Why I Love Bob Dylan

Because his brain matter creates things like this:

Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-AmericanWar had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fightingI never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.


And his genetic matter creates things like this:














GOD. I know, right?

I bet that if anyone who knew me in 8th grade is reading this right now, they just can not believe that 8 years later they still have to put up with me talking about this man. To them I say: please see above. Even if you are a heterosexual male, you have to admit that he is so, so pretty. Also, while I was searching for pictures, I came across this

issue of "Details" which I totally bought at CVS and who's cover hung on the wall above my bed in my room in high-school. Uh, and ps what happened to all those musicians!?? Remember Maxwell?! Just looking at this is making me angry at Jewel. Whatever, this was very not the point of this post. The point was to show my appreciation for a scrawny Jewish boy from the midwest named Robert Zimmerman. And his killer genes.

Oh, yeah, the music's not bad either.