Bobdylaning

Anna: Marcos!

Marcos: Uau! Bob!?

Anna: yep, baby. what's up, dude?

Marcos: I'm okay, man.

Could u play a song for me?

Anna: no, man, i can't. sorry. Call Mr. Tambourine Man to play a song for you in a jingle jangle morning, right?

Marcos: Mabe later, babe... You see, I'm not sleep and there's no place I'm going to.

Anna: I see, I see... my senses have been stripped and my hands cant feel to grip

Marcos: And how does it feel?

Anna: man, I'm no good... I feel like a complete unknown

with no direction home, see?

Marcos: Let me guess... Just like a rollig stone?

Anna: YEP!

My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet... :-(

and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming...

I wanna bring it all back home

Marcos: To me it seems as if you were stuck inside a mobile with the Menphis blues (again)...

Anna: everything is strange... I run and I race but it's not too fast a pace

I dont have consolation, but i'm not there, i'm gone. It's all about confusion, man...

Marcos: Strange...

Oh where have you been my darling young one?

Anna: I see a diamond higway with nobody on it!

do you know where? where black is the colour, where none is the number =T

Marcos: And who did you meet my darling young one?

Anna: i met a young child beside a dead pony :-(

Marcos: Bob, you're amazing! If not for you,

I couldn't find the door,

Couldn't even see the floor,

I'd be sad and blue,

If not for you.

Anna: it aint me, babe, sorry

everything inside me is made of stone

Marcos: In this case, it's all over now, babe blue.

Anna: but you are gonna make me lonesome when you go :-(

okay, it hurts me too, but i'd hate to be with you on that dreadful day

I am a lonesome hobo, see?

Marcos: Yeah...

Ok, You're a big girl now.

Anna: In the summertime, in the garden... when we meet again introduced as friends... please! don't let on that you knew me whe i was hungry and it's your world

Marcos: You're no good.

Anna: No, I'm not, man… I wake every morning, fold my hands and pray for rain

i got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane

Marcos: Are you going to Acapulco, Bob?

Anna: YEAH! HEAVY AND BOTTLE OF BREAD!

Marcos: And Rose Marie is just set there waitin' for you to come...

You're lucky, Bob.

Anna: I don't believe in you! she acts like we never have met!

Marcos: Uai!

She acts just like a woman!

Anna: but she breaks just a little girl; she makes me a fool such as I

Marcos: And it's like a hard rain is gonna fall...

Anna: there must be some way out of here...

Marcos: And you don't no where it is... Don't you mr. Bob?

Anna: you're right, I don't :-(

and I never gonna be the same again

but i'm on the road, again, pledging my time...

I got a poison headache but I feel alright

Marcos: Got no time to think?

Quem te viu,quem te vê, Bob. The times they are a-changing...

Anna: I cant be the last to leave, man

I'm hoping you come through, too. we're obviously two believers, but like Louise always says: "you cant look at much, can ya, man?"…

Marcos: No, no, no, it ain't me, Bob.

Anna: what can I do for you? when you gonna wake up?

by the way... where are you tonight, hã?

Marcos: I'm going to have some fun.

Anna: the road is long... can you please crawl out your window? there's an idiot wind blowing every time you move your mouth...

Marcos: Ok I'll walk into my room.

Anna: you're just a man on the Street, brother, a man in the long black coat

Marcos: The wicked messenger?!

Anna: with god on your side...

Marcos: and no direction home

Anna: take it easy, ain't no man righteous, no not one, nor these ten thousand men all dressed in white

Marcos: God knows, Bob.

Anna: I won't come here no more if it bothers you, sir

Marcos: It's not that, Bob.

It's just that I'm not the one you're looking for.

It ain't me, Bob.

Anna: you can say what you want, dude, but the next time you see me coming, you better run!

Marcos: I'm a man of constant sorrow...

If I'd know this before, Honey I never would have come.

Anna: to you, death is quite romantic, right?

Sometimes I think about you, guy, is it true that you think of me too?

Marcos: Sure, dude. Everytime I think of you my mouth makes "lalalari, lalalari"...

Bob.

Time passes slowly up here in the daylight

by I have to go to work.

Anna: Take a big yellow taxi, man

and good lucky

Marcos: (The one wich goes to Acapulco?)

Anna: exactly

Marcos: Ok

Anna: go 'way, little boy

Marcos: We'll see any day now.

Bye and bye

Anna: Bye, babe

and, If you see her, say hello

Marcos: Ok. lay down your weary tune.