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Thursday, March 24. 2011Thursday free ad for Bob: Where Are You Tonight?Still sane? Dylan turns 70 in May, and is still on the road. From BOB DYLAN'S CURIOUS DOTAGE
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Bob's Where are you tonight? (Journey Through Dark Heat) from the under-rated and garage-recorded Street Legal (1978):
There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write.
There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satellite. There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze, laughter down on Elizabeth Street And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure heat. Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced what he preached from the heart. A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted to me the time and the place that we'd part. There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book that no one can write. Oh, where are you tonight? Remainer of lyrics below the fold - The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road. I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt. I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out. He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting, putting flowers on the shelf. She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair and discovered her invisible self. There's a lion in the road, there's a demon escaped, There's a million dreams gone, there's a landscape being raped, As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape, I won't, but then again, maybe I might. Oh, if I could just find you tonight. I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way. Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees while the law looks the other way. Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes, the guy you were lovin' couldn't stay clean. It felt outa place, my foot in his face, but he should-a stayed where his money was green. I bit into the root of forbidden fruit with the juice running down my leg. Then I dealt with your boss, who'd never known about loss and who always was too proud to beg. There's a white diamond moon on the dark side of this room and a pathway that leads up to the stars. If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the scars. There's a new day at dawn and I've finally arrived. If I'm there in the morning, baby, you'll know I've survived. I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm alive, But without you it just doesn't seem right. Oh, where are you tonight? Trackbacks
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Dotage?
Is that what happens because a fella hits 69? Methinks Mr Dylan ain't such a dote. No, but he is full of shit. In the very breath he means to forward the simplicty of his existance as proof that the media exaggerates his persona, he goes on to loftily exaggerate his own persona. He coulda pounded nails instead of becoming the greatest songwriter of all time if he really disliked the affair so much ;)
Where Are You Tonight is one of those examples of how Dylan can really trim the fat off of lyrics. That's a very long song and I'd challenge anyone to find a line of even a phrase that doesn't hold weight. It's one of my favorites.....thanks BD. ...but that's the yinyang it takes for him to get to you --forex, calling it full of shit, that's highly Dylanesque!
:-) No offense Buddy, but it doesn't take a poet "genius" to observe the ying and yang of life - easy pickings. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
hmm, what i had meant was to join in the irony chuckle that dos amigo was enjoying --that for an iconoclast rebel sort of guy to get his message out, he has to use the commercial channels as only they got da reach --but alas it needed to be brief to have any chance
Ah - well then it would appear that my Fifth Grade teacher, Mrs. Svenson was right - I do appear to have a comprehension problem. :>)
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Tom Francis
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2011-03-25 14:52
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well, like they say, "take a number"
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buddy larsen
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2011-03-25 21:35
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And git yer embed on, Dog.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOba-XWN38I Still have no reasonable explanation why I do not own even an mePod version of Street Legal... it always comes up in the discussion of my top 3 faves...
Might be worth adding this link to your list of Dylan sites, BD... http://www.dylanradio.com/ Great place to hear Dylan Radio and, um, tracks from the albums I do not own. "Stupid" is too harsh a word, BD. But in posting this, you remind me that I sometimes forget to revisit the songs of Bob, getting all caught up in the mundane influences of the day-to-day I neglect the profound influences of the era.
In visiting a long-neglected link, RightWingBob (did I introduce that?) I noticed that Sean recently retired that site, opting to organize his Bob postings at his Cinch Review home, under the link 'Dylanosophy'... http://www.cinchreview.com/category/dylan-osophy/ Happy to see Maggie's Farm is linked there. Frankly, you either "grok" Dylan or you don't.
I don't. I admit it without reservation. Then again, a lot of people don't "grok" Zappa either. :>) |