Like a Rising Stone
A time for life
to seek
to be found
to feel
to be touched
to hear truth
how sweet the sound
to taste goodness
goodness to be tasted
To love
and to be loved
Without the Divine
a lifetime
truly wasted
For once upon a time
you would drift so fine
crossing the line
past your prime
Didn’t you?
Within the spin
of a freefall
you heard the call
that whisper sublime
But yet you felt
to open the door
to the One for all
was somehow beneath you
You used to laugh about
everybody that was reaching out
Now you don’t talk so loud
upon your mobile cloud
Now you don’t seem so so proud
scrounging around
for some last minute exit deal
Now how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To be on your own
into the great unknown
with no direction home
Downhill and alone
like a rolling stone
Always the cat walking
stalking and talking
the survival fit
Nobody ever taught you how
to seek the meek discreet
Now you find
looking behind
you shoulda oughta
have sought after it
You used to fly so high
with your raptor pack
As on a vulture’s wing
circling after
some drive-by snack
whilst speed feeding
that link missing
upon your back
Ain’t it hard
when you discover that
mother lovin’ really wasn’t
where he’s at
after he took from you
everything he could steal
Now how does it feel
holding a dead man’s hand
with no card left to deal?
Like an unpaid loan
to a creditor unknown
serving a vanquished throne
Like a sinking stone
Never saw through
that mystery guru
as he blew
voodoo smoke at you
Never understood
that it ain’t no good
you shouldn’t let
old men in robes
… and suits
get your truths for you
Those placebo priests
with hearts of stone
and their religious yeast
that’ll eat you to the bone
Are those golden delusions
all glittering visions
of lightening sky diamond
to be your your chosen prize?
Will you never recognise
the question burning
before your very eyes?
All of nature calls
even the fallen to arise
To win forever
a treasure beyond measure
or to ever just compromise
with Lucy in disguise
who supplies you
all your false alibis
as you pray over
a vacuum of old lies
and say
you’ve found a new way
of keeping it real
and how
absolutely everything
is just so surreal!
If all those paths
lead to paradise, hun
how come you’ve become
such a mess
whilst dumpster diving
you’re last meal?
Now, how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To be without a home
A seed unsown
Like an undialed tone
to a disconnected phone
Tapped out, and spiked
by a pointing bone
Another people’s princess
of bewilderness
Roaming, rolling, and stoning
the great waylaid
How you gonna lay waste
How you gonna lie straight
now that your bed is made?
Reflections of magnificence
and all precious gifts
to you God gave
But who took and broke
your token innocence
then went and pawned it babe?
You used to be so amused
by the man of faith
and the language that he used
Go to him now
he calls you
How could you refuse?
Truth for the seeker
dazed and confused
Restoration divine
for the broken and bruised
Liberation sublime
for the captive accused
A right and royal refuge
for the used and abused
When you’ve got nothing
you’ve got nothing to lose
You’re transparent to him
you’ve got no secrets to conceal
For I know how it feels
Lord, I know how it feels
To be on your own
In despair, threadbare
and prone
By a wild wind blown
places mother
would never condone
Beyond all flesh and bone
Lost within a floating stone
Yet found . . .
to find you are not alone
There is a King
upon the throne
with the directions home
The way being shown
out from a twilight zone
All curses broken and thrown
like weeds being mown
a seed that is sown
A mighty tree being grown
from just a seed that is sown
upon the Rock …
like a rising stone
Words & Images;
David B. Redpath © 2017-2020
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This is so beautiful and my face is covered in tears as I finish it. (I could almost hear Bob singing. I wore this album out.) I’m not going to deconstruct this with any more words beyond – thank you. This touched me deeply. ♥.
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Niki, a deeply
and seriously serious ‘thank you’.
The tears of poetry
are lovely …
let them flow
(as Eric Clapton would say)
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♥.
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David, this is just seriously cool!!!!!
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Thank you, Susan.
I tried to tap into the spirit
of the original,
which flooded my journal.
then had to edit for survival.
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The spirit is there, but all meshed in with your style!!! Love it! And the visuals….so cool!!!!
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Yes Susan, I like to pic,
being a tourist
… on Planet Strange.
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I love the cadence, read it aloud
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… Good Choice
It was lacking a voice
that isn’t smoked, fermented,
raspy and hoarse.
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Absolutely gorgeous. Happy I didn’t miss this.
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Thank you,
Lonesome Andrew.
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LOL Not so Lonesome anymore.
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Yes Andrew, it’s good to
tangle the tango.
Even tackle the fandango.
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Hahaha Yeah, it is.
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Perfect!
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Wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks, Efi.
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Beautifully crafted as always. Love the flow of the poem, very dynamic, like a torrential rain with its musical rhymes, vomiting little diamonds, especially double rhymes as in “…the cat walking/ stalking and walking” and “seek the meek discreet”. I taste again a slight remembrance of the beat poets. I tried a bit of double rhyming here:
https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2016/12/15/faithful-companion/
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Thanks Marta.
Dreams sweet of
long distant times
with the beat on the street.
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This is amazing. Lovely cadence and the pics as usual are great. Thanks David.
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Thank you very much, Punam.
Glad you liked the pics.
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You are welcome.
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What a wonderful musically inspired homage/tribute/poetic cover of Like A Rolling Stone! Brilliant work!!
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Thanks Walt.
Yes, no stairway to heaven,
but definitely my favourite
song of the 20th Century.
Timeless as it be.
May the Dylan forgive me!?
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You’re very welcome! I’m sure he already has ☺
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Words fail me to be able to convey the emotions that were rolling, sweeping and flowing through me as I was teased along by your words. What a astounding piece 💙
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Thank you very much for
relating that, C.M.C.
For me,
that is the fruition of poetry.
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Fuck. This is divine. I really connect to it. I am and I know that cat. I’ve written and not published. Thank you for this.
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It’s my plagiaristic pleasure, Luiza.
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Haha. I remember this sentence: nothing is invented. All is copied. I now read this as: life is an identification process. We don’t invent. We incorporate aspects with other aspects. And then you have a chimera.
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And a whole lotta lovin’ fun
puttin’ it all together.
Reflecting the respecting.
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Love the pictures. Psychodelia to the max!
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What’s life without a psychedelic aspect?
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out of words…suffice to say ii am lucky to have chanced upon your blog…to read, learn and be inspired…
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Thank you for taking the
chance, Geetika.
I’m enjoying your Indian
Independence series. By
coincidence, my wife & I
will be in India for the big
70th celebrations next year.
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my pleasure…happy to know…Mother India welcomes you with open arms…
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Thanks Geetika. I’ll be there,
and Nepal, even if I have to
… ‘Aussie Crawl’.
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yes…Nepal -our beautiful neighbour…Asia awaits
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Whoa… What a powerhouse of a poem. Superb.
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Thank you very much.
(I’m still waiting to hear from
Bob Dylan’s lawyers. Perhaps,
possibly, I’ve got away with it.)
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🙂 its so innovative despite all that
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Thanks.
It stated out as a hommage
to ‘Like a Rolling Stone’, but
something took over.
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Well what ever that creative force was its pretty amazing…
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Beautiful poem, David.
Summarizes the agony of lost souls very well.
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Thank you Chris.
I stood on the shoulders of a poetic
genius whilst writing this.
The view was both cataclysmic, and
pure bliss.
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David, this was such a treat to read. You’re so incredibly clever and a wonderful poet, I enjoyed every verse. Hopefully we all eventually make it around the board, collecting $200 dollars without going directly to jail. Have a fantastic weekend. ~ Mia
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I very much appreciate that, Mia.
I dove into the Community Chest,
and was blessed to land upon
Bob Dylan’s timeless masterpiece
(If he ever finds out I may be sent
directly to jail as a plagiarist 😢).
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My pleasure, David!
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I love it!
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Thank you very much, Solitaire.
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So much beautiful n heart touching.
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Hey, David. Lord! That ripped my heart and left me feeling a million things. Love it and Your photos/art as well. Please pretend this emoji is as big as the ocean and as sparkling as the sun: 💖!!! Cheers and Happy New Year!
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From such such a wonderful artist
as yourself Katy, such a response
is immense value to me.
Thank you exceedingly 🌀☀️✨
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Oh gosh. My absolute pleasure!!! You completely blow me away. 😊💖☀️
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David, this poem of yours is lyrically, & poetically beautiful and brilliant in every visual possible.
I picture you singing to this as I caught myself flowing in your words of truth.
Man, where does your inspiration come from?
P.S We should collaborate on a poem sometime. Not, now…give me time. What do you say?
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I do confess, to you only Charlie, that I sing
along to the Dylan (and other Prophets of
the Revolution) in the privacy of my car.
These alternative lyrics just seemed to
came along for the ride.
Since you asked, I did seek for the spark
within the original, to be true to its spirit.
Thanks for going with the flow, Charlie.
I’m on the road, in Nepal, at the moment,
working my way down to India. Back home next month. Will keep in touch.
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That is amazing. Nothing wrong with singing along with the greats. They say; one gets inspiration out of the melody and the lyrical message behind the musician.
Originality is the source to the fruit of knowledge and the spirit itself that creates poetry from the heart.
Yes, let’s keep in touch and will talk about about collaborating on a poem together. 🙂
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How does it feel? Like a life truly wasted.
(loved every word)
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Sadly, life can be a bad deal,
so best to keep on shuffling the pack.
Thanks, Bojana, for rolling the stones.
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Roll I will as much and as often as possible.
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Rocking respect for the way you roll.
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Rocking thanks. And rolling.
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WOW–SO INTENSE!
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Thank you very much, Jonathan.
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Outstanding! Your words are a lyrical rollercoaster. Roll here, roll there, flip & drop. Then, I see multiple, psychedelic Davids. 😎 What a ride…😝🤪
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Thanks Victoria, for taking the trip
on the Goodship Lollipop.
As Dylan himself once said,
“Everybody must get stoned”.
I’m still trying to figure out
exactly what he meant!?
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I love that song and I’m not much of a Dylan fan. 😄
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Beautifully penned, My Friend!! Bravo!!!!
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Grazie mille, Antonella 💝
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Grazie a te ☺️
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Missed this one somewhere in the soup, DR. Tangled up in blues. Nice-looking place… ever make it to Islay? (how high the gulls fly… felt like a grain on your sand)
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Thankyou RS for boarding my swirling ship.
With a wee dram of Bruichladdich Rocks
single malt whisky, one is transported to
the Isle of Islay spiritually, instantly.I’ve been to the Orkney Isles, and the Neolithic village of Skara Brae. Being Caledonian, it felt like home.
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I love this and all its beauty.
Missed a few posts of yours. I must catch up.
Already feeling uplifted from this one xx
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Thank you, M. I’ve been AWOL myself, 😎 climbing the Himalayas (Only the foothills).
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You are forgiven this omission, M.
For I know you are well occupied
with your glorious writing.
To neglect that would be the real sin.
I too must confess, I’ve been taken
away by the rambling wind.
Thanks for catching this one offering,
for it was spawned of much transgression.
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Missed your works….but this is lovely💓
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Thank you very much, Priscilla.
This piece was the purge of a dirge,
wrapped up in a labour of love
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You shouldn’t let old men in robes and suits get your truths for you: very well said.
Good to read you again!
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Been taking a Himalayan break …
where no Wild WiFi grows, and
no Sim card goes.
Been missing you too, Basilike.
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😘
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Most beautiful. Without divine power is nothing in this world. Nice written, dear!!
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Much appreciated, Aruna. Thank you.
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Most welcome,dear!!🌹🌹🌹
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That’s beautiful..it just reached inside my heart… good one David
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Thank you, Chiru. Most gratified
you came along for the ride 🙏
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😊😊👍
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Beautiful, just beautiful. I’m sure Bob Dylan would approve.
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Thank you. And I sure hope so.
Otherwise I could be in trouble.
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I particularly enjoyed the sequence from refuse to lose. . . (:
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That’s the money shot, Elisa.
We’ll spotted. I guess if takes a writer.
( I think Almighty WordPress decided to disconnected us. Several sites disappeared
from my reader a while ago, including yours.
Now I know you’re still up & blogging … )
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You touch my soul, and I can’t hold against the tears falling down my cheek, I am speechlees.. Thank you🦋
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Thank you for such a heartfelt response 💛
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My pleasure🦋
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This is fabulous, David!
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Thanks Kunal 🙏
May the road rise with ⬆️
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the poetry is luminous and effusive, the images are works of magic; you are the Image Maker !
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Thank you with much illumination,
John 💡🙏
I did try to stay true to the spirit of
the original song, as a hommage.
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I’ve got all Dylan’s albums up to Blood on the Tracks
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Being an Infidel, I would be left full
of Desire … for some Street Legal,
whilst a-waitin’ for that slow train
coming 🚂 😎
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I know, Dylan lost me when he went into his Xian phase
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If dogs run free,
then what must be
Must be, and that is all
True love can make a blade of grass
Stand up straight and tall
In harmony with the cosmic sea
True love needs no company
It can cure the soul,
it can make it whole
If dogs run free
~ Bob
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lovely, truly lovely; it seems I may have missed something
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From the very beginning, Dylan’s
lyrics had a tendency to veer
towards the theological. His very
first album was part gospel, part
hillbilly hoedown ,part Greenwich
Village pan handling dust bowl
refugee. His eclectic range of
musical styles has stood him well
in regards to his professional
longevity. But is his most recent
reincarnation, as an old time radio
crooner, a bridge too far 🤔
But then, he has invested a lot of
effort over the years in getting
his voice to sound just like Louis
Armstrong with bronchitis, smoking
a cuban cigar 😎
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Beautiful thoughts in poem, dear
Redpath. Hey dear, this poem is inspired from Indian Mythology, right?
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As much as I find the Bhagavad Gita intriguing, Aruna, this piece was
inspired by Bob Dylan’s song,
‘Like a Rolling Stone’ 😎
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No,dear Redpath!!Bhagvad Gita is inspired to Bob Dylan.you know-that book is written 2500 years ago.😎
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Yeah.you are inspired by Bob Dylan.😊
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I kind off read it as a rap. Lyrics are soul touching. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Your very welcome, Kritika.
I would find myself riffing to the
original. As Dylan is my go to Poet
Laureate of the uber inspirational 😎
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My bad that I have not heard him yet but by your style I can guess that he must have inspired many. Will go through his collection asap. 😊🙏
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When it come to Dylan, best
to start at the beginning 😎
Like Blowin’ in the Wind, and
The Times They Are a-Changin’.
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Thank you 😊 Will start from these two songs itself.
Have a great day 🌟🌼
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Love the riff on Dylan. Well done.
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Thank you very much, Anna.
Just don’t tell Bob!
I may need a good lawyer 😎
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Love the composition with green stone 💚💚💚 Bob always inspires 🙂 amazing how you did it!
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Thank you, with much
plagiaristic appreciation 🙏 😎
I did my dylanistic utmost to
tune into the rolling inspiration 🎶
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