ain't it just like the night, to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet
I will follow your casket in the pale afternoon
and but for the sky there are no fences facing
but i don't know how it happened, but the riverboat captain, he knows my fate
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
11/14/14 - Death From Above 1979 @ Regent // 11/16/14 - Lucero @ Echo
She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black
11/7 Dean Blunt @ Jewel's Catch One
1/29 Patti Smith @ Theatre At The Ace Hotel
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
Steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and they make you king
"Well, that's just like, you know... your opinion, man"
Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Time is an ocean but it is at the shore, you may not see me tomorrow
Not sure if this has been discussed, but this is awesome. I hope he makes an acceptance speech.
President Obama Names Presidential Medal of Freedom Recipients
One of the most influential American musicians of the 20th century, Dylan released his first album in 1962. Known for his rich and poetic lyrics, his work had considerable influence on the civil rights movement of the 1960s and has had significant impact on American culture over the past five decades. He has won 11 Grammys, including a lifetime achievement award. He was named a Commandeur dans l'Ordre des Art et des Lettres and has received a Pulitzer Prize Special Citation. Dylan was awarded the 2009 National Medal of Arts. He has written more than 600 songs, and his songs have been recorded more than 3,000 times by other artists. He continues recording and touring around the world today.
Everybody's making love or else expecting rain
Go away from my window, I am not the one you want
We're here to play some Mississippi Delta Blues. We're in a horrible depression, and I gotta admit - we're starting to like it.
Right now I can’t read too good, don’t send me no more letters, no
No fat chicks.
Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in
Jeez, I can't find my knees.
Last edited by TomAz; 08-28-2012 at 03:55 PM.
All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you
“Oh, help me in my weakness”