View Full Version : Robert Allen Zimmerman

06-10-2011, 09:53 PM
basically all i've been listening to for a couple days. actually was going through an 80s & older phase, Nettie Moore was killin' me, but right now I'm into super early, pretty stuff, like '64 and earlier. God, it's just crushing me right now. So many songs, it's hard to fathom. It feels like looking God in the face.

Anyway, I know some of you fucking hate the dude but whatevs, let's talk it out.

Youtube employs nazis when it comes to Dylan recordings, at least early ones, for some reason, and I couldn't find Boots of Spanish Leather or To Ramona or anything. So you know, whatever. I've got most his shit if you wanna talk about one.


06-10-2011, 11:13 PM
You may call me Bobby.
You may call me Zimmy.

06-10-2011, 11:31 PM
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike
Get deathlike at times
And there’s no use in tryin’
T’ deal with the dyin’
Though I cannot explain that in lines

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I’m in
But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin’ to be a part of
A world that just don’t exist
It’s all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin’ like this

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin’ and returnin’
On back to the South
You’ve been fooled into thinking
That the finishin’ end is at hand
Yet there’s no one to beat you
No one t’ defeat you
’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

I’ve heard you say many times
That you’re better ’n no one
And no one is better ’n you
If you really believe that
You know you got
Nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feel
That you must be exactly like them

I’d forever talk to you
But soon my words
They would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I’ll come and be cryin’ to you