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Thursday, February 16. 2006

A Free Ad for Bob: Thursday Dylan Lyrics, and Live Download

"Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
They're throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man's bones
Got their noses to the grindstones

Living in the Land of Nod
Trustin' their fate to the Hands of God
They pass by so silently
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee

Well, they're going to the country, they're gonna retire
They're taking a streetcar named Desire
Looking in the window at the pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they would never buy

Neither one gonna turn and run
They're making a voyage to the sun
"His Master's voice is calling me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee

Tweedle-dee Dee and Tweedle-dee Dum
All that and more and then some
They walk among the stately trees
They know the secrets of the breeze..."

From "Tweedle-Dee & Tweedle-Dum," from 2001's astonishing Love and Theft.  Download a live version here.

Posted by The Dylanologist in The Song and Dance Man at 08:52 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

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I love a Dylan post. I just put on 'Idiot Wind' mere seconds before clicking on to the site.

Love and Theft is an astounding album (or CD, but when talking of Dylan, album just seems more appropriate) that was shunned by alot of folks for some reason.
#1 scott (Link) on 2006-02-16 17:31 (Reply)
a weekly feature here, scott
glad ya like it - try the downloads
#2 bird dog on 2006-02-16 17:35 (Reply)

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