Ideally Bob Dylan lyric but anything goes

  • mommykink
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    7 months ago

    But always up the mountainside you’re clambering

    Groping blindly, hungry for anything;

    Picking through your pocket linings —

    Well, what is this?

    Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?

    It’s honestly so hard to pick any Joana Newsom line but I love the alliteration on the last line.