Subtranean Homesick Blues, Bob Dylan. The anthem of my youthful rebellion, and the marching tune of my cynical advancing age. The Soviet national anthem. Still

Subtranean Homesick Blues, Bob Dylan. The anthem of my youthful rebellion, and the marching tune of my cynical advancing age. The Soviet national anthem. Still nothing moves me like the Hymn. I will wake up to it on the 9th to celebrate Soviet victory over the Nazis :-) Everything in Zeppelin I-IV. Best years of my life. I drank to them, woke up hungover to them, and made love to them.