tangledupinblue

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat.
Your temperature's too hot for taming,
Your flaming feet burn up the street.
I am homeless, come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums.
Let me know, babe, about my fortune
Down along my restless palms.

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed.
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing,
An' your flashing diamond teeth.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let me know, babe, I got to know, babe,
If it's you my lifelines trace.

I been wond'rin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there.
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding,
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where.
You have slayed me, you have made me,
I got to laugh halfways off my heels.
I got to know, babe, will I be touching you
So I can tell if I'm really real.

~~~~daily dylan~~~~~

Baby steps. Good movie. Like my IPod. Good impulse score. So tired. Worked way too hard for a friday. I got summer hung on a huge hook right in the center of my brain. I can't wait to hang out at hot bars wearing a guyabera and a straw hat feeling sweaty and alive this July. Let the fuckaroos have the Hamptons. Either I'll be in Carolina or deep in a city safari every blistering dripping humid night this summer. I got to find a way to make the these albums import faster to my computer. Fear of a Black Planet still stacks up against nearly album ever released. I'm spent and disingenuous to so many people. Goddamn, I just do not have the time or the really the desire to let anyone in to some scenes right now. I'm feeling remarkably private for me. Anyone seen my Astral Weeks cd?

Whatever. Grrrrrrrrr. Major SUCKAGE

I got absolutely no flow, no rhythm, no voice, no style and nothing near substance. So, I'll just shut up. Go listen to Dylan. He'll let you know what I'm thinking better than I can. Today's album is Another Side of Bob Dylan.