"Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned/Have died in battle or in vain/And you’re sick of all this/All of this repetition...."
Naked Bob Dylan Robot is Repetition. Suffer Suffer Repetition. I Hate Myself and Wait for a Post on "Slow Train Coming." Insert Train Whistle Here.
Rome: The Obvious:
"and handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the fifteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burning coal Pouring off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you Tangled up in blue"
Sidestep to Japanese Plagiarism, Perhaps: Love and Theft Indeed.
Bob Seger Robot says:
"I woke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Started humming a song from 1962 Ain't it funny how the night moves When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closing in"
1962 Dylan Robot:
"I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village"
Sing That to "Night Moves."
I so Want to Take This Farther, Introducing My Dylan-Sprinsteen-Seger Leaning Triangle of Truth, But Those Days May Be Gone. Fade, Fade, Magnetic Tape.
Regarding the Dylan-Sprinsteen-Seger Leaning Triangle of Truth, Here is the Dylan Quote I Was Thinking Of:
[on Bob Seger] "Some people think Bob is a poor man's Bruce Springsteen, but personally I always thought Bruce was the rich man's Bob Seger."
Springsteen Started With His Best Dylan Imitation by recording the following in 1972 (that Year Again):
"Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat..."
Then Has Spent the Following Decades in an Ever-Descending Spiral of Clenched Self-Righteousness and Smug, Snug Working-Man's Jeans: When You try to Climb Dylan Mountain the Gravity Brings You Down Hard. I Mean; Sleeveless Jeans Jacket over a Leather Jacket? I Will Gladly Rather Take David Lee Roth in Spandex: at Least He Was Aware That He Was a Cartoon.
In the Travelling Wilburys Dylan Sent Up Springsteen with the Song "Tweeter and the Monkey Man":
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to vietnam And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn They knew that they found freedom just across the jersey line So they hopped into a stolen car took highway 99
Bruce Springsteen Has Made a Career Out of Attempting To Simulate Authenticity, But the Seams Still Show. Consider This:
Mike Reno and Loverboy sang:
Everybody's working for the weekend Everybody wants a new romance Everybody's going off the deep end Everybody needs a second chance, oh
Springsteen Could Never Attempt Something So Straight-Forward; We'd Probably Get Something Like the Following:
Frog-Boy the Mechanic's working for the weekend Waitress Rosie wants a new romance Everybody's going off the deep end in Jersey Frog-Boy and Rosie need a second chance, oh
Don't get Me going on Springsteen in Relation to Grand Funk Railroad.
We're an American band We're an American band We're comin' to YOUR town We'll help YOU party down We're an American band
See? One of US. They Are Willing to Hang Out With You, Party a Bit: They Are Like You, and Just Want to Help You and Your Friends Have Some Fun.
Simulated Springsteen Robot:
Oil-Can Johnny's in an American band Oil-Can Johnny's in an American band He's comin' to Jersey town He'll party down with Those Who Lost the American Dream Out on the Dark City Streets Oil-Can Johnny's in an American band
The Rock Constipation of the Mid Nineteen Seventies Strained Hard: Critics Could Give No Love to Foghat -- They Were Waiting for a New Dylan, Their Generation's Dylan. Then Along Came Springsteen: He's Like if Dylan Was Also Marlon Brando! They had the Butter Ready.
When your Fans sends back all your invitations And your Agent to your Manager he explains That Everyone is tired of yourself and all of your Tired creations Won't you come see me, Sprinsteen?
I have spent my life judging the distance between American reality and the American dream.
That is the Taffy in the Nutshell, the Pistachio in the Pudding: Distance. I Will Hide Behind Rosie and Frog-Boy and Oil-Can Johnny and Tell You of America, For I Am Still One of Them, Despite My Money and Mansion: I Still Wear Jeans to Funerals.
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God said you can do what you want, Abe, but...
Any Dylan line makes me think of another, randomly.
"Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned/Have died in battle or in vain/And you’re sick of all this/All of this repetition...."
Naked Bob Dylan Robot is Repetition. Suffer Suffer Repetition. I Hate Myself and Wait for a Post on "Slow Train Coming." Insert Train Whistle Here.
Rome: The Obvious:
"and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the fifteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue"
Sidestep to Japanese Plagiarism, Perhaps: Love and Theft Indeed.
Bob Seger Robot says:
"I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in"
1962 Dylan Robot:
"I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village"
Sing That to "Night Moves."
I so Want to Take This Farther, Introducing My Dylan-Sprinsteen-Seger Leaning Triangle of Truth, But Those Days May Be Gone. Fade, Fade, Magnetic Tape.
Regarding the Dylan-Sprinsteen-Seger Leaning Triangle of Truth, Here is the Dylan Quote I Was Thinking Of:
[on Bob Seger] "Some people think Bob is a poor man's Bruce Springsteen, but personally I always thought Bruce was the rich man's Bob Seger."
Springsteen Started With His Best Dylan Imitation by recording the following in 1972 (that Year Again):
"Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat..."
Then Has Spent the Following Decades in an Ever-Descending Spiral of Clenched Self-Righteousness and Smug, Snug Working-Man's Jeans: When You try to Climb Dylan Mountain the Gravity Brings You Down Hard. I Mean; Sleeveless Jeans Jacket over a Leather Jacket? I Will Gladly Rather Take David Lee Roth in Spandex: at Least He Was Aware That He Was a Cartoon.
In the Travelling Wilburys Dylan Sent Up Springsteen with the Song "Tweeter and the Monkey Man":
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the jersey line
So they hopped into a stolen car took highway 99
Dylan Wrote the Joke That Springsteen Lives.
Bruce Springsteen Has Made a Career Out of Attempting To Simulate Authenticity, But the Seams Still Show. Consider This:
Mike Reno and Loverboy sang:
Everybody's working for the weekend
Everybody wants a new romance
Everybody's going off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
Springsteen Could Never Attempt Something So Straight-Forward; We'd Probably Get Something Like the Following:
Frog-Boy the Mechanic's working for the weekend
Waitress Rosie wants a new romance
Everybody's going off the deep end in Jersey
Frog-Boy and Rosie need a second chance, oh
Don't get Me going on Springsteen in Relation to Grand Funk Railroad.
Grand Funk Railroad:
We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to YOUR town
We'll help YOU party down
We're an American band
See? One of US. They Are Willing to Hang Out With You, Party a Bit: They Are Like You, and Just Want to Help You and Your Friends Have Some Fun.
Simulated Springsteen Robot:
Oil-Can Johnny's in an American band
Oil-Can Johnny's in an American band
He's comin' to Jersey town
He'll party down with Those Who Lost the American Dream Out on the Dark City Streets
Oil-Can Johnny's in an American band
I Think You See the Difference.
The Rock Constipation of the Mid Nineteen Seventies Strained Hard: Critics Could Give No Love to Foghat -- They Were Waiting for a New Dylan, Their Generation's Dylan. Then Along Came Springsteen: He's Like if Dylan Was Also Marlon Brando! They had the Butter Ready.
True to my handle, his current 'singing' sucks big time.
When your Fans sends back all your invitations
And your Agent to your Manager he explains
That Everyone is tired of yourself and all of your Tired creations
Won't you come see me, Sprinsteen?
Springsteen Quote:
I have spent my life judging the distance between American reality and the American dream.
That is the Taffy in the Nutshell, the Pistachio in the Pudding: Distance. I Will Hide Behind Rosie and Frog-Boy and Oil-Can Johnny and Tell You of America, For I Am Still One of Them, Despite My Money and Mansion: I Still Wear Jeans to Funerals.
"Oh the streets of Rome are filled with rubble..."
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