To have on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal How does it feel, ah how does it feel? I still love this song | Nice people usually talk shit about you when you're not around |
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But the lyrics of Dylan and the rapper have at least a 400-year history in the English language: John Skelton, a poet who wrote about a generation before Shakespeare, composed nearly all of his poems in the line I've just described |
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The session ended just as the the band was beginning to wrap their heads around the tune | |
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Acctually I did not review how the idea of Like A Rolling Stone came from until recently | But it's not about Andy Warhol |