A saxophone someplace far off played

Overheard (coming out of mine and other nearby mouths) at a tavern in Brooklyn:

Installment 12,009 in the long running Lyrics vs Music argument.

Is Dylan a poet?

Well, let's see.

"I want you I want you I want you, So bad."

That would be a big NO!

(much laughter).

Oh fuck you, you always were a music guy anyway. How about this?

"They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones."

(much silence)

RG's picture

Here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price, you have to pay to get out of, going through all these things twice!

Donald N.'s picture

That's great!