I like the challenge of this daily prompt, but I’ve struggled with this one, As most will have gathered I’m a Bob Dylan fan, I’m not sure what genre one would call it. “Rubish can’t sing” I hear some people shout. For me though it’s the words, the fact that the poetry comes with music is a bonus. Dylan has re modlled himself several times. From folk to rock, then folk rock, and even blues. I was going to save this for a bit later in my blogging career, this probably my favourite line, from a song called Blind Willy Mctell, strangely never released on an album only as an outtake.

”Well God is in his heaven, and we all want what’s his, but power and greed and corruptible seed, seem to be all that there is” Bob Dylan.

Joke alert, How many folk singers does it take to change a light bulb. Answer. Four, one to change the bulb and three to sing about how good the old one was.

Ok here’s my pitiful attempt for today, I’m not very proud of it, but I’ve tried.

Bob Dylan. and protests

Hey, hey Mr Dylan I wrote you a song,

About things in your lyrics you have got wrong.

The answer was never blowing in the wind.

The ship you know it never came in.

The masters of war well, they’ll never die,

The rag never raised and no one did cry.

That slow train, it never arrived,

The defeat of Angelina we were deprived.

The hard rain, well it hasn’t fallen yet, 

It probably will though, you’re on a safe bet.

The times they did change, but not for the better,

As wrote from Desolation Row, in that early morning letter.

So we all keep working on Maggie‘s farm,

Listening to your music full of mystique and charm.

But something you said, a truer never spoken,

That immortal phase “Everything is Broken”

Meadowhead Bard