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“May you grow up to be righteous.
May you grow up to be true.
May you always...”
– Bob Dylan (via eternalconsciousness)
globbybottleofcheap asked: I truly love this blog.
dude-buddy asked: so the ask isn't letting me put a link in here, but you know the gif you posted of an old bob dylan transforming into a young one? the caption says it's from a video... I may be foolish, but what is that from? slash know where I could see it? thanks!
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“I failed to communicate, that’s why I chose to leave.”
– Bob Dylan
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“You don’t necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas...”
– Bob Dylan
breathawayfromheaven:
mindatpeace:
“Lay, lady, lay. Lay across my big ass bed.”
-what Bob Dylan should’ve wrote
How about,
“Lay lady lay Lay dat big ass on my bed”
I would be okay with either though.
alixxthelion asked: hands down best blog. <3333
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Bob Dylan 1961 CBS Interview
Bob Dylan: Yeah, well, I was in the carnival when I was about 13 — all kinds of shows.
CBS: Where'd you go?
Bob Dylan: All around the Midwest, uh, Gallup, New Mexico, Aptos, Texas, and then … lived in, Gallup, New Mexico and …
CBS: How old were you?
Bob Dylan: Uh, about 7, 8, something like that.
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Bob Dylan 1966 Playboy Interview
PLAYBOY: What made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wound up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and got a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
Bob Dylan: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.
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