Amazing what an afternoon listening to old Bob Dylan can do to you...
I started out wanting to rewrite "Desolation Row." I ended up with this...
I woke up this morning
And bought myself a slave
By the time I went to bed tonight
I'd buried her in her grave
You just can't get the help no more
Oh momma, that's the truth
My baby she don't love me and
This morning I got Ruthed
I woke up this morning
And bought myself a sub
I asked her to do one thing
And she threw down her HUD
You just can't get the help no more
She called me mean ol' names
I'm going down the dungeon now
To wrap that sub in chains
I woke up this morning
I bought myself pet
By the time I went to bed tonight
She'd been put down by the vet
You just can't get the help no more
Try walking in my shoes
I got dem low down broken baby
Lonesome slaveless blues
1 comment:
*giggles* I love it, especially the line about being Ruthed and the verse where she throws down her HUD! Great imagery and very Second Life!
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