02 April 2008

Dylan: Master of tight.


Listening to Bob Dylan's Idiot Wind, I am reminded that the man is a master of tight. Witness this masterful callout:


Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,

Blowing down the backroads headin' south.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I bet they wished they'd tightened up.

2 comments:

The Becca said...

That's going to be my new insult.

Jordan said...

nothing is more devastating than:

"One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle."

Jesus Christ!