Bob Dylan (born Bob Zimmerman) is the greatest songwriter that ever was. His songs emit such intensity, such raw emotion; they bring out the best in just about everyone. I started life as a Bob Dylan fan - I was brought up on his music through my father. Dylan's songs make me think of my father.
I LOVE YOU, DAD!!
The plain truth is: No other songwriter comes close to Dylan! I just LOVE the guy!!! :)
My favorite song in the whole world...
TANGLED UP IN BLUE
(From "Blood on the Tracks," 1974)
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed. Wonderin' if she'd changed at all, if her hair was still red. Her folks, they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough. They never did like Mama's homemade dress, Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road, rain fallin' on my shoes. Headin' out for the East Coast, Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through. Tangled up in blue...
She was married when we first met - Soon to be divorced. I helped her out of a jam, I guess, but I used a little too much force. We drove that car as far as we could - Abandoned it out west. Split up on a dark sad night, both agreein' it was best. And she turned around and looked at me as I was a-walkin' away. I heard her say over my shoulder, "We'll meet again someday on the avenue." Tangled up in blue...
I had a job in the great north woods, working as a cook for a spell. But I never did like it all that much and one day the axe just fell. So I drifted down to New Orleans where I was lookin' to be employed. Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat right outside Delacroix. But all the while I was alone - The past was close behind. I'd seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind, and I just grew tangled up in blue...
She was workin' in a topless place when I stopped in for a beer. I just kept lookin' at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear. Then later on as the crowd thinned out, I was just about to do the same. She was standing there at back of my chair and said to me, "Don't I know your name?" I muttered somethin' underneath my breath as she studied the lines of my face. I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe. Tangled up in blue...
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe. "I thought you'd never say hello," she said, "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me. Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin' coal. Pourin' off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you. Tangled up in blue...
I lived with them on Montague Street in a basement down the stairs. There was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air. Then he started into dealing with slaves and something inside of him died. She had to sell everything she owned and froze up inside. And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn. The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew. Tangled up in blue...
So now I'm goin' back again. I got to get to her somehow. All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians. Some are carpenter's wives. I don't know how it all got started; I don't know what they do with their lives. But me, I'm still on the road, headin' for another joint. We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view. Tangled Up In Blue.
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