Soluzione quizzino terzo urlo della sera : gli amori di Bob!!!!

Devo dire con infinito orgoglio, che uno degli ultimi "followers " di questo blog, BLACKSWAN, (e meriterebbe di essere inserito nei blog amici, capito redazione?), ha indovinato con una velocità sorprendente l'ultimo quizzino proposto. Il quiz consisteva , nell'indicare tra le innumerevoli conquiste di Bob , un 'attrice famosissima che impazzì per lui dopo averlo sentito ad un concerto.Liz Taylor prese proprio una gran cotta, potremmo chiamarlo un colpo di fulmine per Dylan , e gli si dichiarò apertamente dopo un concerto. Era il 1986, che tempi ragazzi , e dopo la performance fatta a Washington in favore di Martin Luther King, l'attrice  si avviò diretta nel camerino di "The Poet" e gli si offrì senza tanto pudore. Non abbiamo traccia delle parole esatte nè quanto sia durata la storia(molto poco io credo) ma un breve contatto ci fu. D'altronde come si poteva dire di no a quei meravigliosi occhi viola? E per te , carissimo Blackswan il ritratto dei due piccioncini  mentre stanno consumando i loro primi approcci. Complimenti ed alla prossima!!! Ecco la canzone che le dedicò..."I Shall Be Free"

Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her wig, said, "How do I look" ?
I's high flyin', bare naked ...Out the window.
Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
(She's a tryin' a hide pretendin'
She don't know me).
I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can a black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
(Cost a quarter
Half price).
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow" ?
I said, "My friend, John, "Brigitte Bardot,
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren"
Country'll grow.
Well, I got a woman five feet short
She yells and hollers and squeals and snorts
She tickles my nose pats me on the head
Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
(She's a man eater
Meat grinder
Bad loser).
Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla time
I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck
Write me letters and sends me checks
(She's a humdinger
Folk singer).
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up the hill
Right in the middle of an air drill
(I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun).
Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note
He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people
(He's eatin' bagels
He's eatin' pizza
He's eatin' chitlins).
Oh, set me down on a television floor
I'll flip the channel to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
(Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do you do about Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji).
Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
She takes about fifteen baths a day
Wants me to grow a moustache on my face
(She's insane).
Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time
It levels my head and eases my mind
I just walk along and stroll and sing
I see better days and I do better things
(I catch dinosaurs
I make love to Elizabeth Taylor ...
Catch hell from Richard Burton !).