@tostadosunidos, thanks for the reminder of why Dylan is the most revolutionary lyricist in Pop music history. "A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall" was recorded about a year before The Beatles recorded their original boy/girl love songs like "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" and "She Loves You". It took Lennon a couple of years to come to terms with what Bob was doing, and it completely changed his (and many others') songwriting (for better or worse).
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Too many masters to mention, Dylan, Waits, Cohen, Taupin Knopfler, Simon, Lennon, Springsteen... Roger Waters here... DSOTM And all that is now And all that is gone And all that's to come And everything under The sun is in tune But the sun is eclipsed By the moon” WISH YOU WERE HERE Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, A smile from a veil, Do you think you can tell. Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts... “ We’re just two lost souls living in a fish bowl year after year” By the way which one’s Pink” THE WALL Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry. Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true. Mama's gonna put all her fears into you. Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing. She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm. Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, Of course mama's gonna help build the wall” I've got wild staring eyes And I've got a strong urge to fly But I got nowhere to fly to Ooh, babe when I pick up the phonethere's still nobody home” All alone, or in two's The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands The bleeding hearts and the artists Make their standAnd when they've given you their all Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall” THE FINAL CUT And as the windshield melts My tears evaporate Leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds Foe and friend We were all equal in the end“ AMUSED TO DEATH Ooh western woman Ooh western girl And the children of Melrose Strut their stuffIs absolute zero cold enough And out in the valley warm and clean The little ones sit by their TV screens No thoughts to thinkNo tears to cry All sucked dry Down to the very last breath Bartender what is wrong with me Why am I so out of breath The captain said excuse me ma'am This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death We watched the tragedy unfold We did as we were told We bought and sold It was the greatest show on earth But then it was over We ohhed and aahed We drove our racing carsWe ate our last few jars of caviar And somewhere out there in the stars A keen-eyed look-out Spied a flickering light Our last hurrah And when they found our shadows Grouped around the TV sets They ran down every leadThey repeated every test They checked out all the data on their lists And then the alien anthropologists Admitted they were still perplexedBut on eliminating every other reason For our sad demise They logged the only explanation left This species has amused itself to deathNo tears to cry no feelings left This species has amused itself to death |
" This shirt is old and faded all the color's washed away I've had it now for more damn years that I can count anyway I wear it beneath my jacket with the collar turned up high so old I should replace it but I'm not about to try This shirt's got silver buttons and a place upon the sleeve where I use to set my heart up right there where anyone could see this shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school dance where the boys ignored the girls and we all pretended to like the band This shirt was a pillow for my head on a train through Italy this shirt was a blanket beneath my love we made in Argeles this shirt was lost for three whole days in a town near Buffalo till I found the locker key in a downtown Trailways bus depot This shirt was the one I lent you and when you gave it back it had a rip inside the sleeve where you rolled your cigarettes It was the place I put my heart now look where you put a tear I forgave your thoughtlessness but not the boy who put it there This shirt was the place your cat decided to give birth to five and we stayed up all night watching and we wept when the last one died this shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton shining like the memories inside those silver buttons And this shirt is a grand old relic with a grand old history I wear it now for Sunday chores cleaning house and raking leaves I wear it beneath my jacket with the collar turned up high so old I should replace it but I'm not about to try" Mary Chapin Carpenter "This Shirt" |
Feels like it's time for a couple of deep lines from Dylan. The first from Subterranean Homesick Blues, "Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters" and a tricky one from It's Alright, Ma "Proves to warn that he not busy being born Is busy dying" The following lyric from Blonde on Blonde eventually lead me into reading the Steinbeck novel. "With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go," Unfortunately, great book that it is, my memory of it is not 'sheet metal'. Far from it. Maybe time to revisit it this summer. |
“Happened back in the bayou many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor The doctor just shook his head Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed this poor man dead He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead” “Poison Whisky” Lynyrd Skynyrd |
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