bob_dylan
ali don't think twice, it's alright 010823
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silentbob i want to be bob dylan
mr. jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky, well man when everybody loves you
sometimes thats just about as fucked up as you can be.

countingcrows 		010824
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MisterFunkadelic i would not feel so all alone

everybody must get stoned 		010824
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florescent light I wonder what he would think of me 011115
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ilovepatsajak i love his wild hair 011115
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birdmad don't think twice
it's alright 		011115
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birdmad oops 011115
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Sonya "The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind..." -Bob Dylan

One few influential musicians ever. I wish I was alive back in the 60s so I could have seen him at his finest. 		011115
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Effingham Fish I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 020112
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555 This page should be much longer. 020112
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patch somebodies got it in for me
they're planting stories in the press
whoever it is i wish they'd cut it out
but when they will i can only guess

they say i shot a man named gray
and took his wife to italy
she inherited a million bucks
and when she died it came to me

i cant help it if i'm lucky 		020112
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ClairE "How can you not love him?"

"I know!"

"I just realized that someday he will die."

"NOOOO!"

"Yes. He will. We all do."

"No. When Bobby dies, the whole world will die." 		020113
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god he not busy being born is busy dying. 020113
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patch There will be darkness at dawn (the break that is sonny boy) and Mr Bob Dylan and Mr Johnny Cash will rise up like a whirlwing and taking their seemingly simple chord changes as a resonant mantra rise with us all (from the centre of our weak little stomachs) and lead us to the next level. 020119
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daxle it's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred 020125
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unhinged my eyes were focused on the 70s wallpaper on the kitchen walls two rooms away but i could see them in my perpiheral vision. he stood at his bass like it was his crutch the way his pants dangled off his hips the arc of the chain on the absent air and he just sang and bopped his voice bob dylan. 020126
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...ooo... When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm thinkin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown

last thoughts on woody guthrie 		020206
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tangled tangled up in blue 020206
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silentbob That groupie"? She was a Band-Aid! All she did was love your band. And you used her, all of you! You used her and threw her away! She almost died last night while you were with Bob Dylan. You guys, you're always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away! And if you can't see that, that's your biggest problem. And I love her! I love her!"

Almost_famous
or
Almost Famous
or Almostfamous 		020207
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carne de metal one of the greatest goddam american poets ever. 020221
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bethany cricketts are chirping
the water is high
there's a soft cotton dress on the line hanging dry
window's wide open
african trees
best over backwards
in a hurricaine breeze
not a word of goodbye
not even a note
she's gone with the man in the long black coat
somebody seen him
hanging around
by the old dance hall
on the outskirts of town
she looked into his eyes when he stopped her to ask
if she wanted to dance
he had a face like a mask
somebody said
from the bible he quote
there was dust on the man
in the long black coat
preacher was talking
there's a sermon he gave
said every man's conscious
is vile and depraved
you cannot depend on it
to be your guide
but it's you who must keep it satisfied
it aint easy to swallow
it sticks in the throat
she gave her heart to the man
in the long black coat

there are no mistakes in life some people say it's true sometimes
you can see it that way
people dont live or die
people just float
she's gone with the man
in the long black coat



you could start a new song with any one line from a bob dylan song...he made it solid that way and wanted to make sure everyone knew how good he though it was. 		020221
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Piso Mojado i been double crossed for the very last time and now that im finally free,
i kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
youll never know the hurt i suffered nor the pain i rise above,
and ill never know the same about you, your holiness, or your kind of love,
and it makes me feel so sorry 		030413
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celestias shadow i think someone, a very talented someone, SHOULD take a particular Bob Dylan song and make a new song from every line. Yes, it would take forever and might be slightly pointless, but oh the euphoria of the final product, that would be one hell of an album. 030806
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micky jo I am learning Bob Dylan songs so I can sing them to my future children.

last_thoughts_on_woody_guthrie
describes my existence so completely I felt the need to share it.

I think you will all enjoy it. Just read it 		040205
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my name it means nothin he is great. 051105
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oren Idiot_wind 051105
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