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The city fathers, they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Well, John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro, behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah, who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped a bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank, at a profit, sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
No disrespect to Dylan lovers, but I'm a proud member of the Bob Dylan Sounds Like A Chainsaw Society.
lol
That's weird, I'm listening to it right now.
Maybe it's a little better this time around. Suffering through it.
Over your head, or
Under your radar
we can all sing it on all days of the week
Zero talent Bob Dylan. He's the Nicholas Cage of music.
Does Nicholas Cage* have a Nobel Prize in Literature? A Grammy, at least? No and no?
Obviously a very bad comparison. But making your insane point was kinda' doomed from the start, wasn't it?
*Nothing against Mr. Cage, I've enjoyed many of his movie performances. Fine actor.
Both are very talented and unique. Guess we will always kill the messengers.
He isn't much of a singer, neither is Neil Young. But they are both great poets and lyricists. And you have talent when so many people record your songs. To say Dylan has no talent is like saying Martin makes a shitty guitar. The greatest talents in every art form are the most unique talents.
Both are very talented and unique. Guess we will always kill the messengers.
This rocks!
So is 99% of everything. That's why masterpieces are called masterpieces. It's really, really good, though.
some day, everything is going be different
when I paint my masterpiece
Please try harder
I can understand your problem but what a brilliant story teller.
What the heck do those snobbish Europeans know?
Amen!
That's weird, I'm listening to it right now.
Death to all those who would whimper and cry.
Stop all this weeping. Swallow your pride.
You will not die. It's not poison.
All the artists you rate 10 would point out what a moronic comment that is.
Well said, joelbb... everybody in my hotel room still loves this classic song, and this historic album... we be dancing like happy hippies... time flies when we're having fun...
Mike Bloomfiled on guitar
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Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
This is one of Zimmy's best. BTW he does a great version of it on his MTV Unplugged album.
Please try harder
Many members?
I had it on the back of my old car.
Only ever had one person tell me they recognized it, so I decided to marry her.
Feel free to try that at home: CafePress Dylan Sticker
Good taste!
You must not try this in your home
Seuss's lawyers will make you moan
Cease-and-desist in a letter
Though your parody may be better:
Dylan confessed to a fascination with the Carnivals that blew through Minnesota when he was young, caught by something unexplainable when he saw a character dressed as "Napoleon in black face" makeup. When he got to New York he found himself surrounded by a theater of the absurd in the Basket Houses he played and hung out in. The absurd was growing all around him and everybody at that time, in art and politics. I'd say the absurd in Art questioned the absurd in politics, especially in Dylan's case. Dylan is sometimes silly and sometimes personal and introspective. It's up to listeners to decide which and when. I think they call that Art.
Maybe but the yellow/chicken/coward play seems the most obvious and fun interpretation.
Without that metaphor, the lyric is nonsense but not absurd or fun. Absurdity needs something to be contrasted against or judged inappropriate against.
brilliant song... love it... love this album...
i also like the fantastic collection of stamps to win friends and influence his uncle
So much for getting any work done around here...
I had it on the back of my old car.
Only ever had one person tell me they recognized it, so I decided to marry her.
Feel free to try that at home: CafePress Dylan Sticker
I would argue that talent is truly determined by one's ability in comparison to other individuals that have demonstrated great proficiency with their instrument/voice etc. I do believe that Dylan has great songwriting talent, as I've seen what others have done with songs he's written. I just think that in the performance department his talent is lacking. There are millions of people that think what's on the radio is true talent....and the size of the deluded masses doesn't make it true. Comparing Dylan to other accomplished vocalists, I have to conclude personally that he lacks vocal talent. Anyway, I'm glad you're able to enjoy it and agree 100% with the second half of your post. I don't like it but I wouldn't take this song off of RP if I could Cheers.
Talent. I don't think that word means what you think it does.
This IS talent. 100 if the scale went that high.
Looks good. Thanks for posting.
Thank you! Hope you are having a marvelous weekend...
everybody in my church be dancing... love this song...
Maybe it's an age thing? "Yellow" meant "Coward" in the 60s. One doesn't hear the word used like that lately.
And so Dylan ages, along with the rest of his generation. Some of his stuff will survive and morph into something pertinent to those who listen with fresh ears at some later point in time. Some of it will lose its relevance and pass into the past unremembered. Same as it is for all artists. The jury is still out on how, and if, he'll be remember some 100years from now, but I suspect his memory will grow fainter as the generation he's rooted within fades away. Much the same as all past troubadours, though he did shine bright for a time didn't he?
So it goes.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
How many PSD am i gonna have to throw?!!
Bite me, Gemtag. You've never written a sentence that clever, much less put it into a blues number.
Such blind aggression. You should have that looked at.
Looks good. Thanks for posting.
Give me a break.
Bite me, Gemtag. You've never written a sentence that clever, much less put it into a blues number.
Give me a break.
Everybody in my hotel room loves this song...
And they should, Romeo. THIS is the Dylan that made him famous. His lyrics were just spectacular. And this album sounds like a greatest hits collection: every cut is historic. That's Mike Bloomfield playing guitar, in case you wondered where those outstanding licks came from back in the mid-60s.
Maybe it's an age thing? "Yellow" meant "Coward" in the 60s. One doesn't hear the word used like that lately.
That's funny how that term isn't used much since the 60's. If you watch movies from the 1930's and 40's, you'll hear it a lot. "What's a'matter, are ya' yella or somethin'?
and I know of at least one person who's elevated him to near-deity status musically, ...
Just an FYI: Zimmy has been Full Deity Status for quite some time now.
Maybe it's an age thing? "Yellow" meant "Coward" in the 60s. One doesn't hear the word used like that lately.
Dylan confessed to a fascination with the Carnivals that blew through Minnesota when he was young, caught by something unexplainable when he saw a character dressed as "Napoleon in black face" makeup. When he got to New York he found himself surrounded by a theater of the absurd in the Basket Houses he played and hung out in. The absurd was growing all around him and everybody at that time, in art and politics. I'd say the absurd in Art questioned the absurd in politics, especially in Dylan's case. Dylan is sometimes silly and sometimes personal and introspective. It's up to listeners to decide which and when. I think they call that Art.
Maybe it's an age thing? "Yellow" meant "Coward" in the 60s. One doesn't hear the word used like that lately.
That is actually one of my favorite lyrics of all time!
I guess I wasn't "old enough" to understand, or something like that.
That is actually one of my favorite lyrics of all time!
.. in a world pre-occupied with surface level everything and glamorous appearance, in the new and perfect or beyond perfect even - conspicuously unreal it's so perfect - Dylan's voice and inflection are sincere and real, like a hard rain or a broken wheel . There's no lie, no hidden mtv agenda, no false appearance. I don't have to wonder who or what's behind it, like every time I see Keanu Reeves in a movie that would have been great otherwise. I'm not even old enough to be jaded but already I'm sick of the done-up world, the commercial slick that's everywhere. The modern world hasn't made life easier it's only changed the game. Getting by in life isn't about anything real anymore. It's about your hair color, the size of your boobs, the car you drive, or the people you tolerate on Saturday afternoon who, if they're in their "right" mind are also lead by their hair color, the size of their boobs and the car they drive. It's circular insanity. The closer I get to what's considered proper functionality in this world the further I find myself from knowing what it is to be a decent grounded human being.
Dylan said listening to Woodie Guthrie he could learn how to live in this world. I would suggest Dylan is on a short list of artists, along w/ W.G, who can and could (then and now) express the human spirit without the world's superficial affectations glommed on like the smarmy boss you catch looking down your shirt or constantly has his hand on your butt. Dylan's sincerity, with his poetry, can place your mind at the middle of your soul and make that an ok place to be. I'd pay to go there over Disneyland anyday. Goodluck with that ..oh, i guess instead of the fish I gave you the fishing pole.. yea well.. like i said, good luck
Ah but there is the crux. Talent is only determined by the opinion of others. The consensus opinion is that he has talent, ipso facto, he has talent.
I would argue that talent is truly determined by one's ability in comparison to other individuals that have demonstrated great proficiency with their instrument/voice etc. I do believe that Dylan has great songwriting talent, as I've seen what others have done with songs he's written. I just think that in the performance department his talent is lacking. There are millions of people that think what's on the radio is true talent....and the size of the deluded masses doesn't make it true. Comparing Dylan to other accomplished vocalists, I have to conclude personally that he lacks vocal talent. Anyway, I'm glad you're able to enjoy it and agree 100% with the second half of your post. I don't like it but I wouldn't take this song off of RP if I could Cheers.
Ah but there is the crux. Talent is only determined by the opinion of others. The consensus opinion is that he has talent, ipso facto, he has talent. That does not make the obverse false of course; there is no objective truth in such a subjective question. To promulgate the idea that we have been "duped" is tantamount to espousing the fallacy that one opinion is "more true" than another.In summation, dude, chill. It's o.k. for others to like him and it's o.k. for you to hate him. We know what we feel, and you know what you feel. It's all o.k.
—MDG
Gotta say I'm with you here. I know he's well-regarded, and I know of at least one person who's elevated him to near-deity status musically, but I've yet to hear anything of his that I'd buy. Go figure.
of Rockabilly - Mike Bloomfield on guitar - with the vocals of Bob,
great R'N'R voice at that time > love it!
Highway 61 Revisited should be reference materiel in Social Commentary 101.
I don't; there's plenty of Nickelback and Twisted Sister to keep them happy. ; )
...to the graveyard of opinion?
If Bob Dylan hadn't been born, we'd have one less horrible singer in the world.
I'm getting the sinking suspicion that this "j7" is kin to Excelsior. It bears watching.
I was listening to this the other day, thinking about how Dylan switched it into overdrive at this point in his career. Unreal.
If Bob Dylan hadn't been born, we'd have one less horrible singer in the world.
yup
here's some, listen to the lyrics.
Keep playing it Bill and really p*ss lrbc off.
lbrc wrote:
Thats allright! Songs like this and also Bills feeling for new good stuff, thats the reason because i like RP so MUCH!!!!
Keep playing it Bill and really p*ss lrbc off.
lbrc wrote:
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying the sun's not yellow, it's chicken!
Complete agree with you Jeff
Then you would also get the advantage of Jeff Lynne's production. Only problem I see is the number of Wilburys who are metabolically challenged.
No disrespect to Dylan lovers, but I'm a proud member of the Bob Dylan Sounds Like A Chainsaw Society.
Where does one apply for membership?