Last Friday, with a TWENTY FIVE EURO voucher for Golden Discs on offer, we asked you to complete this sentence:
“To my mind, the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be…”
You responded in your dozens.
But there can only be one winner.
ItWasChaosBilly clinched it.
To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be from To Ramona, a song to console even the heaviest of hearts:
“The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times
And there’s no use in tryin’
To deal with the dyin’
Though I cannot explain that in lines.”
Runners up.
Penfold: “To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be (and maybe Trump can break it out!): “Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press/Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess”. From Idiot Wind.”
Mr. P: “One that always stuck with me is the brilliantly simple, yet deeply cutting message to someone who turned on him when he left the trad folk music scene. Positively 4th Street, 1965. “I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes, you’d know then what a drag it is to see you.”
DSpot: ‘To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be: ‘Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels/He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels/And without further notice, he asks you how it feels/And he says, “Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan’ (Ballad Of A Thin Man) Some boy altogether.”
realPolithicks: To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be: “Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now” (My Back Pages)
Cheech: “To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be *inaudible mumbling*”.
Thanks all
Last week: Johnny’s In The Basement
Good choice of a winner.
€25. wow
Good choice, congratulations:)
Good choice alright, was thinking of that song initially when I heard the news. Also worth pointing ohow funny he an be. I shall be free #10 is hilarious;
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you’d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma won’t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen
Is Dylan still not answering the Nobel Committee’s calls?
Gah ! If only i hadna b@llsed up the linkage :(…
Seriously chaps and chapettes, if you have the opportunity, get hold of the rockumentary “message to love” not only does it have the ending filled with Dylany goodness, but it also has the Doors, mr Hendrix’s final performance, jethro tull and the Ooo but also shows the inspiration for the song “smoke on the water” which was inspired by some loon firing a flare into the stage and setting it on fire.
…beats x factor any day.
Ah deadly. How do I claim my bounty?