Come gather round people whoever you are
And hear this last song I play on my guitar
I've made one too many trips to the bar
And my voice is rapidly fading...
This whiskey and music's gone straight to my head...
And these strings,
They need a changing.
A contest entry
- Bob Dylan Quote Inspiration by Naridill.
650 points, ended July 9, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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I loved this - simple and smooth - the creation of phrasing and imagery gave such emotion through out even though it appeared to not appear.
Although I do not know which quote you used - please let me know before judging so you can be included.
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