Bob Dylan is pretty great. I'm becoming smitten. If you haven't yet, 'should listen to some of his tunes. I'm lookin' for a way to link to songs in the blog, and still working on that photo site (or rather, I'm going to start working again...I just bought a new adapter today for my mac. It's European.)
Today I at breakfast at the Center for los mayores (the old people) of Triana. I've found my new hangout! (And yes, I asked if non-old-people are welcome, and they so totally are.) Beer: 45 cents, Wine, more or less the same. Breakfast: Café con leche y tostada entera con aceite, 1.35 euro. Score.
Part of "Subterranean Homesick Blues," by Bob Dylan
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
...
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
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