Monday, March 30, 2009

The Thin Man's House . . .

If you remember perhaps the Bob Dylan song Ballad For A Thin Man, well, this is where the thin man lived. . . in a very thin house, with narrow stairs inside, a long thin bedroom, and no doubt the thinnest of bathtubs possible. . .



Vivian aka Deborah said...

Where in the world do you come up with this stuff? Good song and great shot here! I love your mind.

Owen said...

I can't help it... the stuff comes unbidden from the deep dark pools of the subconscious lava flows... they shouldn't have let me out of the asylum ... LOL ... see film "Le Roi de Coeur"... if you haven't already...
Oh yeah, I almost forgot... speaking of looking for dream houses, I almost forgot your earlier comment on another post related to :
"One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
But he was lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it.
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
I said feeling good was good enough for me, hmm mm,
It's good enough for me and my Bobby McGee."