O problema do mundo é que as pessoas ouvem menos Bob Dylan do que o necessário – e olha que há 79 anos ele está aí, dando mais do que a gente merece. Obrigada Bob, este ano vou comemorar mais seu aniversário do que o meu (que é amanhã).
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While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only
