Overheard (coming out of mine and other nearby mouths) at a tavern in Brooklyn:
Installment 12,009 in the long running Lyrics vs Music argument.
Is Dylan a poet?
Well, let's see.
"I want you
I want you
I want you,
So bad."
That would be a big NO!
(much laughter).
Oh fuck you, you always were a music guy anyway. How about this?
"They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones."
(much silence)
