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Dylan is a very, VERY rare and unusual name. You just may possibly be the only person on Planet Earth with that name. I can't imagine where your parents may have gotten it from.
If you go back to the main page of this site and type "Dylan" in the search box and happen to find your name there, then -- WHOOPS! It just may be because our webmaster really meant to put "Dqkam" in there, but he mistyped it as "Dylan".
-- Nanaea
How do they always manage to find their way to this message board without first seeing the "Search" feature on the main page?
If you go back to the main page of this site and type "Dylan" in the search box and happen to find your name there, then -- WHOOPS! It just may be because our webmaster really meant to put "Dqkam" in there, but he mistyped it as "Dylan".
-- Nanaea
How do they always manage to find their way to this message board without first seeing the "Search" feature on the main page?
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"Dylan", of course, is a very rare first name, but the Catalan version, Dyldo, is quite common in some circles (government officials, for example)
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It's nice to see Daividh back in good form. :)
Bob Dylan Blues - (Syd Barrett)
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
But you know I just couldn’t care less
Goin’ to write me a song
Bout’ what’s right and what’s wrong
Bout’ god and my god and all that
Quiet while I mate like a cat
Chorus:
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don’t care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I’ll sing about war in the cold
Chorus
Well I sing about dreams
And I rhymes it with seams
Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesize all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I’m in town go see that
Chorus
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
But you know I just couldn’t care less
Goin’ to write me a song
Bout’ what’s right and what’s wrong
Bout’ god and my god and all that
Quiet while I mate like a cat
Chorus:
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don’t care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I’ll sing about war in the cold
Chorus
Well I sing about dreams
And I rhymes it with seams
Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesize all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I’m in town go see that
Chorus