Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts – two turntables and a microphone.
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts – two turntables and a microphone.
Soy un perdedor.
Now I’m rolling in sweat with a loaf of cold bread and a taco in my jeans.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat. Try on your wings and find out where it’s at.
You’re always saying, it’s so easy.
I’m a good ol’ boy, but I’ve been sniffin’ too many eggs, talkin’ to too many people, drinkin’ too many kegs.
Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poor Boys are playing, bring a nickel, tap your feet.
What a long strange trip it’s been.
Seven thirty seven coming out of the sky – won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride. I want to move, playing in a traveling band.
Left a good job in the city, working for the man every night and day, and I never lost one minute of sleeping, worrying ‘bout the way things might have been.
I ain’t never been in trouble, I ain’t got the time. I don’t mess around with magic, child, what I got is mine.
I want to live, I want to give. I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.
You’re no good, baby you’re no good.
From whatever position you occupy with regard to the watchtower, this is another classic Dylan album.
Here’s how I’ll describe it: it’s just flipping gorgeous.
Plays as great comedic alt country or country rock material or simply flat out great alt country or country rock music, period. Well, except for…
They keep it low, they keep it hot, they keep heads covered.
Don’t call this a jam band… album.
See the sky is about to rain.
A crucial late ‘60s rock and country album that would influence much of what was coming in the ‘70s. And, bonus: a great listen all the way through.
Whether this is country or rock or blues or whatever, it’ll make you say, “Hell yeah.”
Alt country that pleasantly zooms along with lyrics that are genuinely funny and clever.