Some Dylan lyrics take 40 years to make sense
I was listening to Highway 61 Revisited--one of my five favorite albums ever and a record I know by heart--just now and a lyric from "Tombstone Blues" leapt out like one of them crazy-talking soothsayers:
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
When does mind-bending, surrealistic wordplay suddenly become journalism? When reality itself becomes surreal, I guess. Now I'm terrified to hear "Desolation Row."
posted by Steve Hyden @ 7:23 PM
4 Comments:
no doubt
ah, so many times i've attempted to learn all the verses to "desolation row"...
People should read this.
It's Alright, Ma still amazes me. Disillusion words like bullets bark...Propaganda all is phony.
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