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Born At The Bottom Of A Wishing Well

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  1. PabloCruise

    PabloCruise

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    Any Bob Dylan fans on here?

    Trying to find the name of a song...
     
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    Google is your friend. :flipoff2:

    Motorpsycho Nightmare

    I pounded on a farmhouse
    Lookin' for a place to stay.
    I was mighty, mighty tired,
    I had gone a long, long way.
    I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
    Is there anybody home?"
    I was standin' on the steps
    Feelin' most alone.
    Well, out comes a farmer,
    He must have thought that I was nuts.
    He immediately looked at me
    And stuck a gun into my guts.

    I fell down
    To my bended knees,
    Saying, "I dig farmers,
    Don't shoot me, please!"
    He cocked his rifle
    And began to shout,
    "You're that travelin' salesman
    That I have heard about."
    I said, "No! No! No!
    I'm a doctor and it's true,
    I'm a clean-cut kid
    And I been to college, too."

    Then in comes his daughter
    Whose name was Rita.
    She looked like she stepped out of
    La Dolce Vita.
    I immediately tried to cool it
    With her dad,
    And told him what a
    Nice, pretty farm he had.
    He said, "What do doctors
    Know about farms, pray tell?"
    I said, "I was born
    At the bottom of a wishing well."

    Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
    I guess he knew I wouldn't lie.
    "I guess you're tired,"
    He said, kinda sly.
    I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
    Today I drove."
    He said, "I got a bed for you
    Underneath the stove.
    Just one condition
    And you go to sleep right now,
    That you don't touch my daughter
    And in the morning, milk the cow."

    I was sleepin' like a rat
    When I heard something jerkin'.
    There stood Rita
    Lookin' just like Tony Perkins.
    She said, "Would you like to take a shower?
    I'll show you up to the door."
    I said, "Oh, no! no!
    I've been through this before."
    I knew I had to split
    But I didn't know how,
    When she said,
    "Would you like to take that shower, now?"

    Well, I couldn't leave
    Unless the old man chased me out,
    'Cause I'd already promised
    That I'd milk his cows.
    I had to say something
    To strike him very weird,
    So I yelled out,
    "I like Fidel Castro and his beard."
    Rita looked offended
    But she got out of the way,
    As he came charging down the stairs
    Sayin', "What's that I heard you say?"

    I said, "I like Fidel Castro,
    I think you heard me right,"
    And ducked as he swung
    At me with all his might.
    Rita mumbled something
    'Bout her mother on the hill,
    As his fist hit the icebox,
    He said he's going to kill me
    If I don't get out the door
    In two seconds flat,
    "You unpatriotic,
    Rotten doctor Commie rat."

    Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
    At my head and I did run,
    I did a somersault
    As I seen him get his gun
    And crashed through the window
    At a hundred miles an hour,
    And landed fully blast
    In his garden flowers.
    Rita said, "Come back!"
    As he started to load
    The sun was comin' up
    And I was runnin' down the road.

    Well, I don't figure I'll be back
    There for a spell,
    Even though Rita moved away
    And got a job in a motel.
    He still waits for me,
    Constant, on the sly.
    He wants to turn me in
    To the F.B.I.
    Me, I romp and stomp,
    Thankful as I romp,
    Without freedom of speech,
    I might be in the swamp.
     
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    I'm trying to figure the Dylan tune about when he comes to America with Christopher Columbus...
     
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    I think it might be Bob Dylan's 115th Dream...

    I was riding on the Mayflower
    When I thought I spied some land
    I yelled for Captain Arab
    I have yuh understand
    Who came running to the deck
    Said, "Boys, forget the whale
    Look on over yonder
    Cut the engines
    Change the sail
    Haul on the bowline"
    We sang that melody
    Like all tough sailors do
    When they are far away at sea

    "I think I'll call it America"
    I said as we hit land
    I took a deep breath
    I fell down, I could not stand
    Captain Arab he started
    Writing up some deeds
    He said, "Let's set up a fort
    And start buying the place with beads"
    Just then this cop comes down the street
    Crazy as a loon
    He throw us all in jail
    For carryin' harpoons

    Ah me I busted out
    Don't even ask me how
    I went to get some help
    I walked by a Guernsey cow
    Who directed me down
    To the Bowery slums
    Where people carried signs around
    Saying, "Ban the bums"
    I jumped right into line
    Sayin', "I hope that I'm not late"
    When I realized I hadn't eaten
    For five days straight

    I went into a restaurant
    Lookin' for the cook
    I told them I was the editor
    Of a famous etiquette book
    The waitress he was handsome
    He wore a powder blue cape
    I ordered some suzette, I said
    "Could you please make that crepe"
    Just then the whole kitchen exploded
    From boilin' fat
    Food was flying everywhere
    And I left without my hat

    Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
    But I went into a bank
    To get some bail for Arab
    And all the boys back in the tank
    They asked me for some collateral
    And I pulled down my pants
    They threw me in the alley
    When up comes this girl from France
    Who invited me to her house
    I went, but she had a friend
    Who knocked me out
    And robbed my boots
    And I was on the street again

    Well, I rapped upon a house
    With the U.S. flag upon display
    I said, "Could you help me out
    I got some friends down the way"
    The man says, "Get out of here
    I'll tear you limb from limb"
    I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
    He said, "You're not Him
    Get out of here before I break your bones
    I ain't your pop"
    I decided to have him arrested
    And I went looking for a cop

    I ran right outside
    And I hopped inside a cab
    I went out the other door
    This Englishman said, "Fab"
    As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
    And a chariot that stood
    Parked across from a building
    Advertising brotherhood
    I ran right through the front door
    Like a hobo sailor does
    But it was just a funeral parlor
    And the man asked me who I was

    I repeated that my friends
    Were all in jail, with a sigh
    He gave me his card
    He said, "Call me if they die"
    I shook his hand and said goodbye
    Ran out to the street
    When a bowling ball came down the road
    And knocked me off my feet
    A pay phone was ringing
    It just about blew my mind
    When I picked it up and said hello
    This foot came through the line

    Well, by this time I was fed up
    At tryin' to make a stab
    At bringin' back any help
    For my friends and Captain Arab
    I decided to flip a coin
    Like either heads or tails
    Would let me know if I should go
    Back to ship or back to jail
    So I hocked my sailor suit
    And I got a coin to flip
    It came up tails
    It rhymed with sails
    So I made it back to the ship

    Well, I got back and took
    The parkin' ticket off the mast
    I was ripping it to shreds
    When this coastguard boat went past
    They asked me my name
    And I said, "Captain Kidd"
    They believed me but
    They wanted to know
    What exactly that I did
    I said for the Pope of Eruke
    I was employed
    They let me go right away
    They were very paranoid

    Well, the last I heard of Arab
    He was stuck on a whale
    That was married to the deputy
    Sheriff of the jail
    But the funniest thing was
    When I was leavin' the bay
    I saw three ships a-sailin'
    They were all heading my way
    I asked the captain what his name was
    And how come he didn't drive a truck
    He said his name was Columbus
    I just said, "Good luck."
     
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    No Dylan fans?

    I wanted to ask what that line about Tony Perkins was all about?
     
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    I'm trying to figure out who the hell told that guy he could sing...
     
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    Well that may be, but try and tell that guy can't write!!!
     
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    pure speculation... but Tony Perkins was the dude in psycho. His name is in a verse about a shower... the infamous scene.. and the song has psycho in the title...

    either that or the chick looked like a dude.
     
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    Ahh...

    This helps out a lot. He was freaked out about her shower proposal

    I don't think she looked like a dude (from earlier in the song):

    She looked like she stepped out of La Dolce Vita.

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    Meow!
     
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    Another Perkins/Psycho thought:

    Even though Rita moved away
    And got a job in a motel.
     
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