My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Bob Dylan, Mr. Tamborine Man
1965
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Where is Bob Dylan when we need him?
Now that the memory lane molecules are activated in my grey and bare cerebral cortex, I want to know who's going to encapsulate this for us like Dylan did? How come I still feel like:
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He's a born again Christian now, doc.
There's still Ozzie Osbourne though.......:)
Say it isn't so, BRT, say it isn't so.
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