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To: Clappy who wrote (47163)	9/30/2005 9:48:12 AM
From: elpolvo	Respond to of 104155

QB- re: Gallup he was, how shall i say?, padding his resumé. Know any good books about him? no. i'm sure there are some. i know a good song about him: Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid -joan baez © 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

To: Clappy who wrote (47163)	10/1/2005 4:40:48 PM
From: elpolvo	Read Replies (5) \| Respond to of 104155

claptain- russell t: mywebpages.comcast.net mywebpages.comcast.net -gonesaylin'

To: Clappy who wrote (47163)	10/3/2005 11:50:12 PM
From: abuelita	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 104155

clappy- read bob dylan chronicles volume one. you'll like it. i'm on the last chapter. he gives mega credit to woody guthrie and rambling jack elliot. after listening to a jack elliott record dylan writes .... "elliott had indeed already gone beyond guthrie and i was still getting there. i had nothing near the compelling poise of the self that i heard on the record" "jack was the king of the folksingers". and as to joan baez ... "i couldn't stop looking at her, didn't want to blink. she was wicked looking - shiny black hair that hung down over the curve of slender hips, drooping lashes, partly raised, no raggedy ann doll. the sight of her made me high. all that and then there was her voice. a voice that drove out bad spirits. it was like she'd come down from another planet." "she seemed very mature, seductive, intense, magical. nothing she did didn't work. that she was the same age as me almost made me feel useless. however illogical it might have seemed, something told me that she was my counterpart - that she was the one that my voice could find perfect harmony with ....." -rose