The Bob Dylan appreciation thread

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skydancer

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold
Arise, arise, he cried so loud
In a voice without restraint
Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own
So go on your way accordingly
But know you're not alone

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried

No forced rhymes here

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William. in reply to @skydancer

I did actually print that out for myself once to help memorise it. I have things I recite and sing to pass the time on long rides. The ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest is another favourite. I'd still rather read a book of poetry than a book of lyrics. Page poetry isn't better, but it is different. Why does there have to be a "greatest" poet anyway?

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