Bob Dylan wrote this, one of my all time favourite songs, but I've never like his version.
The Band his band did a version with a slight change to the lyric
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
ancient footprints are everywhere.
You could almost think that your seeing double,
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece.
She promised she'd be there with me,
When I paint my masterpiece.
Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum.
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time,
oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see'em
Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive.
Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory,
When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese,
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.
Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola,
Oh to be back in the land of, Coca-cola.
Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels,
On a plane ride so BUMPY that I almost cried,
Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside,
Newspaper men eating candy,
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, its gonna be different,
When I paint my masterpiece
I guess we all want to paint our masterpiece in one way or another.
My new Mercedes is here tomorrow or thursday in the am, I can't wait, I so fucking tired of being without a car and getting back on a motorcycle is out of the question for a few more months.
The new premises opens it's doors on 3July, it's taken a little longer than expected, but we're getting there, and I can't wait to get back to work.
well that's all for now.
The Band his band did a version with a slight change to the lyric
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
ancient footprints are everywhere.
You could almost think that your seeing double,
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece.
She promised she'd be there with me,
When I paint my masterpiece.
Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum.
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time,
oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see'em
Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive.
Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory,
When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese,
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.
Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola,
Oh to be back in the land of, Coca-cola.
Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels,
On a plane ride so BUMPY that I almost cried,
Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside,
Newspaper men eating candy,
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, its gonna be different,
When I paint my masterpiece
I guess we all want to paint our masterpiece in one way or another.
My new Mercedes is here tomorrow or thursday in the am, I can't wait, I so fucking tired of being without a car and getting back on a motorcycle is out of the question for a few more months.
The new premises opens it's doors on 3July, it's taken a little longer than expected, but we're getting there, and I can't wait to get back to work.
well that's all for now.
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ouioui:
It is interesting because he said the exact same thing.
ouioui:
I realize that we need professional help individually and together forsure...I don't know I just thought it would be interesting what people are thinking these days. To me violated my trust but I think it is more because it is someone he works withand has eveyday contact with. It became a relationshiop too were they were friends and to me that is an affair..He wants to get back I just need to see some changes first.