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Bob. A young man. Me. You. All... Not many loops in this one, just some of the drums. I used a lot of hand instruments and took an attempt at the harmonica although I have no idea how to master it.
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A Tambourine Man Rollin' in the Wind
"I can't say when it occurred to me to write my own songs.
I couldn't have come up with anything comparable and half
way close to the folk song lyrics I was singing to define the
way I felt about the world. I guess it happens to you by degrees.
You just don't wake up one day and decide you need to write songs."
A man sat down at a table, across from old Bob Dylan.
He looked at Bob with blank eyes, and then, he said nothing.
The man had black coffee and dreamt of a coffin, displayed on a backstreet of NYC.
Bob he wrote frantically on a napkin, perhaps about an old flame called kitty.
Secrets from an attic, well, the wind kept blowin' him: "Hey Edie, bring me the check honey!"
"Come with me young man, I got something to show you!" said Bob; "this ain't nothin'".
A Tambourine Man Rollin' in the Wind
Blowing his thoughts, with lyrics that he sings.
The came to a forest, Bob opened a door, they stepped onto a Man Ray-made board.
"I'll be the King", Bob said, "and you'll be the Bishop." In a distance, a wildcat growled.
They walked down the line, down to Maggie's Old Farm, where they knocked on heaven's door.
"Too many lazy young sluts", said Bob and sat down: "...have charmed away my brain!"
The young man understood, he'd been there before; when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose for sure.
"How does it feel young man, to be on your own?" The young man said: "Like a complete unknown".
A Tambourine Man Rollin' in the Wind
Blowing his thoughts, with lyrics that he sings.
The young man says: "I know this girl that claim she knows you, her name is Mrs. Juniper!"
"If I ask her a question, she returns a whole story – she's lovely and light as a feather."
"So, take heed", said Bob, "of the stormy, stormy weather, "with some Spanish boots of Spanish leather..."
They smiled, as they where reading each minds; times is certainly a-changing!
"Once I had a sweetheart too", said Bob, "she was oh so fine and good lookin'"
"Time is all I have to give", he sadly said, "never say goodbye my young man..."
A Tambourine Man Rollin' in the Wind
Blowing his thoughts, with lyrics that he sings.
© M09 with inspiration from the works of Bob Dylan
"I can't say when it occurred to me to write my own songs.
I couldn't have come up with anything comparable and half
way close to the folk song lyrics I was singing to define the
way I felt about the world. I guess it happens to you by degrees.
You just don't wake up one day and decide you need to write songs."
A man sat down at a table, across from old Bob Dylan.
He looked at Bob with blank eyes, and then, he said nothing.
The man had black coffee and dreamt of a coffin, displayed on a backstreet of NYC.
Bob he wrote frantically on a napkin, perhaps about an old flame called kitty.
Secrets from an attic, well, the wind kept blowin' him: "Hey Edie, bring me the check honey!"
"Come with me young man, I got something to show you!" said Bob; "this ain't nothin'".
A Tambourine Man Rollin' in the Wind
Blowing his thoughts, with lyrics that he sings.
The came to a forest, Bob opened a door, they stepped onto a Man Ray-made board.
"I'll be the King", Bob said, "and you'll be the Bishop." In a distance, a wildcat growled.
They walked down the line, down to Maggie's Old Farm, where they knocked on heaven's door.
"Too many lazy young sluts", said Bob and sat down: "...have charmed away my brain!"
The young man understood, he'd been there before; when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose for sure.
"How does it feel young man, to be on your own?" The young man said: "Like a complete unknown".
A Tambourine Man Rollin' in the Wind
Blowing his thoughts, with lyrics that he sings.
The young man says: "I know this girl that claim she knows you, her name is Mrs. Juniper!"
"If I ask her a question, she returns a whole story – she's lovely and light as a feather."
"So, take heed", said Bob, "of the stormy, stormy weather, "with some Spanish boots of Spanish leather..."
They smiled, as they where reading each minds; times is certainly a-changing!
"Once I had a sweetheart too", said Bob, "she was oh so fine and good lookin'"
"Time is all I have to give", he sadly said, "never say goodbye my young man..."
A Tambourine Man Rollin' in the Wind
Blowing his thoughts, with lyrics that he sings.
© M09 with inspiration from the works of Bob Dylan
sloparts
to build a story with Mikki.
Totally different than anything I've ever heard, but a total blast to listen to.
Great piece of work Mikki
Ed