Monday, August 15, 2011

Tangled Up in Blue / The Old Guitarist

Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century


The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.


But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue.

(Bob Dylan, from "Tangled Up in Blue")

"The Old Guitarist," by Pablo Picasso:

1 comment:

Taradharma said...

nice visual and conceptual pairing. I love that I must go listen to it again!