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Lite Simon&Garfunkel, Johnny Cash och Bob Dylan

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Ahh låt mig se, ska du citera S&G borde du defintivt ta något från The Only Living Boy In New York, som Paul Simon skrev åt Art Garfunkel när de skulle skiljas åt. Eller citera valfri låt från skivan Bookends, kanske titelspåret Bookends?

"Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you"

När det kommer till Bob borde DEFINTIVT sno något från The Times They Are A-Changin'. Sen har vi Cash kvar, lyssna gärna på låten The Wall (helst live-versionen från Live At Folsom) eller kanske Folsom Prison Blues kanske, eller så tar du en av hans "nyare" låtar The Man Comes Around.

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Black Crow Blues

Sometimes I’m thinkin’ I’m
Too high to fall
Sometimes I’m thinkin’ I’m
Too high to fall
Other times I’m thinkin’ I’m
So low I don’t know
If I can come up at all


Chimes of Freedom

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An’ the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing



Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row


Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

Up on Housing Project Hill
It’s either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you’re lookin’ to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don’t need you
And man they expect the same



It's All Over Now Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you




Shelter From The Storm

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”



Subterranean Homesick Blues


Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
’Cause the vandals took the handles