This thread is a riot! Now, Mr. Baron, it's not that I don't take you seriously, but seriously now, where else can one read of orgiastic revellings and psychopants?
Dylan's writing was deeper than his voice
He got to the crux of the matter
Even if the matter had no crux
Mathos, read the words to "Gotta Serve Somebody":
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You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say
You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
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Who you gonna serve Mathos?
P.S. I almost seems as though spendius is related to Bob Dylan in some way. Keep on writing, spendius!
They say Dylan was born on May 24 1941.
But it was at 9.05 CST and therefore May 25 in England.He once said that his songs were "timely just about all of the time."
Most of the Time.
Other names he is thought to have used-
Bob Landy
Elston Gunn
Tedham Porterhouse.
dys:-
Best one that I would say.Thanks.
Shoot hi yo n yo sum more cos im gonna get a pay rise n mama ses she hes sum hanoi bob record things thet r real old, cos pa never lit her play m any. she bin keepin em secrit like n she sez we got t get a player fer em from town cos we only play c d at home. they sure r little ones to. I nevir new they plaid records like thet, mama sez they wuz ll like thet one time. I bin tryin to put ma photi on here but it wont work any. sum days i am reel tickled at everythin n today is like thet. I sin a dorg on a china post n it luks just like a lion, aint never sin a dog lik e it before this one. I show'd it to mama n she sais it looks like a lion to. I sin a lion in the zoo n then som on tv but I dpont like em non.
we cant have a dorg on the trailerpark cos its agin the rules n they just **** everywere anyhow, so its best thin i s'pose. Travis thets ma boss he ses I'm gonna go places n he giv me a rise n ses i cen help him after i finis work, so thets real gud yer now i think Travis likes me he sez we gonna have fun so thets reel gud
dys;-
I remember another one.It's in Pat Garret and Billy The Kid.
"Alias".
actually I think it was "just alias"
dys:-
Yes.You are right.
Is this stuff in your head because if it is I take my hat off to you.
Shoot you folk n ere are real clever yer now thet, iwes loukin at them fancy bits back there when yer makin sombodie elses words cum up in wite n I can't do thet. Preacher Ronny he was down at ther trailer park today 'n mama giv him sum money cos he has t go to head office he sais. So she giv him sum food 's well. He told me 'n mama we wes sure gonna get to sit with jesus on jujment day. So we wes tickled at thet 'n he sed I wes prettie but he alas ses thet. Its like the time he cort me skinny dippin down the holler 'n he sed jesus was watchin me n he dried me down with my shert n he told me then i wes something sent frem the lord. He tickled me to he did n i didntt know preachers do thet, but i never told anyune cos theyd say i was from the devil r sumthin. Preacher ronnie sum times sez i got nise eyes but he aint loukin at ma eyes he aint thets fer sure. Anyhow, I know he liked hanoi bob to cos he had a stack of n his discs in his car, n he wes playin 'em when he ses to me bob sez I gota lick yer face, n' tickle yer ear. I alas remember thet.
Spendius, I sometimes scold Dys for posting songs without attributions. They are all in his head, but he can't always remember who wrote them. His mind blows me away.
dys:-
Blowin' 'em away eh?
"You could fry somebody's brain."
What do you make of the Shakespeare verse in Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again.Also-which Mobile and which Memphis.
Y'all quiet 'n her lately, 'n I got Sue Mary here 'n she can spell fer me to talk to y'all. Were going to the ice-cream parlour later 'n we gonna tell 'em to get sum hanoi bob music in there to
But that was how the skirtmishes endupped.For like the campbells acoming with a forked lance of lightning,Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself,the old terror of the dames,came hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles,in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his furframed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman in his violet indigonation,to the whole longth and strongth of his bowman's bill.
Come off it drowleer.You're a bloke,sixty if a day.
It sucks out like a thore stumb.As%,style =100,content what's left and as style goes it is pramaxle cracked.We heard it afore earwet the records not yours.Found 'em eh?A shitekly broth of blarneyborestiff.
What is at the root of the "skinny dip",the towelling down and the after workwork is modesty.Only a person conditioned to modesty would give such images exposure hisself.They flop and funnybone those of a less buttoned-up disposition.They are the leer of an "uptight about sex" dirty old marriedman entrained on the trolley of the whambangtakethat my leetle innocent trailer trash fantasy which is about as useful as an instrument for philosophy debaters as it is for undermining a great artist's reputation and employed solely because the language of sophisticated ladies is beyond your capacity to take the piss out of.
You cannot be an Englishman because Englishmen are brought up to stick to the facts and to understate them out of deference to the unknown sensibilities of others.
You are heeribye given naughtish that you are ejaculated from this thread by acclamation and if you continue to post here any oyster pickers who try to read your bepestilensic humberts are deemed gulty of traesoin to the name of our heroical helmmeester and are,in their absentminder,excommumbisculated unto the outerest darknesses where no light shinetheth either from the norse the souse the easyeast or the gone west for good and for ever and ever amen.
Aroint thee thou rump fed roynon.
Get thee gone!
Off you eff.
Shakespeare had nothin' on you, spendius.
Shoot, y'all see thet spendus guy, 'n he's madder then a bobcat with rabies, sure as hell makin me 'n Jolene 'n Sue Mary tickled sum 'n then sum more.
We reckon he don't like us sayin haNOI bob 'n he's writin is wurse 'n mine. Don't now what he's sayin to much but he aint gonna stop us callin that sanfransisco dope smoker hanoi bob, not tilll hell freezes over he ain't. Then we gonna go skate dancin on it. Preacher Ronnie told us thet.
soozoo:-
Fie!fie upon her!
There's language in her eye,her cheek,her lip,
Nay,her foot speaks;her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
O,these encounters,so glib of tongue,
That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader!set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity
And daughters of the game. (Trumpets within)
good morning everyone.............nice day in Manhattan today
I hear the dinner gong.See you tomorrow.Give the knockers hell Lola.
Hark! The trumpets have shouted
The earth turns on its axis and the mind turns on itself
The foot speaks in fettish glee
Romeo, wherefore art thou?
(Damn, I just can't do this!)
I wonder where the proprietor/perpetrator of this tread has gone
Maybe he is performing his baroneccentric duties.
I return to this ! Mayhem! Madness! Argy-bargy within the confines of the Zimmerman investigation,The ever delightful Lola wiling away the hours as Soozoo! The further outlandish behaviour of Spendicus ? How dare you Sir !
Criticism of a young lady of such sweet and innocent disposition Old Chap is initself a most baneful and injurious employment, you should know better.
Your pernicious banjaxing of one so fair is a typical trait of the Tyke you represent coupled with your 'Freudian Attitude' to others; you attempt a psychological demolition to stain her status. Like Freud, you are expectorating sheer mumbo-jumbo with an egomania of pathological preoccupation and delusions of grandeur.
You should hang your head in shame.
Point of fact Spendius, your disdainful arrogance along with many if not all your hocus-pocus theories which you tend to supplicate put me in mind of a book by ;
Francis Wheen
'How Mumbo-Jumbo Conquered The World"
A Brief History of Modern Delusion.
Like Freud's lunatic based suppositories which a Tyke, along with a middle class Yank would bend over for with glee, have no more basis in reality than;
" The Worship Of Osiris"
It is indeed a sad reflection on your poor education combined with simplistic gullibility.
