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    Most overrated album ever

    Blonde on Blonde

    2 good songs. One of them "Just Like A Woman, the other something else. Doesn't really matter, they all sound the same.

    "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" is like being tortured in my ears.

    I need to get rid of some of my vinyl albums.





    #2
    The title "Blonde on Blonde" conjures up a much better mental image than the bleating hobo with his ice pick harmonica.

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    • Locquacious
      Locquacious commented
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      I like Visions of Johanna

    • Free Nut Hugs
      Free Nut Hugs commented
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      That's the other one I like

    #3
    I lost interest about that time.

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      #4
      Lol

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        #5
        Mine would be Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.

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          #6
          Anything by Led Zeppelin

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            #7
            Abbey Road

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              #8
              I think my favorite song by Dylan is Maggie’s Farm,

              I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
              No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
              Well, I wake in the morning
              Fold my hands and pray for rain
              I got a head full of ideas
              That are drivin' me insane
              It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
              I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
              I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
              No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
              Well, he hands you a nickel
              He hands you a dime
              He asks you with a grin
              If you're havin' a good time
              Then he fines you every time you slam the door
              I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
              I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
              No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
              Well, he puts his cigar
              Out in your face just for kicks
              His bedroom window
              It is made out of bricks
              The National Guard stands around his door
              Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
              I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
              No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
              Well, she talks to all the servants
              About man and God and law
              Everybody says
              She's the brains behind Pa
              She's sixty eight, but she says she's fifty four
              I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
              I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
              No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
              Well, I try my best
              To be just like I am
              But everybody wants you
              To be just like them
              They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
              I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

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                #9
                Originally posted by Steeb View Post
                Anything by Led Zeppelin

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                  #10
                  Originally posted by HumBuzzingStatic View Post
                  I think my favorite song by Dylan is Maggie’s Farm,

                  I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                  No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                  Well, I wake in the morning
                  Fold my hands and pray for rain
                  I got a head full of ideas
                  That are drivin' me insane
                  It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
                  I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
                  No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
                  Well, he hands you a nickel
                  He hands you a dime
                  He asks you with a grin
                  If you're havin' a good time
                  Then he fines you every time you slam the door
                  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
                  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
                  No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
                  Well, he puts his cigar
                  Out in your face just for kicks
                  His bedroom window
                  It is made out of bricks
                  The National Guard stands around his door
                  Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
                  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
                  No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
                  Well, she talks to all the servants
                  About man and God and law
                  Everybody says
                  She's the brains behind Pa
                  She's sixty eight, but she says she's fifty four
                  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
                  I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                  No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                  Well, I try my best
                  To be just like I am
                  But everybody wants you
                  To be just like them
                  They sing while you slave and I just get bored
                  I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

                  I ain't gonna sing in key no more
                  No, I ain't gonna sing in key no more
                  Well, I wake in the morning
                  Make my harmonica squeak
                  I got a head full of ideas
                  All of them are weak
                  It's a shame I'm such a wooly headed bore
                  I ain't gonna sing in key no more
                  No, I ain't gonna sing in key no more

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                    #11
                    Another Dylan song I like is his On the Road Again,

                    Well, I woke up in the morning
                    There's frogs inside my socks
                    Your mama, she's a-hidin'
                    Inside the icebox
                    Your daddy walks in wearin'
                    A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
                    Then you ask why I don't live here
                    Honey, do you have to ask?
                    Well, I go to pet your monkey
                    I get a face full of claws
                    I ask who's in the fireplace
                    And you tell me Santa Claus
                    The milkman comes in
                    He's wearing a derby hat
                    Then you ask why I don't live here
                    Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
                    Well, I asked for something to eat
                    I'm hungry as a hog
                    So I get brown rice, seaweed
                    And a dirty hot dog
                    I've got a hole
                    Where my stomach disappeared
                    Then you ask why I don't live here
                    Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
                    Your grandpa's cane
                    It turns into a sword
                    Your grandma prays to pictures
                    That are pasted on a board
                    Everything inside my pockets
                    Your uncle steals
                    Then you ask why I don't live here
                    Honey, I can't believe that you're for real
                    Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
                    They're enough to make me cry
                    The mailman comes in
                    Even he's gotta take a side
                    Even the butler
                    He's got something to prove
                    Then you ask why I don't live here
                    Honey, how come you don't move

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                      #12
                      Originally posted by Free Nut Hugs View Post


                      I ain't gonna sing in key no more
                      No, I ain't gonna sing in key no more
                      Well, I wake in the morning
                      Make my harmonica squeak
                      I got a head full of ideas
                      All of them are weak
                      It's a shame I'm such a wooly headed bore
                      I ain't gonna sing in key no more
                      No, I ain't gonna sing in key no more

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                        #13
                        Nirvana -Nevermind

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                          #14


                          Originally posted by HumBuzzingStatic View Post
                          I think my favorite song by Dylan is Maggie’s Farm,

                          I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                          No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                          Well, I wake in the morning
                          Fold my hands and pray for rain
                          I got a head full of ideas
                          That are drivin' me insane
                          It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
                          I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                          I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
                          No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
                          Well, he hands you a nickel
                          He hands you a dime
                          He asks you with a grin
                          If you're havin' a good time
                          Then he fines you every time you slam the door
                          I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
                          I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
                          No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
                          Well, he puts his cigar
                          Out in your face just for kicks
                          His bedroom window
                          It is made out of bricks
                          The National Guard stands around his door
                          Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
                          I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
                          No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
                          Well, she talks to all the servants
                          About man and God and law
                          Everybody says
                          She's the brains behind Pa
                          She's sixty eight, but she says she's fifty four
                          I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
                          I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                          No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
                          Well, I try my best
                          To be just like I am
                          But everybody wants you
                          To be just like them
                          They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
                          I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more




                          this is really about your sister, isn’t it?

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                          • AlamoJoe
                            AlamoJoe commented
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                            😂

                          #15
                          Originally posted by Hobbenator View Post







                          this is really about your sister, isn’t it?

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