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bob dylan.

bob dylan?

bob dylan
bob dylan
bob dylan

yes, bob dylan

How?

that is a good question.

in any way you feel acceptable.

Is Bob there now?

Thanks!

yah. one of the greatest song writers/vocalists of this time to not overdose on pills and alcohol. dude is a legend, he should win a freaking nobel prize for crying out loud!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ced8o50G9kg

you better listen to a man who knows what he is saying!

agreed and double agreed..(and he's an aspie....ok,maybe not but he's as cool as an aspie )I loved his cryptic smirk,like he knew something no one else did and he would tell you but you probably just wouldnt get it anyway...What is weird is,I didnt like him in my teens and I love him now........but you....a death metal kind of guy...digging on Bob?Will wonders never cease?

and yeah....awards

edited because I really should check my writing before I hit submit...thinks it's bedtime.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8rD1GpIgpo

uhh

yes please!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xO0gSJGJ7Fs

i want you.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhOc0V-ES40

I use to have a boyfriend who would play me "Dont Think Twice" on his guitar,he looked and acted like Dylan,who was one of his "idols"...that song would break my heart.I really loved that guy.

All hail Lucky Wilbury....

Hurricane

Pistol shots rang out in a bar-room night
Entered Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out 'My God they've killed them all!'
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell the one time he
Could have been champion of the world

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bellow who went around mysteriously
'I didn't do it' he says and he throws up his hands
'I was only robbing the register I hope y'understands'
'I saw him leaving...' he say then he stops
'One of us had better call up the cops'
And so Patty calls the cops and they arrive on the scene
With there red lights flashing on a hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Reuben Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
The number 1 contender for the middleweight crown
And though I feel the s**t was about to go down
When the cops pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the streets
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bellow he had a partner who had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
He said 'I saw two men running around who looked like middleweights
Jumped into a white car with out of state plates'
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
The cops said 'Wait a minute boys, this ones not dead'
So they took him to the infirmary, and though this man could hardly see
He told them he could identify the guilty man

Four in the morning and they hauled Reuben in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says 'Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy
Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell the one time he
Could've been champion of the world

Four months later the ghettos are in flames
Reuben's in South America fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops all want an excuse they're looking for someone to blame
'Remember that murder that had happened in the bar
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
Think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night
Don't forget that you are white'

Arthur Dexter Bradley said 'I'm really not sure'
A cop said 'A poor boy like you could use this break
We got you for the motel job, we've been talking to your friend Bellow
You don't wanna have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doing society a favour
That son of a b***h is braver gettin' braver
We wanna put his ass in stir
We wanna pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim'

Reuben could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
'It's my work' he'd say, 'I do it for pay
And when it's all up, just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise, where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along the trail' but then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they tried to turn a man into a mouse

All of Reuben's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-service, he never had a chance
The judge made Reuben's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watch he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy n****r
No-one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the whole white jury agreed

Reuben Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder 1, guess who testified
Bellow and Bradley and they both wholly lied
The newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the lif of such a man be in the palm of some fool's hand
To see him obviously framed; couldn't help but make me feel ashamed
To live in a land where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Reuben sits like Buddha in a 10 foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
Yes that's the story of the Hurricane
And it won't be over til they clear his name
And give him back the time his done
Put in a prison cell but one time he
Could've be champion of the world.

Best I could do without the written lyrics.