
Over and over again
Jesus lost and found
Over and over again
Jesus lost and found
And don't forget (Jesus lost and found)
To say your prayers (Jesus lost and found)
Don't forget (Jesus lost and found)
In stillness
A silent weight
Pausing as the minutes each evaporate
A desire
To leave a scar
To raise a voice from within the dark
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
A flicker
Transitory state
An echo of an instance that burns a way
A moment
A shard of time
A solitary thread that threatens to unwind
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
Distant
An approaching age
When this document falls beneath another's gaze
Too late
We have lost the dawn
The signal's loud and clear, but the transmitter's gone
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
In stillness
A silent weight
Pausing as the minutes each evaporate
A desire
To leave a scar
To raise a voice from within the dark
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
CHORUS
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
A flicker
Transitory state
An echo of an instance that burns a way
A moment
A shard of time
A solitary thread that threatens to unwind
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
(CH)
Distant
An approaching age
When this document falls beneath another's gaze
Too late
We have lost the dawn
The signal's loud and clear, but the transmitter's gone
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
throw your wasted words
in diaries just to be forgotten
but these documents
become irrelevant
because after the fact
words can't describe a heart attack
just the permanence of impermanence
no tensions, just tension
each night a storyline
each second a lifetime of deception
where everyone takes,