Thursday, October 13, 2016

How Does It Feel?


I've made no secret of the fact that I believe that Bob Dylan (née, Zimmerman) is seriously overrated. His prolific music and his lyrics never have made much sense to me ... see: AZ Lyrics. In particular his "poems" set to song seem like a disjointed series of his obscure memories making little sense by themselves or how Dylan strings them together with his plaintiff strumming and harmonica accents.

Indulge me by scanning the words from one of his most famous ditties, Mr. Tambourine Man:
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feetI have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. 
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. 
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it.
I feel no spiritual uplift by this soporific lyric ... but what  do I know about what are worthy words? ... because Bob Dylan has just won the Nobel Prize for Literature. I scratch my head over this choice by this Prize Committee ... just like I did when Obummer took the Peace Prize in 2009. The degree of deliberations in this committee seem to be more driven by a purple haze than by a purposeful appraisal.

3 comments:

  1. How many roads must a man walk down
    Before you call him a man ?
    How many seas must a white dove sail
    Before she sleeps in the sand ?
    Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
    Before they're forever banned ?
    The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
    The answer is blowin' in the wind.

    Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
    Before it's washed to the sea ?
    Yes, how many years can some people exist
    Before they're allowed to be free ?
    Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
    Pretending he just doesn't see ?
    The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
    The answer is blowin' in the wind.

    Yes, how many times must a man look up
    Before he can see the sky ?
    Yes, how many ears must one man have
    Before he can hear people cry ?
    Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
    That too many people have died ?
    The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
    The answer is blowin' in the wind.

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  2. The Times They Are A-Changin'
    =============================
    Come gather 'round people
    Wherever you roam
    And admit that the waters
    Around you have grown
    And accept it that soon
    You'll be drenched to the bone.
    If your time to you
    Is worth savin'
    Then you better start swimmin'
    Or you'll sink like a stone
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come writers and critics
    Who prophesize with your pen
    And keep your eyes wide
    The chance won't come again
    And don't speak too soon
    For the wheel's still in spin
    And there's no tellin' who
    That it's namin'.
    For the loser now
    Will be later to win
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come senators, congressmen
    Please heed the call
    Don't stand in the doorway
    Don't block up the hall
    For he that gets hurt
    Will be he who has stalled
    There's a battle outside
    And it is ragin'.
    It'll soon shake your windows
    And rattle your walls
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come mothers and fathers
    Throughout the land
    And don't criticize
    What you can't understand
    Your sons and your daughters
    Are beyond your command
    Your old road is
    Rapidly agin'.
    Please get out of the new one
    If you can't lend your hand
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    The line it is drawn
    The curse it is cast
    The slow one now
    Will later be fast
    As the present now
    Will later be past
    The order is
    Rapidly fadin'.
    And the first one now
    Will later be last
    For the times they are a-changin'.

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  3. Don't think twice, it's alright.

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