Lyrics:
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Would you please welcome Columbia recording artist Bob Dylan.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory,
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
I'm waiting and diversing
I'm collecting...diversing information...
liberation...
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
He was the owner of the house
In which, together, we all lived
He
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
John and I are both deeply inspired
By the music of the 1960s
We stand in the shadow of
Timeless and monumental artists like
The Beatles and Stevie
Bob Dylan Is Richt - Bob Dylan Hat Recht (Apropos Bob Dylan Éclat in VIenna on 16th April 2019)
Bob Dylan is right
when demanding respect
for
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
Bob Dylan's round hole
Bob Dylan's round hole
Bob Dylan's round hole
Bob Dylan's round hole
I want it
I need it
I want it
I need it
I sodomise him
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
every word I say?
Make your own truth and get out of my way
I'm your pariah
For your desire
Ain't no messiah
Just your pariah
An angel
(say my name bitch)
Blowin' in the wi-bl-blowin' in the wind chillin'
They can't handle this shit, Bob Dylan (say my name bitch)
I'm top notch nigga,
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
I am a pop artist so my medium is
Public opinion and the world is my canvas
'I’m sorry' is something that you can
Use a lot it gives
You
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
that you're not the type to notice hype
But that's the reason why we kicked it and you know it's right
I was your Bob Dylan, you were my Edie Sedgwick
'll think of you
And I'll wonder if you knew
When I get blue
And things got wierd
And i started growing Bob Dylan's beard
the truth
Nobody's gonna tell her what to do
Bob-bob-bob-bob-bobbie Sue
Can't, can't you see my love is true
I want to ma-ma-ma-ma-marry you
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