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Dead Posey ...I hadn't heard of them , On my way to look them up.
Thanks Cliff S
Song originally written by Syd as a teen during the height of Bob Dylan mania in Europe (pre-Pink Floyd).
During the recording of one of his solo albums (post-Pink Floyd), Syd was reminded of this track by producer David Gilmour & encouraged to record it. That tape stayed in Gilmours possession for 30+ years until released in 2001. In "Bob Dylan Blues", Syd not only composes a song poking fun at all of the Bob Dylan hype, but manages to do it in Bob Dylan's own talking blues style!
The music video is by director Jimmy Lee. It was made during his freshman year of college at Temple University in Philadelphia. This was his first attempt at editing a video on a computer.
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
But you know I just couldn’t care less
Gonna write me a song
’Bout what’s right and what’s wrong
’Bout God and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don’t care too much about that
’Cos my cut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I’ll sing about war in the cold
’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Well I sings about dreams
And I rhymes it with seems
’Cos it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I’m in town go see that
’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing