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Sunday, April 19. 2020

Another brand new Bob tune!

It's about himself: I Contain Multitudes, from Whitman's Song of Myself. Lyrics here


Tune/rhythm is similar to It's Not Dark Yet.  He seems to be at the point at which he reviews his life, and shares it. Far from from Mr. Tambourine Man. God bless him for sharing his life with as much truth and inspiration as he could. He will not give up on life, and on his reporting.


"I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods..." 



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I love Bob always, but that song didn't work for me.
#1 pbird on 2020-04-19 12:21 (Reply)
I'm not a Bob fan.
#2 Sam L. on 2020-04-19 12:35 (Reply)
I was never a huge fan of Dylan's music, like some of his poetry though. My feeling has always been, he was at the right place & time to ride the 60's wave of fame as an artistic presence.

These most recent efforts are a little too trite and stream-of-consciousness for my taste. I don't feel there's any real message, just an appeal for people to react to familiar words and phrases and get them to try to connect them together. Seems....promotional.

Not trying to detract from others who find his music an inspiration, I'll accept that I just don't get it.
#3 Aggie on 2020-04-19 12:57 (Reply)
Give it up, Bob. I grew up with your music back in the sixties and loved it (still do), but it's been downhill ever since. I understand where you're coming from, but the last thing American needs right now is a depressing song about getting old and forgotten. I understand completely about living a full life doing important things, only to be dismissed and ignored. Sadly, that's part of life, it seems.
#4 snopercod on 2020-04-19 20:22 (Reply)
I managed about two minutes of MMF and then blurrrgh....

"Goodbye, Charlie
Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, my Scarlet, I don’t give a damn….
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do? 
They piled on the pain
But his soul’s not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they’ve been searchin’ for that….
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline….
Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend
Play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master"


a frazzled grade school pupil riddled with ADD could do as well
#5 warbling j laskitude (Link) on 2020-04-20 02:12 (Reply)
I liked MMF. End of life American Pie. It’s not really about the assassination; it’s more of a response to it. As he thinks about it over time all these images come back. They come to him as music because that’s who he is.

Now Whitman . Him I never could get.
#5.1 Penn Neff on 2020-04-20 13:43 (Reply)

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