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Thursday, July 10. 2008

Thursday Free Ad For Bob: I'm Not There

"I'm Not There (1956)," from circa 1967, and never officially released until the film of the same name appeared late last year.  I will not try to reproduce the lyrics for the simple reason that it is impossible to do so.

Posted by The Dylanologist in The Song and Dance Man at 11:29 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

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Are you back? If so, mayhaps your search skills are just a tad rusty. A Google search for:

"i'm not there" dylan lyrics

Popped this right up.

While it might be argued that this song has the most insipid lyrics ever written, it does put Dylan's remarkable poetic prowess on display:

QUOTE:
I was born to love her
But she knows that the kingdom waits so high above her

Of cource I'll not deceive her
It's all about confusion and I cry for her

Can that guy rhyme, or what?
#1 Dr. Mercury (Link) on 2008-07-10 12:41 (Reply)
As far as I know, it's one of dozens and dozens of songs recorded at the sessions with The Band at Big Pink, and like 90 percent of those songs was simply not finished. Most of the words are dummy lyrics or are mumbled incomprehensibly. I know some people have tried to decipher them, but it's a frustrating task that is ultimately a pointless waste of time, since there ARE no lyrics, just a bunch of words and phrases and sounds fit in around a melody. I suggest you don't try too hard to figure them out and just listen to the song, as the whole is somehow greater than the sum of its parts.
#1.1 The_Dylanologist on 2008-07-10 13:01 (Reply)

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