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What’s the matter with me I don’t have much to say... People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah Makes you stop and all wonder why Why on… - Bob Dylan
" "What’s the matter with me
I don’t have much to say...
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah
Makes you stop and all wonder why
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn’t help but cry
Oh, this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
And as long as it does I’ll just sit here
And watch the river flow
People disagreeing everywhere you look
Makes you wanna stop and read a book
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
That was really shook
But this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
And as long as it does I’ll just sit here
And watch the river flow.
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About Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941) is an American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota. In 2016 Dylan received the Nobel Prize in Literature, "for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition".
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Birth Name:
Robert Allen Zimmerman
Native Name:
Robert Dylan
Alternative Names:
Bob Landy
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Robert Milkwood Thomas
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Tedham Porterhouse
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Robert Zimmerman
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Blind Boy Grunt
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Jack Frost
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Elston Gunn
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Lucky Wilbury
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Boo Wilbury
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Sergei Petrov
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Dylan
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Robert Dylan né Robert Allen Zimmerman
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Robert Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman)
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Shabtai Zisl ben Avraham
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Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there
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