Mitt första inlägg blir det, är tvungen att svara på sånt här.
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.
oh, the leaves began to fallin' and the seas began to part and the people that confronted him were many and he was told but these few words which opened up his heart "if ye cannot bring good new, then don't bring any"
the wicked messenger john wesley harding lp:n 1967 bob dylan
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
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