Bob invites his wife
To love him in his farmhouse...
And to "blow" his "horn."
Every song Bob Dylan wrote or performed can be distilled in a haiku. NOTE FOR READERS: All posts from 2010 to 2014 should be considered out of date. Please disregard them. There are, or will be, new versions of each haiku.
Friday, December 24, 2010
All the Tired Horses
The horses are tired.
How will Bob ride? He’s lazy,
He lets the girls sing.
How will Bob ride? He’s lazy,
He lets the girls sing.
Labels:
1970,
All the Tired Horses,
Bob Dylan,
Self-Portrait
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
All Along the Watchtower
Joker can't take life.
Thief says, "It is what it is...
Let others suffer."
Thief says, "It is what it is...
Let others suffer."
Labels:
1967,
All Along the Watchtower,
Bob Dylan,
John Wesley Harding
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Alberta #2
Bob has a problem.
Alberta's hair is still up.
He still wants it down.
Alberta's hair is still up.
He still wants it down.
Labels:
1970,
Alberta,
Alberta #2,
Bob Dylan,
Self-Portrait
Alberta #1
Bob would pay this girl
To let down her long, long hair,
And be less mopey.
To let down her long, long hair,
And be less mopey.
Labels:
1970,
Alberta,
Alberta #1,
Bob Dylan,
Self-Portrait
Monday, December 20, 2010
Ain't Talkin'
Is it ironic?
Bob has logorrhea, but
This time cops the Fifth.
Bob has logorrhea, but
This time cops the Fifth.
Labels:
2006,
Ain't Talkin',
Bob Dylan,
Modern Times
Ain't No Man Righteous (No, Not One)
Bob tells listeners
They'd better get straight with God
Coz they all sinners.
They'd better get straight with God
Coz they all sinners.
(Ain't Gonna Play) Sun City
Bob ain't gonna play Sun City.
How many South Africans
Asked him if he would?
How many South Africans
Asked him if he would?
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Ain't Gonna Go to Hell for Anybody
I could be a jerk,
But then, I would go to hell,
So I'd rather not.
But then, I would go to hell,
So I'd rather not.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Cocaine
Cocaine's mighty good,
But it overstimulates.
Cocaine's mighty bad.
But it overstimulates.
Cocaine's mighty bad.
Labels:
Cocaine Blues,
Eric Clapton,
haiku,
J.J. Cale,
Slowhand,
Troubador
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