TRIPLICATE

TRIPLICATE sloppy thirds picking Sinatra songs again that when looked at
through a certain perspective mirror parts of Dylan’s life. When I hear
these songs I can’t wait for them to be over. It is like enhanced
interrogation. I don’t have to hear all of them and can get the lyrics online.

Anyway the first two months he was in New York Dylan let people fuck him
up the ass and he would suck their cocks for money and God knows what
else he did. He started out as a degenerate and worked his way up on the
scale of human filth from there reaching a low as a Jewish holocaust
denier. But look on the bright side of things. The maggot almost got himself
killed on New Year’s Eve 1961 when one of his johns decided he wasn’t a
homosexual after all and tried to strangle him.

You go to my head
You linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round
In my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head

Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me

Still I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile
That makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head

You go to my head 5. Slang
a. A habitual drug user. Often used in combination: a dopehead.

You linger to persist or continue, esp in the mind like a haunting refrain
A repeated utterance or theme in this case shooting up

And I find you spinning
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

round

In my brain

Like the bubbles I reach for Nicky's lighter, flick it on, and move it evenly back and forth under the
cooker until the heroin begins to bubble.

in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew Something produced as if by brewing; a mix:
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker a stimulating or intoxicating quality in alcoholic drink or certain drugs.

In a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Still I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be

You go to my head with a smile
That makes my temperature rise

Well, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast
Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast
Well, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot
But wouldn't tell me if what I had would last

Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate
To impair the physical and mental faculties of (a person) by means of alcohol or a drug or other chemicals
ubstance:

my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
Dylan might take too much smack and his heart would stop beatin’ and his mind grow cold, then he’d
believe what AJ told.