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"It's all music; no more, no less. I know in my own mind what i'm doing. If anyone has imagination, he'll know what i'm doing. If they can't understand my songs, they're missing something. If they can't understand green clocks, wet chairs, purple lamps, or hostile status, they're missing somthing too".

Sitta på altanen med en biografi utav Bob Dylan, skönt väder och speciellt denna ledighet gör mig lycklig. Imorgon är det åter jobb vilket inte alls är populärt när vårkänslan våldtagit mig. Skulle göra lite mer vettigt idag var det tänkt (klippning, inhandla ett par skor). Istället har jag bokat tid för gadd och läser böcker. Sjukt värt!

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STEEN Girl From The North Country



Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm. When the rivers freeze and summer ends. Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm. To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long, If it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, That’s the way I remember her best.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all. Many times I’ve often prayed. In the darkness of my night. In the brightness of my day.

So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.
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