This one seriously sticks in my craw. My personal favorite of all time, my hero of music, my personal champion of the ages with fist clenched in revolution and gesture, the man who Hunter S Thompson called a comrade in arms, the voice of generations of change and poetry, the man who shook up the establishment where ever his harmonica and guitar with unmistakable lyric an rhetoric would play during those early years of the civil rights movements and subsequent social reform in America.
Is to be the voice of Satnav
Bob don't make me go all Mark David Chapman on your ass.
Should all our heroes die young?, is this what happens when the creative juice runs thin and they forget who the man in the mirror is. Are the days when personal truth and moral stand point against the machine slip to the wayside and we just bend over and take the fat hungry cock of money. Black semen all up in ya.
The last 15mins of fame Bob, have some decorum god damn you your life has value.
Safe to say i will not be getting a Bob Dylan satnav
Because i cant drive
And it isnt funny
Let the Dream die..
AGENT B
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