bob dylan

[Anonymous No.20578795]

Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, my fingers they are all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend, the doctor, he won't even tell me what it is I've got
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
And she steals your voice and leaves you screaming at the moon
Up on Housing Project Hill it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other, neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same

Does he have literary merit or is he just good for music?

[Anonymous No.20578802]

>>20578795
wasn't bob dylan the faggot crying about getting his music off Spotify unless they got rid of joe Rogan. It seems like he turned into another low iq establishment lefty.

[Anonymous No.20578805]

>>20578795
Overrated

[Anonymous No.20578829]

>>20578805
>>20578802
I'm heavy into this song, but reading the lyrics, they don't hit the same. I think he's just good at music, though his poetry isn't worth much if anything on its own. Supertramp is probably better.
Rudy's on a train to nowhere, halfway down the line
He don't want to get there, but he needs time
He ain't sophisticated, nor well-educated
After all the hours he wasted, still he needs time
He needs time
He needs time for livin'
He needs time
For someone just to see him
He ain't had no lovin'
For no reason or rhyme
And the whole world's above him
Well it's not as though he's fat
No there's more to this than that
See, he tries to play it cool
Wouldn't be nobody fool
vs
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

[Anonymous No.20578833]

>>20578829
actually visions of johanna has some pretty good lyrics

[Anonymous No.20578836]

>>20578829
Neverminded, it was Neil Young. I wouldn't be surprised if he joined the left establishment.

[Anonymous No.20578837]

>>20578833
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

[Anonymous No.20578845]

I mean, it's fine the guy exists. I just don't find his music emotional enough. Seems too verbose

[Anonymous No.20578850]

>>20578845
that's the point of it. That's also why I made this post. It also depends on the song. Mr tamborine man is a great inbetween example, since it's a generic sort of lullaby that leads into phrases of word vomit. As i posted, visions of johanna is perhaps a more extreme example of verbosity. dont think twice its alright is a good example fo the other side I'd say, more musical.

[Anonymous No.20578859]

She feels that my sentimental side
Should be held with kids gloves
But she doesn't know
That I left my urge in the icebox

[Anonymous No.20578868]

It’s a long and narrow road, it’s /lit.

[Anonymous No.20578916]

The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong
You can be
How completely wrong
You can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow
That fell yesterday
Makes you wonder
Why it bothered.

I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate George Bataille.
Standing at a Swedish festival
Discussing the Story of the Eye,
Discussing the Story of the Eye.

Etc.

[Anonymous No.20578973]

Why does she sing her sad songs for me, I'm not the one
To tenderly bring her soft sympathy, I've just begun
To see my way clear and it's plain if I stop I will fall
I can lay down a tear for her pain, just a tear and that's all
What does she want me to do
She says that she knows that moments are rare
I suppose that it's true
Then on she goes to say I don't care and she knows that I do
Maybe she just has to sing for the sake of the song
Who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong

She'd like to think that I'm cruel but she knows that's a lie for I would be
No more than a tool if I allowed her to cry all over me
My sorrow is real even though I can't change my plans
If she could see how I feel then I know that she'd understand
Does she actually think I'm to blame
Does she really believe that some word of mine
Could relieve all her pain
Can't she see that she grieves just because she's been blindly deceived
By her shame
Maybe she just has to sing for the sake of the song
Who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong

Nothin's what it seems, maybe she'll start someday to realize
If she abandons her dreams then all the words she can say are only lies
When will she see that to gain is only to lose
All that she offers me are her chains, I got to refuse
It's only to herself that she's lied
She likes to pretend there's something that she should defend with her pride
I don't intend to stand her and be the friend from whom she must hide
Maybe she just has to sing for the sake of the song
Who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong

[Anonymous No.20579043]

T’was a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
PresidentKennedywas a-ridin' high
Goodday to be livin' and agood day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb