Hell hath no fury like a man cuckolded...That’s what this song is about.
(It’s mildly reminiscent of Leonard Cohen’s”Suzanne” (the one in the song) who became homeless - a woman he didn’t speak to for over 50 year after she told a reporter (in the 60’s) that he had come on to her but she had rejected him)
https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/5730/
The song is about socialite, Edie Palmer. A one time girlfriend of Bob Dylan, who cheated on him, with a number of people, while he was an up and coming musician, and eventually left him for the artist Andy Warhol. Their lives went different ways, with Dylan moving on to fame and fortune, and Palmer becoming destitute, and dying a homeless drug addict. Sadly, the song is black humour on Dylans part, mocking the girl after she was dumped by Warhol, and quickly lost the brief fame she had as his girlfriend.
Most of the song hints at a rich, fame hungry girl, who was maybe destined for a fall. But there are many hints to what happened to her, after falling on hard times:
“You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns. When they all come down and did tricks for you”
This refers to the many suitors that Palmer had. Many men, trying to impress and court her, and how much she loved it. Dylan refers to them as “jugglers and clowns”, as in, men trying to entertain her, trying to catch her attention. Dylan thought of them quite literally as desperate clowns. He comments that she had little care for their feelings, and probably refers to himself as one of these “clowns”, as he was well known to have pursued Palmer vigorously, as a younger man.
“You said you’d never compromise. With the mystery tramp, but now you realize. He’s not selling any alibis. As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes. And ask him do you want to make a deal?”
This refers to the fact that Palmer resorted to prostitution, not literally, but in Dylans eyes. It was well known that Palmer slept about a lot, mostly for gifts, and fame – generally sleeping with anyone she though of as “hip” – Dylan being one of them. He’s commenting that she used to make fun of “working class people”, and considered herself a better class, but at the same time was (in Dylan’s opinion) prostituting herself to the same people, for fame.
“You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat. Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat. Ain’t it hard when you discover that. He really wasn’t where it’s at, after he took from you everything he could steal.”
“The diplomat” was one of many names Dylan referred to the artist Andy Warhol. Dylan and Warhol were known enemies of the New York art scene. Dylan, the legitimate artist, and star, whereas Warhol was more “shock” value person, who attained fame by courting the media, and trying to shock. Dylan disliked Warhol, and his “factory” immensely, and felt of them as untalented wannabes. He called him “the diplomat”, as although he had an exterior image as a wild artist, he was in his early 40s, and very wealthy, so Dylan felt it was all an act, and he was in fact a very establish piece of New York society. “Chrome Horse” he is obviously referring to a car. The Siamese cat line is referring to Warhol’s almost comedic artistic decadence. The imagery of a man walking around town with a Siamese cat (very rare at the time) on his shoulder, was Dylan explaining how ridiculous he felt Warhol was, and how much attention he craved. “He really wasn’t where it’s at, after he took from you everything he could steal”. Warhol’s 60s fame was seen as a “fad” at the time, and Dylan was basically saying “you backed the wrong horse”, as in the late 60s, Dylan really was the biggest artist/star in the world, rivalling the Beatles, and Warhol had slipped into obscurity.
At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row
Dang, GOPJ, you just made sense out of a song that made no sense to me whatsoever and I thought was kind of boring.
I must say, looks like nobody could skewer somebody like Dylan could I guess.
Don’t see how that song - and your interpretation makes perfect sense - has anything to do with crucifying “the crux of counterculture’s exposed achilleas heal” other than hippie girls being loose (and UGLY).
Bookmark. I’ve always “gotten” Dylan.
Others offer up this version:
Following her estrangement from Warhol's inner circle, Sedgwick began living at the Chelsea Hotel, where she became close to Bob Dylan. Dylan and his friends eventually convinced Sedgwick to sign up with Albert Grossman, Dylan's manager. According to Paul Morrissey, Sedgwick had developed a crush on Dylan that she thought he reciprocated. She was also under the impression that she and Dylan would star in a mainstream film together. Unbeknownst to Sedgwick, Dylan had secretly married his girlfriend Sara Lownds in November 1965. Morrissey claimed that Sedgwick was informed of the marriage by Warhol (who reportedly heard about it through his lawyer) in February 1966. Friends of Sedgwick's later said that she saw the supposed offer of doing a film with Dylan as a ticket to a mainstream film career. Paul Morrissey claimed that Dylan likely never had plans to star in a film with Sedgwick, and Dylan "hadn't been very truthful.
Wow!
Could almost hear Dylan’s voice as I read your quotes from that song.
Thank you!
Very interesting. Thanks for that.
I had never heard of Bob Dylan until 1966. He wasn’t played on our local Top 4o stations KRLA, KFWB or Boss Radio 93 KHJ in 1964-1965 although some of his songs such as “Blowing in the Wind” and Mr. “Tambourine Man” done by other artists got plenty of airplay.
Dylan himself apparently made the Top 40 playlists in the latter part of 1965. At the time, I was in Germany, where the only American station we could get, AFN (Armed Forces Network) Frankfurt played mostly Adult Contemporary tunes as well some programs featuring Hawaiian music, polkas and Oldies. But his records did show up on the juke boxes in our local cafeteria and snack bar. Not having heard his name spoken, I thought it was pronounced “die-lan.”
Big time Musicians are pretty bad people for the most part. They tickle your ears but fry your soul. Fortunately they tend to die young so they hurt fewer people.
Thanks; very interesting. I still think it’s a crap song.