[Malthaussen]

Okay, so I lied. What follows is blasphemy, but I doubt Mr Zimmerman will mind:


Positively Rain Blowin’ on Fourth Avenue


Mumblin’ grumbling’ words that make no sense,
I can’t help it if you all are dense.
Are you stressed about current events?
Have a hit, then you won’t feel so tense.

I’m a poet, everybody knows.
Even if you think my lyric blows.
Maybe it will put you in a doze.
Every high is followed by its lows.

So what if my words aren’t finely-honed?
If I had a message, I’d have phoned.
I don’t care if you think my mind has roamed
Just as long as everyone gets stoned.

I just want the stupid words to rhyme
Just as long as it does not take much time.
These words are the message that is mine:
Have a toke, and then you’ll feel fine.

You might think this song’s some kind of joke.
Sounds like country-western, but it’s folk.
Well, I can barely think with all this smoke.
Guess I’ll have myself another toke.

Hope you liked this Bobby Dylan song.
If you did, you can always sing along.
I don’t care if you get the words all wrong.
Now, would someone please pass me the bong?


(Copyright 12/2004 by Eric M. Hammer. All rights reserved)

The things I come up with on cold, rainy evenings. [img]smile.gif[/img]

-- Mal