I was thinking about poor Angela Merkel, and how her star seems to be sputtering lately, and I felt the most profound sympathy for her. There was only one thing to do. Write her a sweet little love song.
I’ve been reading a book called Why Bob Dylan Matters these last few days, so in tried-and-true Dylanesque fashion, I’ve stolen some lines from famous love poets in this song – Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Walt Whitman, and Ben Jonson. See if you can match the line to the poet!
(Listen on headphones if you can …)
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Another Saturday isolated track … because it feels so … alone. 😥