Posted on 05/24/2012 3:57:36 PM PDT by Third Person
Hey, happy birthday Bob! Just sittin' here, listening to Infidels and enjoying the tunes.
Jokerman
Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing. Freedom just around the corner for you But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one. Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds, Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister. You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister. Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame, You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers. In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed, Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features. Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space, Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.
Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain. Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks, Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain, False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin, Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray, A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet. He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, Take the motherless children off the street And place them at the feet of a harlot. Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants, Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
“ Skinny Chick: I covered the Dylan concert, which gave me chills. Especially when he sang “She takes just like a woman yes she does. She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.” Skinny Chick: Did you catch Dylan? Woody Allen: Me? No. No, I couldn’t make it that night. My raccoon had hepatitis. Skinny Chick: You have a raccoon? Woody Allen: A few."
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Infidels is a favorite of mine but I enjoy most all of Dylan’s albums. Blood on the Tracks and Desire are also favorites.
I'm guessing you've never really listened to him other than a few songs. Dylan's singing was quite varied throughout his recording career.
Why is that strange? Who do you consider worthy of praise on this site?
Indeed. They should be praising Barry Manilow, Helen Reddy and Kenny G. !
Incidentally, today would have been Josif Brodsky's 72nd.
Yeah, Helen Reddy.
Seriously, songs like Tangled Up In Blue, Positively Fourth Street, Like a Rolling Stone, Mr. Tambourine Man and so many others are, to me, incredible.
Also, folks who like to pigeonhole Mr. Dylan as some crazed liberal (far left wing) are just flat wrong. He is neither crazed nor liberal.
In my opinion, and on this one I am not humble, Dylan was/is the best songwriter of my lifetime.
You're being too kind. I think it is even worse than that. I'm a contemporary of Dylan. I grew up not far from him. In college, I lived on 5th street, a block north of his "Positively Fourth Street" lyrics. I consider his singing intolerable. Some say his poetry is good, but to me, his singing is so bad that I can't get past it to understand the lyrics.
And it gets better (the songwriting and singing) the closer you get to today. I love his recent albums.
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