Look out kid

O cara é uma lenda da música pop, influenciando Deus e mundo nos últimos 40 anos. O ingresso de seu show em São Paulo é o mais caro da turnê (talvez a última da carreira). Se alguém aí encarar a facada depois me fala como foi. Enquanto isso fique aqui com sua música proto-Beck (fase Loser):

Johnny's in the basement/ Mixing up the medicine/ I'm on the pavement/ Thinking about the government/ The man in the trench coat/ Badge out, laid off/ Says he's got a bad cough/ Wants to get it paid off/ Look out kid/ It's somethin' you did/ God (Jah) knows when/ But you're doin' it again/ You better duck down the alley way/ Lookin' for a new friend/ The man in the coon-skin cap/ In the big pen/ Wants eleven dollar bills/ You only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot/ Face full of black soot/ Talkin' that the heat put/ Plants in the bed but/ The phone's tapped anyway/ Maggie says that many say/ They must bust in early May/ Orders from the D. A./ Look out kid/ Don't matter what you did/ Walk on your tip toes/ Don't try "No Doz"/ Better stay away from those/ That carry around a fire hose/ Keep a clean nose/ Watch the plain clothes/ You don't need a weather man/To know which way the wind blows.

Get sick, get well/ Hang around a ink well/ Ring bell, hard to tell/ If anything is goin' to sell/ Try hard, get barred/ Get back, write braille/ Get jailed, jump bail/ Join the army, if you fail/ Look out kid/ You're gonna get hit/ But users, cheaters/ Six-time losers/ Hang around the theaters/ Girl by the whirlpool/ Lookin' for a new fool/ Don't follow leaders/ Watch the parkin' meters.

Ah get born, keep warm/ Short pants, romance, learn to dance/ Get dressed, get blessed/ Try to be a success/ Please her, please him, buy gifts/ Don't steal, don't lift/ Twenty years of schoolin'/ And they put you on the day shift/ Look out kid/ They keep it all hid/ Better jump down a manhole/ Light yourself a candle/ Don't wear sandals/ Try to avoid the scandals/ Don't wanna be a bum/ You better chew gum/ The pump don't work/ 'Cause the vandals took the handles.
(Bob Dylan)