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"Love is so simple, to quote a phrase.
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days."
fucking dylan, man. fucking dylan. i just don't understand how you did it all those years.
i read his lyrics sometimes and i just look up at the ceiling and just ask myself how anybody can come up with stuff this brilliant. what does he have in him that we all don't? dylan actually said in his biography that all these songs and lyrics exist in the world; they're already there. but he was just the first one to discover them and write it all down on paper and record it. perhaps everything has already happened, but you just have to be the first one to notice it.
"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.
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe."
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days."
fucking dylan, man. fucking dylan. i just don't understand how you did it all those years.
i read his lyrics sometimes and i just look up at the ceiling and just ask myself how anybody can come up with stuff this brilliant. what does he have in him that we all don't? dylan actually said in his biography that all these songs and lyrics exist in the world; they're already there. but he was just the first one to discover them and write it all down on paper and record it. perhaps everything has already happened, but you just have to be the first one to notice it.
"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.
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe."