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Chess Openings by Israel A. Horowitz
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(if Bob Dylan played chess)

Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
Trying to master the Nimzo and the Ruy Lopez
Any sense of optimism has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s always some kind of pain
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
Now I'm lookin' for hope in Capablanca's eyes
Sometimes this gambit seems more than I can bear
I've not lost yet, but I'm gettin' there.
My favourite variation was refuted - in 1954
These guys are too devious - I can't remember any more
My deepest thoughts are their footnotes - it's a bitter pill
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
None of these dead Russians is my long lost pal
Not Korchnoi or Spassky or Alekhine or Tal
I don't see how my bishop can go anywhere
I've not lost yet, but I'm gettin' there.
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message 1: by Shovelmonkey1 (new)

Shovelmonkey1 I don't think I could even name one Bob Dylan song therefore if you are telling me he wrote the above lyrics then I will believe you unquestioningly ;)

Paul Bryant ah, the subtleties of this gentle spoof have been lost then. here's the original song, for what it's worth

message 3: by Shovelmonkey1 (new)

Shovelmonkey1 Only lost on me, a self proclaimed cultural void. I checked out the link though. Bob Dylan is a man in a hat who sings softly.

message 4: by Ian (last edited Sep 09, 2011 04:29AM) (new)

Ian "Marvin" Graye Widget End

Someone's got it in for me,
They're writing tales about my chess
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick
But when they will I can only guess
They say I was behind an L.A. pawn storm
But I'm not gonna confess
I'd be happy with a perpetual check
But sometimes your opponents can't handle the stress
They say I beat a man named Graye
And took his wife to Italy
He never got over losing his King
But he couldn't survive without a Queen
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Not bad for a boy who hails from down south
But these Venice bars have mated Kentucky.

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