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You can call me zimmy

i listened to his music before i went to sleep last night. i put it on shuffle, and it started off with positively 4th street, my personal favorite. i let his words wash over me and it sparked something deep inside. his words spoke with mine, i could feel myself relating to his emotions. his words are so eloquent. and he has such diversity. each of his song is played in an accoustic style, usualy just a guitar, maybe some other instruments, and they usualy sound similar to eachother. but the songs themselves are so different because in each song, he is telling a different story, with a different mood. positively 4th street and like a rolling stone have such cutting lyrics, such raw emotion of hatered and annoyance. there are the revolutionary songs, times they are a changin' hurricane, blowin in the wind, then tambourine man is so psychedelic but you wouldnt have grasped it by the instruments. his words therefore have such power to put the listener in a mood with out the help of trippy sitar, guitar riffs or back up orchestra. he has the mark of a true poet, being able to create sentiments so strong, and unaided by extra fluff. he's raw, he's deep, he's, in my oppinion, the greatest folk singer of the 60's. save Joni Mitchel of course.

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