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for Ali, Ali, Ali, a daughter by any other name                                                         (April 2014) Dear Nat, your letter caught me up, at the Village Vanguard bar, so addressed and there saved, knowing, believing it's a sign, time to meet fleshed again, my sometimes sub-let neighborhood friend doing a gig there this weekend finishing up the tour where it all began, nothing gonna change my mind, in the city that's where I'm staying. the road is calling out my name, but I ain't walking out the door anytime soon, they want too much body and soul, but don't worry once or even twice, got some cash, it's all right early afternoon, bar empty, got a few rainy minutes, got me paper n' pen and a beer, from the bar man who also gets me whatever else I need (haha) sorry I missed you in Cleveland, you, back in New York when I'm finally out your way, ain't just like fate, to make us ache so all alone read your lyrics, made making some suggestions, like a baby's new clothes, lots of bows, a few lines fell down onto the floor can't be found like broken pearls on a dance floor J. sends regards, told her what you wrote about A Long Black Veil, she laughed, promises she will wear one when next we all three meet touring was good and hard, traveling time is writing time, but sitting here thinking how many years have passed and gone since we first met, so many roads different taken by many a first friend, each one I've never seen against, let's not that happen to us rail riding done for awhile, see ya back on Bleecker Street, if we're still "cool" we'll have that fire burning! Ok, we'll swap some  lines, fine, but I want, claiming dibs on that ole easy chair P.S. got the rent money covered till your return in the summer Bobby April 1968 ~~~~~~~~~ Between 1968 and 1973, split my time tween Cleveland and NYC, before returning to ny full time in the summer of '71. I lived at 352 Bleecker, above the long gone but now moved to Brooklyn, Pink Teacup restaurant. The eyetalian bakery on the corner of Bleecker and Seventh Ave., long time gone...almost fifty freaking years ago...anyway...I think the stain glass window is still there, gonna have to check it out...shoot forgot about Google Earth!
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
Letter from Bob Dylan and the 352 Blues
for Ali, Ali, Ali, a daughter by any other name                                                         (April 2014) Dear Nat, your letter caught me up, at the Village Vanguard bar, so addressed and there saved, knowing, believing it's a sign, time to meet fleshed again, my sometimes sub-let neighborhood friend doing a gig there this weekend finishing up the tour where it all began, nothing gonna change my mind, in the city that's where I'm staying. the road is calling out my name, but I ain't walking out the door anytime soon, they want too much body and soul, but don't worry once or even twice, got some cash, it's all right early afternoon, bar empty, got a few rainy minutes, got me paper n' pen and a beer, from the bar man who also gets me whatever else I need (haha) sorry I missed you in Cleveland, you, back in New York when I'm finally out your way, ain't just like fate, to make us ache so all alone read your lyrics, made making some suggestions, like a baby's new clothes, lots of bows, a few lines fell down onto the floor can't be found like broken pearls on a dance floor J. sends regards, told her what you wrote about A Long Black Veil, she laughed, promises she will wear one when next we all three meet touring was good and hard, traveling time is writing time, but sitting here thinking how many years have passed and gone since we first met, so many roads different taken by many a first friend, each one I've never seen against, let's not that happen to us rail riding done for awhile, see ya back on Bleecker Street, if we're still "cool" we'll have that fire burning! Ok, we'll swap some  lines, fine, but I want, claiming dibs on that ole easy chair P.S. got the rent money covered till your return in the summer Bobby April 1968 ~~~~~~~~~ Between 1968 and 1973, split my time tween Cleveland and NYC, before returning to ny full time in the summer of '71. I lived at 352 Bleecker, above the long gone but now moved to Brooklyn, Pink Teacup restaurant. The eyetalian bakery on the corner of Bleecker and Seventh Ave., long time gone...almost fifty freaking years ago...anyway...I think the stain glass window is still there, gonna have to check it out...shoot forgot about Google Earth!
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The 352 Blues this city treats the poor with swift unkindness, but if you peel your eyes, you don't necessarily have to always sing the ole 352 Bleecker Blues the eyetalian storekeeper, gives us morning java, when we sing for him on the guitar, The Star-Spangled Banner, refills, if we add America the Beautiful they say that heat rises, but that don't seem true in our third floor walk up on rue 352 Bleecker Street, the cold companion enters thru the busted stain glass window no matter, no cares, we light the fireplace, with wood and anything that'll burn, we scavenged from the street, pallets and newspapers, rent bills overdue, yesterday's 352 truths at two AM, the cops, in their cars cooping, fast asleep, only just us, the johns, the ****** and troubadours, walking the streets looking for free stuff to burn pass the hat for tips next to the arch, enough for daily bread but we get our ***** and **** for free, just for singing the 352 blues even when down and out on the village streets, bleak on Bleecker street, you gotta sing the 352 blues, especially when you're riding high and living cool, down on easy Bleecker Street in 1968 ~~~~~~~ Before you ask me if this true, save your breath, the answer is Which part?
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
the ole 352 Bleecker Blues
The 352 Blues this city treats the poor with swift unkindness, but if you peel your eyes, you don't necessarily have to always sing the ole 352 Bleecker Blues the eyetalian storekeeper, gives us morning java, when we sing for him on the guitar, The Star-Spangled Banner, refills, if we add America the Beautiful they say that heat rises, but that don't seem true in our third floor walk up on rue 352 Bleecker Street, the cold companion enters thru the busted stain glass window no matter, no cares, we light the fireplace, with wood and anything that'll burn, we scavenged from the street, pallets and newspapers, rent bills overdue, yesterday's 352 truths at two AM, the cops, in their cars cooping, fast asleep, only just us, the johns, the ****** and troubadours, walking the streets looking for free stuff to burn pass the hat for tips next to the arch, enough for daily bread but we get our ***** and **** for free, just for singing the 352 blues even when down and out on the village streets, bleak on Bleecker street, you gotta sing the 352 blues, especially when you're riding high and living cool, down on easy Bleecker Street in 1968 ~~~~~~~ Before you ask me if this true, save your breath, the answer is Which part?
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