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    Happy Birthday Bob... (5.00 / 1) (#1)
    by desertswine on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:08:40 PM EST
    Lose the mustache.

    Noooooooooooooo, (none / 0) (#5)
    by Peaches on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:24:43 PM EST
    I love that mustache.

    I love the playful Bob. The Trickster.

    The one that lets you know you ain't ever going to figure it out - much less figure him out.

    Quinn the Eskimo

    Maggies Farm

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    with it (none / 0) (#7)
    by Deconstructionist on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:26:59 PM EST
     I think he looks like a cross between Caesar Romero and Vincent Price.

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    Yes, he does (none / 0) (#8)
    by Peaches on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:32:15 PM EST
    And although he may not be "Presidential," I think, for 66 y/o, he is a strikingly handsome man - especially with the mustache.

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    I just think... (none / 0) (#13)
    by desertswine on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:44:01 PM EST
    that it makes him look creepy.

    I have a mustache, but it has the opposite effect;it makes me look even handsomer. There is an old Spanish saying - A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt. Well, I have plenty of mustache. Heh.

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    Heh! I shave mine off once and (none / 0) (#27)
    by Edger on Fri May 25, 2007 at 08:09:28 AM EST
    was shocked at how much it felt like there was something wrong with my face without it. Immediately grew it back. It stays.

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    Both Vincent Price and Cesar Romero (none / 0) (#12)
    by nolo on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:39:46 PM EST
    were both pretty sexy, especially in their youth.

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    I keep hoping for: (5.00 / 2) (#9)
    by Molly Bloom on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:32:57 PM EST
    The trail is dusty,
    The road it might be rough,
    But the good road is a-waitin'
    And boys it ain't far off.

    But right now I am feeling:

    Praise be to Nero's Neptune
    The Titanic sails at dawn
    And everybody's shouting
    "Which Side Are You On?"
    And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
    Fighting in the captain's tower
    While calypso singers laugh at them
    And fishermen hold flowers
    Between the windows of the sea
    Where lovely mermaids flow
    And nobody has to think too much
    About Desolation Row



    Highway 61 (5.00 / 2) (#10)
    by nolo on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:34:35 PM EST
    revisited.

    Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
    Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
    God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
    God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
    The next time you see me comin' you better run"
    Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
    God says, "Out on Highway 61."


    In the apolitical realm (5.00 / 1) (#11)
    by Deconstructionist on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:37:06 PM EST
    She Belongs to Me

      This song always reminds me of my wife when we first met.

    Idiot Wind (5.00 / 1) (#14)
    by Edger on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:45:36 PM EST
    I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
    Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
    You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
    One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
    Blood on your saddle.

    ...........................................
    Happy B'Day, Bob. Thanks for being you, man.

    Is there a hole for me to get sick in? (5.00 / 2) (#17)
    by Edger on Thu May 24, 2007 at 05:12:27 PM EST
    The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
    Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
    Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
    Then sends them out to the jungle
    Tombstone Blues

    Its Alright Ma, (I'm Only Bleeding) (5.00 / 3) (#18)
    by john horse on Thu May 24, 2007 at 05:23:52 PM EST
    One of my favorite Bob Dylan songs is Its Alright Ma (Im Only Bleeding).

    Just about every line in that song is a gem.

    Includes the oft-quoted:
    "But even the president of the United States
    Sometimes must have
    To stand naked."

    Another favorite line:
    "And if my thought-dreams could be seen
    They'd probably put my head in a guillotine"

    If God is on our side, (5.00 / 2) (#19)
    by Lora on Thu May 24, 2007 at 09:22:40 PM EST
    He'll stop the next war.

    All Along the Watchtower (5.00 / 2) (#20)
    by squeaky on Thu May 24, 2007 at 10:31:17 PM EST

    "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
    "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
    Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
    None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

    "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
    "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
    But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
    So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

    All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
    While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

    Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
    Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.



    Wow. (none / 0) (#21)
    by Edger on Thu May 24, 2007 at 10:46:04 PM EST
    Great video!

    That does it, enough is enough.

    I'm moving back to the sixties - there's too much confusion in this decade, I can't get no relief. ;-)

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    Yes, Amazing (5.00 / 1) (#22)
    by squeaky on Thu May 24, 2007 at 10:48:11 PM EST
    Hendrix rocks!

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    Heh! That's an understatement (none / 0) (#23)
    by Edger on Thu May 24, 2007 at 10:55:04 PM EST
    if I ever saw one. Here he is at Woodstock. :-)

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    Wow Amazing (none / 0) (#24)
    by squeaky on Thu May 24, 2007 at 11:27:54 PM EST
    Dylan inspired Purple Haze but wrote All Along the Watchtower.

    I had not known that until a friend mentioned it to me during dinner. I always thought it was Hendrix.

    From what I understand is that Dylan always did the song the way Hendrix did it out of homage and respect.

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    Yep. (none / 0) (#28)
    by Edger on Fri May 25, 2007 at 10:13:18 AM EST
    His improvisation rocks, too!

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    The Wierd Guy (5.00 / 1) (#30)
    by Peaches on Fri May 25, 2007 at 11:21:37 AM EST
    I liked this story. I wish my son was in this kindergarten class.

    KINDERGARTEN kids in ritzy L.A. suburb Calabasas have been coming home to their parents and talking about the "weird man" who keeps coming to their class to sing "scary" songs on his guitar. The "weird" one turns out to be Bob Dylan, whose grandson (Jakob Dylan's son) attends the school. He's been singing to the kindergarten class just for fun, but the kiddies have no idea they're being serenaded by a musical legend - to them, he's just Weird Guitar Guy.


    We live next door to Calabasas. (none / 0) (#34)
    by sarcastic unnamed one on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:31:59 PM EST
    Seems like every time one of the kids gets invited to a playdate we find out the dad is Elton John's guitarist or Bette Midler's producer or something. Kind of a cool place to live.

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    Heh. (none / 0) (#39)
    by Gabriel Malor on Fri May 25, 2007 at 01:33:00 PM EST
    I'm amused that Calabasas is described as a "ritzy" suburb. I guess it is, but it sure seemed to me just like every other suburb I'd lived in (except of course that my neighbors were Audioslave and Serj Tankian from System of a Down.)

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    Beverly Hills of the Valley (none / 0) (#40)
    by sarcastic unnamed one on Fri May 25, 2007 at 02:08:42 PM EST
    or so they say...

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    Isis, (5.00 / 1) (#33)
    by jondee on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:15:17 PM EST
    oh, Isis, you're a mystical child
    What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
    I still can remember the way that she smiled
    on the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain.

    This one goes out to PPJ...... (5.00 / 1) (#36)
    by kdog on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:50:48 PM EST
    Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek,
    There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week.
    Nine hundred miners had laid their money down,
    When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town.
    And it's ride, Willie, ride,
    Roll, Willie, roll,
    Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.


    My older brother, for some unknown reason, (none / 0) (#2)
    by oculus on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:10:06 PM EST
    gave me Dylan's memoir a couple of years ago.  Fascinating, as he grew up in the Midwest and his childhood was actually quite similar to ours.  Then there were his visits to Woody Guthrie when Dylan first moved to NY.  Touching.  

    Masters of War (none / 0) (#3)
    by Deconstructionist on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:12:54 PM EST
    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

     Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

    Please link to the song from the list (none / 0) (#6)
    by Jeralyn on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:26:54 PM EST
    and quote a few lines, otherwise the comment thread will get too cumbersome. Than ks

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    I saw Dylan in Topeka... (none / 0) (#25)
    by SLH on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:09:52 AM EST
    about a week after Nixon died.  He sang "Masters of War".  You can imagine the response when he sang that last verse:

    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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    Only a paw-aw-aw-awn... (none / 0) (#4)
    by Dadler on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:24:08 PM EST
    ...in their game.

    This one reminds me of my wife (none / 0) (#15)
    by Peaches on Thu May 24, 2007 at 04:55:19 PM EST
    after 13 years of marraige and the morning after a bender at the pub with my cronies.

    Idiot Wind

    ...just kidding

    clarification (none / 0) (#16)
    by Peaches on Thu May 24, 2007 at 05:05:39 PM EST
    I wrote this before the post above showed up and was not intended to be a reply to it, but a reply to Decon.

    Idiot Wind was on Blood on the Tracks which Dylan wrote mostly as a comment on his marraige and was not intended to be political.

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    A Song for Our Time (none / 0) (#26)
    by kaleidescope on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:29:12 AM EST
    All the criminals in their coats and ties
    Are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise
    While Reuben sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
    An innocent man in a living hell.

    which segues to the one for my daughter (none / 0) (#31)
    by Deconstructionist on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:03:14 PM EST
    Thanks Decon (5.00 / 1) (#38)
    by sarcastic unnamed one on Fri May 25, 2007 at 01:18:00 PM EST
    It's my son's 8th b-day today, I think I'll bust out he guitar and give it a shot for him...

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    Beautiful song (none / 0) (#32)
    by jondee on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:11:45 PM EST
    The live version.... (none / 0) (#35)
    by kdog on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:48:48 PM EST
    on The Band's The Last Waltz gives me freakin' chills everytime.

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    Tangled up in blue (none / 0) (#37)
    by sarcastic unnamed one on Fri May 25, 2007 at 12:54:54 PM EST
    Then she opened up a book of poems
    And handed it to me
    Written by an Italian poet
    From the thirteenth century.
    And every one of them words rang true
    And glowed like burnin' coal
    Pourin' off of every page
    Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
    Tangled up in blue.

    Sang that song about a thousand times in HS...