Bob Dylan (2)

 

Pube haired nasal singer Bob Dylan is having a rebirth of popularity of late due to a film.about him.

Now Bob is considered a genius.

By ripping off Woody Guthrie folk tunes he got famous in that America.

He decided to go electric and played Manchester where famously someone shouted

“. Judas!!”

I’ve never particularly cared for him.
Sly, nasal, full of himself.

But admit I Do like some of his tunes.
Masters of war
Story of the hurricane
Knocking on heavens door
Ballad of a thin man.

But bet he never gets a round in,
Never tips a waiter
And uses 5% off coupons in the supermarket.

I just don’t like the cunt.

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Nominated by Miserable Northeren Cunt.

64 thoughts on “Bob Dylan (2)

  1. I forgot to add, know those funny little hats lefties sometimes wear?
    Jeremy corbyn wore one.

    We’ll you have Bob Dylan to thank for that.

    That’s the sort of evil he spreads.

      • He copied Dylan after the Beatles met him.
        Before that Lennon was happy as a mop top singing twist and shout.

        He probably stole Bob’s?
        He was a scouser after all.

      • I have nothing to add on this Bob Dylan fellow, so I’m just gonna take the tenuous link with the Beatles to share Viz’s tabloid style headline about a foiled-assasination by sniper rifle of a Beatles member, which I posted before but have modified it since to include a crooked Italian policeman being the mastermind of the murderous endeavour…

        Top pop mop-top wop cop pot-shot plot flops.

        (Lets see if ‘wop’ makes it past WordPress.. chome ‘corrected’ it to ‘wip’ – which isn’t even a fucking word – 3 fucking times. 😀)

      • The other Beatles – McCartney and Harrsion – used to rib Lennon. Calling his ‘working cap’ a ‘Twat Hat’.

  2. I don’t know what is worse – his nasally voice or his wheezy mouth organ playing. I’d rather listen to George Melly.

      • On the regional TV news down here the other day Termy, was a piece about a choir someone had set up for people who had been told as children that they couldn’t sing. After interviewing a couple of these amateur choristers they ran a short clip of them singing. They had been told the truth as children. The cacophony would have turned the milk had it not been safely shut away in the fridge.

      • I travel a lot Arfur and, when recently in foreign climes, I saw a choir of people with dementia, that also couldn’t sing.

        An utterly unintentionally hilarious shit-show, with a couple if spazzers too. At the end the presenters and audience were crying. I was too. With laughter.

  3. Sure I heard a story about him mooching around before a gig and the security team stopped him and hassled him thinking he was a vagrant. He told them he was Bob Dylan and they said “yeah, sure you are buddy!”
    Then everyone wondered where Bob Dylan was so that the show could start. They finally realised he was actually Bob Dylan and let him through so he could go on stage.

    I bet he’s a dirty old bastard probably doesn’t clean his teeth or bathe. Probly smells like a drain on a hot summer day.

    • True story in similar vein Harold, I think I’ve posted this before. Many years ago when my wife was a student she had a job as a waitress in a high end restaurant. She served a man who at the end of his meal offered her a personal cheque which she refused. He protested that she should know the cheque was sound because he was Roy Hattersley, deputy Prime Minister. She said;

      “Yes and I’m Princess Margaret.”

      He was in fact Roy Hattersley.

      • Given Labour’s reputation for financial mismanagement, she still did the right thing refusing the cheque.

        Lego hair Reeves apparently runs a big personal overdraft.

  4. Sly,nasel and full of himself sounds like Rodney the PM.

    Saw Bob at a festival about 10,12 years ago. OK I might of had a few drinks but I couldn’t understand a word he was singing..

    He is looking alot like Eric idle in the pic.
    Nudge,Nudge.

    • Barry, I also had that dubious pleasure and the old cunt was just going through the motions, making up the lyrics as he saw fit or cutting out half the songs.

      He thinks doing this is acceptable because he is an ‘artist’.

    • There’s a elderly lady lives near me.

      Riddled with arthritis and has mobility problems.
      It often takes her 30mins to step out the front door and pick up the milk bottles.

      I’ll often stand and watch her sometimes offering a word of encouragement.

      Anyway she said that bluetits had taken the foil off the milk and drank some.

      “What?”. I politely enquired.

      She repeated it like the elderly are prone to do.

      Wrong! I told her.
      Know what that’ll be?
      Bob Dylan.

      She expressed doubt that a US based famous folk rock singer would travel to the North West of England to steal milk.
      Which goes to show how some people are thick.

      And as I walked away and casually threw my bag of dogs hit in her garden,
      I thought of Bob Dylan sat in his mansion fat with milk,
      And I hated him all the more.

      • That reads like a Bob Dylan B side,MNC.just missing a diplomat and a siamese cat.

    • While I despise Dylan and would like to start a bushfire in his hair,
      For cuntitude he can’t match Springsteen for sheer evil.

      Even Cancer spits before saying Springsteen.

      • Agree – sheer evil doesn’t even begin to describe the absolute abomination that is Bruce Springsteen!

    • Wasn’t he born in the USA…trailer park trash, never understood his appeal personally but hey someone likes rap,grime,cliff Richard 💩 so if he claims he’s the boss then carry on claiming 😆

  5. Good Morning

    Happy Easter everyone, enjoy it while we can. I suspect it will soon be replaced by Eid or some other Islamic shit.

    I use vouchers in supermarkets and I love Bob Dylan. I had to learn the words to Blowing In The Wind at school about 50 years ago. Mrs. W and I went to see the biopic A Complete Unknown, a couple of months ago and thought it was great.

    Am I now banned from this site? 😃

  6. “Well you burst on the scene
    Already a legend
    The unwashed phenomenon
    The original vagabond”

    So sang Joan Baez.

    This curly-fro tramp somehow managed to fuck her and then had the lack of good sense to fuck her over and fuck her off.

    And, as she noted, he stank.

  7. If I’m ever in the mood to wind up some dark-keys I like to tell them that Subterranean Homesick Blues was the first rap song.

  8. Excellent cunting.

    I like Bob’s tune ‘Its Not Dark Yet But Its Getting There.’ Very depressing, right up your street I imagine MNC.

    He also had a song ‘Meet me in the Morning.’ No thanks, Bob, it would be too much of a downer, man.

    Good morning, everyone.

    • ”IF you see her say hello” from that album (Blood on the Tracks) is incredible.Not an albums geek per se myself,i just like the songs i can harvest for a pc burn disc collection but ‘Street Legal’ has some fine tunage within i find.I liked this phase of Bob more than any i guess.

  9. If I found this scruffy fellow asleep in my greenhouse I’d give him a damned good thrashing and send him on his way.

    Blood on the tracks indeed.

    Good morning.

    • It should also be noted that Mr Northern Cunt has yet again unmasked another notorious villain who up to this point,had very much been “flying under the radar”.

      I for one am glad we have this Beacon of Morality amongst us.

      Thank you.

      • Re; “flying under the radar” Unk.

        I once knew a commercial pilot who for relaxation sometimes flew a light aircraft out of White Waltham, west of Maidenhead. The airfield is the western edge of Heathrow’s controlled air space. If she wanted to fly to the east of White Waltham she didn’t bother with Heathrow ATC, she switched off the transponder and dropped down to 50′. I also heard her say; “Nah, flying’s easy. Pull to go up, pull harder to go down.” I haven’t seen her for years, she’s probably dead now.

  10. Never seen why he is/was so popular.
    Another leftie hypocrite rolling in dosh whilst trying to be another Woody Guthrie, bit like that other über cunt Billy Bragg.

  11. My first hearing of Dylan was in a Manchester record shop, with his acoustic guitar and mouthorgan. Thought it something of a change and got to like him. Didn’t like him so much once going electric. It was amusing at the time on a personal note, that my family home was a late comer to electricity after being converted from gas.

    • I’m not quite old enough to have lived with gas lighting Sammy. My father wired up his home i.e. his parent’s house in 1948. A man from the electricity board came round, checked it was satisfactory and put the power on immediately. Nowadays it’s illegal to do anything on your own electrics beyond changing a light bulb. I’m pleased to read that such regulation is ignored by millions.

      • Quite, arfurbrain. It was my brother-in-law who converted us, but we were rather confused why he didn’t put the first switch just inside the front door. He had us walking across the the living-room to put the light on, crushing blackjacks in our wake. Otherwise they would’ve scurried into the skirting board, if he’d wired it correctly.

  12. Good Lord!
    I’ve never seen so many philistines in one place! (to paraphrase Jon Snow)
    Anyway, say what you like about Bob
    But he were a lyrical genius!
    For example, who could forget this gem:

    “Oh, man has invented his doom
    First step was touching the moon”
    (from the song Licence To Kill)

    Brilliant!
    And very deep, I’m sure you’d agree.
    And now, how about this little masterpiece:

    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle ’til the moon is blue
    Wiggle ’til the moon sees you.

    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a swarm of bees
    Wiggle on your hands and knees.

    Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear
    Wiggle ’til you wiggle right out of here
    Wiggle ’til it opens, wiggle ’til it shuts
    Wiggle ’til it bites, wiggle ’til it cuts.

    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead
    Wiggle, you can raise the dead.

    Wiggle ’til you’re high, wiggle ’til you’re higher
    Wiggle ’til you vomit fire
    Wiggle ’til it whispers, wiggle ’til it hums
    Wiggle ’til it answers, wiggle ’til it comes.

    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like satin and silk
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a pail of milk
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, rattle and shake
    Wiggle, like a big fat snake

    (That song was called Wiggle Wiggle)
    I rest my case.

    • Well I, see you got your
      Brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
      Yes I, see you got your
      Brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
      Well, you must tell me, baby how your
      Head feels under somethin’ like that
      Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

  13. Typical hippy cunt, up his own arse with a sense of self importance.
    His mask really slipped when he did that Christmas song, he looked like Frank Gallagher bouncing about enjoying himself, in some piss stained trousers.

  14. Enjoy watching and hearing the Blue Nile at the Free Trade Hall in a 90s comeback. No screaming tarts, due to all of us being 50ish boys & girls.

  15. No duds so far on the newly personalised avatars.

    I always reckoned a perfect gif avatar would be Tony Montana faceplanting into the pile of talc on his desk 😶‍🌫️

  16. Really hate Dylan (or, as we used to call him at school, Bob Dildo…) however, the cover versions of some of his songs are good.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biKGbm1g1nY

    Unfortunately the cunt can’t accept the fact that he’s a better writer than performer, and bolstered by the chorus of hosannas from his tone-deaf fawning fucking fandom, he still insists on trying…and being trying.

    • I’ve still got a couple of his records, ‘Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window’ is the best, I played it recently. B side’s good too. The other one is ‘I want You’. i remember all the folkies going mad when he went electric.

      • Positively 4th Street was a great single.

        As was the accompanying 2LP Blonde On Blonde.

  17. Saw him in Slane Castle 1984 along with 40,000 others.
    Santana was the support act and blew everyone away.
    Dylan looked emptied by comparison, probably shouldn’t have booked em.
    And I also couldn’t understand a word he was singing.
    Santana the highlight
    Dylan the dimming

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