robot?
I´d say he´s a machine!

Bob Dylan-Positively 4th street

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you gota helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side thats winning

You say I let you down
You know its not like that
If youre so hurt
Why then dont you show it

You say you lost your faith
But thats not where its at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
Youre in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think Id make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he dont know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, how are you? good luck
But you dont mean it

When you know as well as me
Youd rather see me paralyzed
Why dont you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps Id rob them

And now I know youre dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Dont you understand
Its not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
Youd know what a drag it is
To see you

you fools missed the CYBORG option. this poll sucks.:p

I think that polls need way more that 2 options, btw.

Sure, Atari is harsh, but who isn't.

I am all about keeping the peace, but most people find discord entertaining, ie Jerry Springer.

Faces & Names is from the magnificent Songs for 'Drella (1991), of course.

I wonder, do you go about the house in porky pig mode? Wearing a shirt, but no bottoms?

I get your point with the Dylan lyrics. Here's some about Warhol, Edie Sedgwick & himself.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, beware doll, you're bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Youve gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said youd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
Hes not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasnt where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
Theyre drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But youd better lift your diamond ring, youd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you cant refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Youre invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

A Napoleon in rags.I read inbetween the lines atari.Just like you do.
xx

of course Andy is the diplomat with siamese cat taking all he could steal... "napoleon in rags" could be Ondine (go to him for drugs)or Andy maybe but I think it's most likely Dylan himself..."the mystery tramp" has gotta be self-referential. The whole song is addressing a composite character mostly based on Edie though.

True.But i do ask you to refer to this fine book for the'Napoleon in rags' line.

what does said book proffer concerning the lyric?

I guess we should both heed these lines haha:
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you


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Crowd: Judas!
Bob: I don't believe you.

I think i have read pretty much everything that you need to know about Andy Wahrol and i count Billy Name as an occasional email pal.The above biography is possibly the best of the entire lot.

That the 'Napoleon in rags' is Andy Wharol.

Victor Bockris can't be wrong.He writes only about 3 people apparently.

Atari 2600 is not a robot, He's Yoda in disguise.

Willy!!! my man. love Old Bull Lee.
big up Porkmarras.
big up William Borroughs

i like it when the conversation turns to art-world hagiographies. please continue.

And indeed:
http://www.cassero.it/img.php?1215

That requires a separate thread for this saint genius of the written word.

Much should be made of the incredible friendship between Mary Woronov and Ondine(who,by the way,made his theatrical debut by coming out of a shell.Class!).The foul-mouthed two were good good for each other to the extent that they could be bad bad.In a good sense though,if you get what i mean.