“Bob is certainly getting it all off his chest in this number”
Bob is certainly getting it all off his chest in this number
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
From the new york sessions for Blood On The Tracks.
I love high-energy Dylan. Like this.
This song hits like a freight train, scathing and savage. Blood on the tracks indeed.
You know when Bob's had enough - "...blowing every time you move your teeth..." Bit dismissive, perhaps.