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wherever you roam and admit that the waters around you have grown and accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone if your time to you is worth savin' then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone for the times they are a changin' let's discss Bob Dylan. I just bought that old documentary, "Don't Look Back." It's Dylan on his last solo acoustic tour in 1964 (i think). After that he goes electric, to much protest. Anyways, the video is magical. It shows Dylan having a good time in Europe playing his songs. All in black and white. Totally mesmerizing. |
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Bob Dylan isn't very nice, and he doesn't wash |
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wtf ? |
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he has the worst voice i've ever heard, his songs are mostly whining shite, he smells, he needs a hair-cut, and he's been wearing the same jacket for 30 years. |
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The amount of Dylan bootlegs out there is quite literally terrifying. There seems to be one for every day of the year since the 60s. |
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I like Bob. Maybe he smells a bit but he's got a heart of gold. |
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This is a great song. I'm sure you've all heard it. Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead |
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heart of gold, my arse. My dad sold him a car he pooed on the seat and brought it back. Filthy man |
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a fucking awesome picture of woody gutrhie: |
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fuck off hippy. |
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