Bob Dylan Blues
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Ca parait évident pourtant.. C'est une chanson de Syd Barrett, je l'aime beaucoup. Et comme j'ai Syd en thème, bah je prends une de ses chansons =) Et puis j'aime Syd, alors.. Na ! Bob Dylan Blues
Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan shoes And my clothes and my hair's in a mess But you know I just couldn't care less
Gonna write me a song 'Bout what's right and what's wrong 'Bout God and my girl and all that Quiet while I make like a cat
'Cause I'm a poet Don't ya know it And the wind, you can blow it 'Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king And I'm free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town Just to get people down
But I don't care too much about that 'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lot of dough But I deserve it though I've got soul and a good heart of gold So I'll sing about war in the cold
'Cause I'm a poet Don't ya know it And the wind, you can blow it 'Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king And I'm free as a bird on the wing
Well I sings about dreams And I rhymes it with seems Because it seems that my dream always means That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me Should try hard to see That he buys all my discs in a hat And when I'm in town go see that
'Cause I'm a poet Don't ya know it And the wind, you can blow it 'Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king And I'm free as a bird on the wing
Syd Barrett
Malade Sysyphus, le Mercredi 27 Octobre 2004, 20:59 Chambre Us and Them.