Inspired by a combination of the Dylan discussion in the "If Only [x] Was Their Final Album" thread, having just listened to "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" in the car this morning, being crushed by the amount of work I have to do, and breaking up with my girlfriend, I decided to say "fuck it" and finally got a copy of "Blonde on Blonde" on vinyl. I can now tick that off my list of "all time unimpeachable favourites that I don't have on vinyl yet".
By the time I finish (if I finish) my essay tonight and slump at what will probably be 2 AM with this at top volume, I may well be a total wreck.
The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.