His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He’s the neighborhood bully
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully
Nelle foto: Bob Dylan a casa del rabbino David Pinto, Parigi, 1994
5 comments:
è ovunque quest'uomo!
tranne che a casa mia
ps: mauri, check yr mail
Paolo, ho letto ora e ti ho risposto. garzie!
Vista la monotematicita' degli argomenti potresti chiamarlo Blog Dylan... ;-)
Pat Garrett
La monotematicità sconfina. Parecchio. Tanto che i confini scompaiono.
Certo dipende da come si guarda e/o si ascolta,,
E' tutto lì... O quasi, mi pare.
Billy the Kid
;-) & :-)
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