HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB DYLAN!!!!

[matcom]

64 today :bounce:

[Heidi]

1. What a man.

Happy birthday, Mr. Dylan.

[mzmolly]

2. A Gemini and from Minnesota.

Just like moi.

My Lovely Great Grandmother would have been 110 today, she passed away a bit less then 10 years ago. Happy Birthday G.

And, Happy Birthday Bobbbbbbbb. :party:

[Beware the Beast Man]

3. Happy birthday to yeeeewwwwwww!

:party:

[johnnie]

4. Heh

That cracked me up.

[Beware the Beast Man]

5. I can't believe I was the first to think of it!

[Cooley Hurd]

6. To a most unique and gifted performer...

The Poet Emeritus of us all...
Cheers and Happy Birthday, Bob!

[ET Awful]

7. Don't you mean Robert Zimmerman?

Dylan came later :) Wouldn't Dylan's birthdy be the date he quit going by Zimmerman? :evilgrin:

[matcom]

8. be nice

:D

[seemslikeadream]

9. And lots of other things

http://www.maggiesfarm.it.nyud.net:8090/nash.jpg
"Of Bob Dylan"

There are those who do not imitate,
Who cannot imitate
But then there are those who emulate
At times, to expand further the light
Of an original glow.
Knowing that to imitate the living
Is mockery
And to imitate the dead
Is robbery
There are those
Who are beings complete unto themselves
Whole, undaunted,-a source
As leaves of grass, as stars
As mountains, alike, alike, alike,
Yet unalike
Each is complete and contained
And as each unalike star shines
Each ray of light is forever gone
To leave way for a new ray
And a new ray, as from a fountain
Complete unto itself, full, flowing
So are some souls like stars
And their words, works and songs
Like strong, quick flashes of light

From a brilliant, erupting cone.
So where are your mountains
To match some men?

This man can rhyme the tick of time
The edge of pain, the what of sane
And comprehend the good in men, the bad in men
Can feel the hate of fight, the love of right
And the creep of blight at the speed of light
The pain of dawn, the gone of gone
The end of friend, the end of end
By math of trend
What grip to hold what he is told
How long to hold, how strong to hold
How much to hold of what is told.
And Know
The yield of rend; the break of bend
The scar of mend
I'm proud to say that I know it,
Here-in is a hell of a poet.
And lots of other things
And lots of other things.
-- Johnny Cash

[Zomby Woof]

10. The Greatest Living Poet

:party: How does it feel, Bob? :D

[candy]

11. Good Lord,Dylan's a geezer.

[ailsagirl]

12. Beat me to it!! I remembered at work but couldn't post on DU

cuz I didn't know my password. But I knew some DU-er would remember.

Here's to the most brilliant musical genius there is!! The one who brought it all together.

Happy Birthday, Bob!!

:toast: :party:

[jim3775]

13. Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue,
I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do,
Them Communists they wus comin' around,
They wus in the air,
They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace. . .

So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society,
I got me a secret membership card
And started off a-walkin' down the road.
Yee-hoo, I'm a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!

Now we all agree with Hitlers' views,
Although he killed six million Jews.
It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist,
At least you can't say he was a Communist!
That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria.

Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds.
I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed,
Looked in the sink, behind the door,
Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
Couldn't find 'em . . .

I wus lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere,
I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair.
I looked way up my chimney hole,
I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.
They got away . . .

Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat,
Figured they wus in my T.V. set.
Peeked behind the picture frame,
Got a shock from my feet, hittin' right up in the brain.
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did . . . them hard-core ones.

Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes.
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol' Betty Ross . . .

Well, I investigated all the books in the library,
Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away.
I investigated all the people that I knowed,
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go.
The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me.

Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy,
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy.
To my knowledge there's just one man
That's really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell.
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus.

Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
When I run outa things to investigate.
Couldn't imagine doin' anything else,
So now I'm sittin' home investigatin' myself!
Hope I don't find out anything . . . hmm, great God!

[ailsagirl]

14. Looks like a very interesting DVD-- but I only have VHS

and it doesn't look as if it's available on VHS.

:mad:

Now that's a bummer!! I hate being forced to "upgrade" to something new just because the powers that be have decided that VHS is o-u-t.

:grr: