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My thoughts come faster than the hand that has to write them down, like when I wrote Hard Rain... damn, I thought I wouldn’t be able to write down everything that crossed my mind. In the room, there’s a sign that says SILENCE; No one respects it: I believe this is what makes people different from signs.
My thoughts come faster than the hand that has to write them down, like when I wrote Hard Rain... damn, I thought I wouldn’t be able to write down everything that crossed my mind.
In the room, there’s a sign that says SILENCE; No one respects it: I believe this is what makes people different from signs.
Dive into Bob Dylan's Tarantula and experience a wild, poetic ride through his mind—discover a book that breaks all the rules!
‘They’re selling postcards of the hanging - Romeo’s moaning - And the only sound that remains is Cinderella sweeping up in the desolation alley-.’ ‘And now you tell me not to feel nostalgia so give me another word to use in its place.’
‘They’re selling postcards of the hanging - Romeo’s moaning - And the only sound that remains is Cinderella sweeping up in the desolation alley-.’
‘And now you tell me not to feel nostalgia so give me another word to use in its place.’
Dive into Bob Dylan’s Tarantula — explore its poetic depths and musical echoes today!
Ohibò! Quest’opera non è in nessuna classifica. Perchè non usare l’apposito pulsante qui sotto?
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