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Friday, March 27. 2020

A new Dylan "song"

He packed a lot of his life into this one. It's a talker, really, and a metaphor. I assume it's Dylan on piano.



Posted by Bird Dog at 18:15 | Comments (5) | Trackbacks (0)

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I can kill 1/32 of a day trying to actually work from home with this one. I like it.
#1 Mark on 2020-03-27 19:34 (Reply)
Bob has in his own words, a need for a dump truck to unload his head. I can relate to having an old mind , still clear, but with phantoms and ghosts and days of rage and joy. I skipped through it because of time, but it is hauntingly beautiful. It reminds me of "Workingman's Blues # 2" from "Modern Times" I found it haunting and reflective and am still moved by it.
#2 Trangbang68 on 2020-03-27 22:05 (Reply)
Well said. Thanks.
#2.1 Bird Dog on 2020-03-28 09:35 (Reply)
“Unto thine ear I hold the dead sea shell cast up thy life’s foam-fretted feet between...” The brilliance. Past comment. (The voice, “improved with age.”). Isn’t this the soul’s catalogue I’ve leafed through as well? Thanks, BD.
#3 Ralph Kinney Bennett on 2020-03-28 15:50 (Reply)
I read these lyrics as an allegory. A man noted for the phrase 'don't look back' is not suddenly giving us history lessons. The allegory concerns the relationship between presidents and the deep state. The primary clue is the line 'we live on the street down the street from where you live'. Is the FBI HQ not down the street from Mr Trump's White House?

I think he's hit one nail firmly on the head-we've just entered the Age of the Antichrist.
#4 DeGaulle on 2020-03-28 15:51 (Reply)

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