Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Sanctimonious?

No, I'm apparently more like one more shit in the outhouse of politics.
Since I'm not a grown up, but President Obama is, I think it's time to listen to Blonde on Blonde again for the gazillionth time.
Nobody feels any pain tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows that baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
And she takes just like a woman
And she aches just like a woman
And she wakes just like a woman
Yeah but she breaks just like a little girl
Queen Mary, she's my friend yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
She takes just like a woman
And she wakes just like a woman
[From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/bob-dylan-lyrics/just-like-a-woman-lyrics.html ]
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
It's was raining from the first and I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here and your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse is this pain in here
I can't stay in here ain't it clear that
I just don't fit yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again, introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
You take just like a woman
And you ache just like a woman
And you make love just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl
Emphasis mine. Oh yeah, I'm also ready to give up the good for the perfect.

Here you go:




Or maybe it's more like this:

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