Bob, your song is one
Of America, Americanness and Americanism,
American time-spirit,
Thought-process,
Some were definitely before you
And some still to go.
Your song is one of America
And Americanness and Americanism,
Bob, Bob Dylan,
With the go of the world
Keep you going,
With the time-spirit you!
A singer of America, Americanness
And Americanism,
A singer of heart
Folksy and trendy,
Yours is a pastoral convention,
A poetry of beat music,
Rhythm and rhyme.
Your vibes the vibes of America,
The country,
The town and the city,
The voice of soul,
The heartbeat of America
And Americanness,
You writing the song somewhere.
Catching the rhythm of life,
The pulse of the hand,
The beat of the heart,
The throb
We mean the heartbeat,
The heartthrob,
The beat and pulse of time.
Reading to sing,
Sing the songs,
Setting to music,
Giving lips to,
Mumbling and fumbling
And plucking the wires of the guitar,
You, Bob Dylan.
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