Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me.
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue.
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.How does it feel? To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
Diego y Frida
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Robert Crumb
This band saved my life... or atlest my taste in music. This page is dedicated to a band from El Paso, Texas called At The Drive-in. If you dont know who At the drive-in is, you're listening to too much hip-hop and heavy metal.
This is for Cedric Bixler, Jim Ward, Omar Rodriguez, Paul Hinojos and Tony Hajjar.