How Would Bob Dylan Describe the Mets Bullpen?

[Theoldmole]

...?

[metirish]

I could have voted for them all , but went with Desolation Row.

[Guest John Cougar Lunchbucket]

Write in for: "I muttered something underneath my breath"

[Guest sharpie]

You break just like a little girl.

[Guest AG/DC]

Everything is broken.

[Methead]

I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you

[Guest Mr. Zero]

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

[Frayed Knot]

It's all right Mole, I'm only bleeding

[Guest John Cougar Lunchbucket]

The aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed

[Methead]

I shall be released

[metirish]

All the Tired Horses

[Theoldmole]

the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

[Guest AG/DC]

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore

[metirish]

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

[Guest AG/DC]

You say you're looking for someone
To finish up the game
Someone to lead the this Mets team to triumph
Instead of abject shame
Someone who's gonna close the fuckin' dooooor!
Well, it ain't me, Babe
No, no, no! It ain't me, Babe
No, no, no! It ain't me, Babe
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe

Take it...

[G-Fafif]

Blood on the tracks.

[Guest sharpie]

Once upon a date you pitched so great
but now in this �0-8 you made us hate -- all of you.
Warthen calls says throw the ball
but you�re bound to fall you know they�ll be all -- maulin� you.
Smith he just flails about
And Feliciano he can�t get an out
Wagner he don�t talk so loud
Duaner he don�t seem so proud
And Heilman looks like he�s gonna throw up his last meal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be completely owned
With runners racing home
Like a Scott Weis Schoen
Like a bullpen drone.

Edited August 27, 2008 by Guest

[Zvon]

O-O, this one was easy

That's excellent Sharpie^

[Theoldmole]

There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief