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.
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That's going to be my new insult.
nothing is more devastating than:
"One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle."
Jesus Christ!
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