When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
Wait…what? Smoking is…it’s bad for me?? WHAT
To Ramona. I even just read the lyrics sometimes. It’s fucking beautiful.
A very minimal, beginners Dylan playlist if any of you assholes care. Some of the gems.
Highway 51 runs right by my baby’s door
If I don’t get the girl I’m loving
Won’t go down to Highway 51 no more
There’s like 300 of you wtf are you guys doing
A perfect equilibrium has been reached between goose bumps and sweat. Ideal weather—it’s as rare as an ideal mood nowadays. Imagine; perpetual perfection of ambiance. How pleasant, how fulfilling…how humdrum.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
- Checks self, continues to wreck self
In high school whenever someone would ask me if we needed a draft copy I would say “drafts are for the weak” and looking back it’s so true and…well, hilarious