[Red Badger]

Dylan was not what Columbia Records made him out to be...............

[fella]

Not one of his best.

[Michael.SF.]

I believe Blood on the Tracks to be two things:

My favorite and possibly the best Dylan album (personal taste and not the point I wish to make).

And two, it was a cathartic action based on a very bitter breakup.

From Idiot Wind:

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back roads headin' south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

pretty rough if, in fact, directed at his ex

[detective]

“Idiot Wind” was written by Bob Dylan to his then wife while they were in the process of a divorce.

It is a bitter husband who has fallen out of love with his wife.

In the song Dylan says “You’re an idiot babe”.

[mairdie]

Dylan was, and is, my favorite singer. There’s others I love, but he was it when I entered college in 1962 and I adored, and adore, everything about him. Unfortunately, his songs can’t go up on YouTube. These stream from my website.

Sherlock Holmes - Masters of War - (Holmes and Moriarity (Downey, Jr) - Bob Dylan
https://www.iment.com/maida/tv/hw/video/Sherlock-Holmes-Masters-of-War-Bob-Dylan.htm

Criminal Minds - Shelter from the Storm - Bob Dylan
https://www.iment.com/maida/tv/crime/video/Criminal-Minds-Shelter-From-the-Storm-Bob-Dylan.htm

Get Smart - If Not For You (Max) - Bob Dylan
https://www.iment.com/maida/tv/gs/video/Get-Smart-If-Not-For-You-Bob-Dylan.htm

Alias - Shelter from the Storm - Bob Dylan
https://www.iment.com/maida/tv/alias/video/Alias-Shelter-from-the-Storm-Bob-Dylan.htm

Professionals - Baby Blue (Bodie) - Bob Dylan
https://www.iment.com/maida/tv/pros/video/Professionals-Baby-Blue-Bob-Dylan.htm

House - A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall - Bob Dylan
https://www.iment.com/maida/tv/house/video/House-A-Hard-Rains-Gonna-Fall-Bob-Dylan.htm

Star Trek - My Back Pages (Spock) - Bob Dylan
https://www.iment.com/maida/tv/st/video/Star-Trek-My-Back-Pages-Bob-Dylan.htm

[Psalm 73]

I only have two Dylan records left that I bought brand new:

Blood on the Tracks (1975)
Desire (1976)

One year apart, vastly different.
Love them both for different reasons.

[Jim Noble]

I can’t help it if I’m lucky

[Ditto]

Grossly overrated “star”. I can carry a tune better than him, and I can’t sing worth a damn.

[plain talk]

I just listened to it again. It is obvious that he started with lyrics and then attempted to put music to it. Didn’t turn out too good. Of course he was going through some bad times.

[Az Joe]

“How does it feel?! Ohhhh how does it feel? To be own your own. With no direction known, like a complete unknown, like a rollin’ stone.”

Very great tune, very great lyrics. One of the greatest songs ever

Dylan live 1965
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6Kv0vF41Bc

[EandH Dad]

Idiot wind? Best example I got is anytime jobiden or Cum Alla talks.

Dylan is arguably the greatest American songwriter ever. If you think he couldn’t sing then you haven’t listened to Lay Lady Lay. He sang the way he did so people would listen to the words. He did things his way and we’re all better off for it.

[Albion Wilde]

bump

[Paal Gulli]

No, your thread's title isn't any more deserving of attention that anybody else's. Mind your manners.

[Albion Wilde]

What a brilliant, brilliant lyric. Made me cry. I had never concentrated on the words of this song before; your post made me look them up. People enjoy hating on genius; but a genius walks among us.

Idiot Wind

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick, but when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me even better than that
Sweet lady

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back-roads heading south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pouring out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losing every battle

I woke up on the roadside, daydreaming about the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes
Blood on your saddle

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into Autumn

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishing I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your raging glory

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We're idiots, babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves

[Albion Wilde]

What I hear Dylan sing in the Chris is “Yediot Wind” What is that?

I had to read that several times to get that you meant "chorus". I don't think he meant anything figurative by "yeeeediot." I think it was a howl of pain and anguish. He is not telling you he is hurt beyond description; he is showing you.