Congrats to Bob Dylan for winning the Nobel Prize in Literature(!) for
for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.
Blood On The Tracks remains one of my all time favorite albums. The stories he tells are incredible and the rhyming structures continue to fascinate me. Somebody needs to make an Internet short of the epic Western Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts.
<br>She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue<br>