Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Noun Amor

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.

-Robert Zimmerman, Blonde On Blonde (1966)

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