I'm sitting on a cold chair, no headphones, no mic, no mountains of vinyl, no exploding heads, no smoke between my fingers, no circles around my mouth
I don't I know anything about rock and roll, and I do n’t know anything about England. I’ve heard a few records before knowing Bob Dylan the year before. Maybe
you too. The deck, with the blue sky above you, you're cut off from the world, but thousands of people are waiting just to hear you hiccup, play a song, say "Fuck" Colorful chicks scramble to sit The small yacht is only to get on the deck and have a big fight with you, or else, even if you can only kiss the cheek, what? Are you a fat man full of fat? It's okay, your voice transmitted through the radio waves is very sexy! You may be driving a broken ship that never lifts anchor, but when you wear the captain's uniform, you will give a rude salute, and you will dance a high dance. You are not the legendary 1900 in the legend. Sadly reciting the poem that you can't get off the deck, you're just a fool who gets ridiculed when you don't have anything, or a good wife who thinks about breaking things all day, or a hapless bastard who gets dumped on her wedding night, or a newspaper With the same weatherman that nobody likes to hear - but! ——You have a halo of dreams on your body. Those who are on land can only go to work with a briefcase every day. Listening to you on the other side 24 hours a day, the dream is uninterrupted, drinking a strange smell in the cubicle. The taste of coffee, the mood follows those notes, and together with you, make a hearty daydream. In the 21st century, the world is already so bleak, don't expose some things, if I'm in a daze, don't wake me up, I'm living in the 1960s!
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