Don't pity Phil. He was a prophet who scripted his own martyrdom. Gold lame and chardonnay, but his soul is etched in between all the cracks upon the wall. He cannot die.
Ah, but Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. Where are you? Who are you? And who might you have been?
Don't pity Phil. He was a prophet who scripted his martyrdom. Gold lame and chardonnay, but his soul is etched in between all the cracks upon the wall. He cannot die.
Ah, but Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. Where are you? Who are you? And who might you have been?
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I like Peter Cooper, but Todd Snider brings this song to life.
MuddyG 1 year ago
I like Peter Cooper, but Todd Snider's version brings this song to life.
MuddyG 1 year ago
i wonder if Dylan regrets throwing Phil out
cechansler 2 years ago
Phil was such a great guy it makes me sad to think of him in the era of Bush
hoctor 4 years ago
"Judas went electric and he never looked back". Ain't that the truth.
Great song. Sad story. I wonder if Dylan sometimes hears footsteps, only to look back and find no one there.
Diceydee 5 years ago 6
Don't pity Phil. He was a prophet who scripted his own martyrdom. Gold lame and chardonnay, but his soul is etched in between all the cracks upon the wall. He cannot die.
Ah, but Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. Where are you? Who are you? And who might you have been?
juliejazz 5 years ago
Don't pity Phil. He was a prophet who scripted his martyrdom. Gold lame and chardonnay, but his soul is etched in between all the cracks upon the wall. He cannot die.
Ah, but Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. Where are you? Who are you? And who might you have been?
juliejazz 5 years ago