Funny phrase these days, because well it’s a funny phrase and Bob Dylan was not being serious anyway. He was being ironic I suppose. And the songs over in about two and a half minutes. Which I suppose makes it a sketch, but by god does it paint.
Somewhere, deep within this is me, making some walk on appearance like Hitchcock; and that’s the way I want it to be. Off camera some awful things are happening, and when I’m ready I will talk about them. But in the meantime, I will remember the time I gave her first meal, of bottled milk.
She may not belong to me, but she will always be part of me.
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