General Chat

My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
<3

Bob Dylan has been awarded the Nobel prize for literature.
Why is it that music sounds better from a vinyl pressing ?

This (Bringing It All Back Home) was the second LP album I ever bought. The first was "With the Beatles".

Rollo, the first Beatles album I bought was their first in 1963 and, technically, I did not buy it but it was one (among others) that I spent record tokens on that I'd won in a quiz.

Talk about chuffed ..... :-D

Please Please Me afaik
I do miss John Lennon's rasping vocals though he couldn't sing in tune either..

http://bobdylan.com/songs/last-thoughts-woody-guthrie/