It was late last night when the boss came home
To wander early his mansion and a desolate throne
Servant said boss the ladies gone
She left this morning just before dawn
It was late last night when the boss a professional politician who controls a party or a political machine Dylan the protest singer came home come home (to somebody) to become completely clear to someone The reality of the plight of the American Negro finally came home to him To wander To go astray: wander from the path of rock and roll early of or belonging to a previous or remote period of time like Dylan’s folk period his mansion his folk music domain and a desolate bereft of friends or hope, Desolation Row throne seat of power, dignity, or rank of a personage Servant one of Dylan’s folk fans as in the poem Unfaithful Servant said boss the ladies gone said all the niceties are gone She left this morning just before dawn she left just before first appearance; a beginning: the dawn of folk rock.
You got something to tell me, tell it to me man
Come to the point as straight as you can
Old Henry Lee chief of the clan
Came riding through the woods and took her by the hand
You got something to tell me, tell it to me man if you have something to say about my career, my actions tell it to me man Come to the point as straight as you can don’t couch it in poetry or obscure language The servant confesses Old Henry Lee Henry Lee III (January 29, 1756 — March 25, 1818) was an early American patriot who served as the ninth Governor of Virginia. Ray Gooch, the man who let Dylan crash at his pad in the early 1960’s and convinced Dylan to become a racist, antecedent Sir William Gooch was a colonial governor of Virginia chief of the clan and Ray Gooch had been KKK Grand Wizard Came riding through the woods came out of the rural South in some neck of the woods Rural in some vicinity or neighborhood; in some remote place and took her by the hand take someone in hand Figurative to take control of someone; to assume the responsibility of guiding someone.
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future of his fate
To wait another day would be far too late
The boss he lay Dylan “lay” to put forward as a reproach or accusation: They laid the blame for Black crime on poverty back flat “flat” as free of qualification; absolute: a flat refusal on his bed on his foundation of folk music He cursed the heat Slang Adverse comments or hostile criticism: Heat from the press forced the senator to resign he clutched being or occurring in a tense or critical situation his head a turning point; a crisis: bring matters to a head. He pondered the future of his fate he gave thought to the future of his career to wait another day would be far too late not to do something, like start playing rock and roll, now would be disastrous.
Go fetch me my coat and my tie
And the cheapest labor that money can buy
Saddle me up my buckskin mare
If you see me go by put up a prayer
Go fetch me my coat a layer that covers or conceals a surface a coat of metaphors and my tie my ties to the Left And the cheapest labor “labor” to deal with in exhaustive or excessive detail; belabor: labor a point in the protest song. that money can buy that my imagination can informal: “buy” to accept the truth or feasibility of Saddle me up my buck “buck” Offensive a Black man skin a person's complexion a fair skin mare If you see me go by if you see me appear than disappear put up to make a display or the appearance of: put up a bluff a prayer the request of a complainant, as stated in a complaint or in equity, that the court grant the aid or relief solicited.
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired and his vision was bent
His men deserted him and onward he went
Well they rode all night and they rode all day “ride” to harass with persistent criticism Eastward long the region of the United States east of the Allegheny Mountains and north of the Mason-Dixon Line on the broad liberal; tolerant: had broad views regarding social services highway road to stardom His spirit was tired and his vision the manner in which he saw or conceived of something was bent Determined to take a course of action: I was bent on becoming famouts His men deserted him and onward he went his fans deserted him but he pressed on.
He came to a place where the light was dull
His forehead pounding in his skull
Heavy heart was racked with pain
Insomnia raging in his brain
He came to a place where the land was dull he came to a place that was intellectually weak or obtuse the pop music world His poor head pounding in his skull his folk music past was instilling in him by persistent, emphatic repetition the unlikelihood of success Heavy heart was racked “rack” a framework for holding, carrying, or displaying a specific object: a harmonica rack with pain Insomnia cocaine raging “rage” aggressive behavior associated with a specified environment or activity road rage in his brain
Well he threw down his helmet and his cross handle sword
He renounced his faith he denied his lord
Crawled on his belly put his ear to the wall
One way or another put an end to it all
Well he threw down his helmet and his cross handle sword he threw his hat in the ring and grabbed his electic guitar He renounced his faith he denied his lord he wrote poems like My Back Pages renounced his leftwing folk days Crawled on his belly put his ear to the wall did preliminary non-folk songs on Another Side of Bob Dylan One way or another put an end to it all then killed his image as a folk singer.
He leaned down cut the electric wire
Stared into the flames and he snorted the fire
Peered through the darkness caught a glimpse of the two
Hard to tell for certain who was who
He leaned down relied on for assistance or support: Lean on me for help cut the electric wire cut songs with electrified rock and roll Stared into the flames challenged the other rock and rollers who had become the flames of young girls and he snorted the fire and snorted coke and meth Peered saw something partially or dimly through the darkness confusion caught a glimpse of the two saw the Dylan the folksinger and Dylan the rock and roller Hard to tell for certain who was who they were the same person but appeared to be entirely different.
He lowered himself down on a golden chain
His nerves were quickening every vein
His knuckles were bloody he sucked in the air
He ran his fingers through his greasy hair
He lowered himself down on a golden chain he had a chain of golden records His nerves were quickening his nerves were coming or returning to life: "And the weak spirit quickens" (T.S. Eliot) every vein after he found a vein to stick the needle in His knuckles were bloody knuckle down to apply oneself earnestly to a task he sucked in to attract by using an inexorable force, inducement, the air the AM radio airtime He ran his fingers through his greasy hair he became a rock and roll legend like Buddy Knox — Party Doll “To run her fingers through your hair.”
They looked at each other and their glasses clinked
One single unit inseparably linked
Got a strange premonition there's a man close by
Don't worry about him he wouldn't harm a fly
They looked at each other and their glasses clinked Slang a prison or a prison cell; a jail: spent the night in the clink One single unit a part of a prison like the SHU, Special Housing Unit inseparably linked linked as in the links of chain shackling prisoners Got a strange premonition an early warning of a future event; forewarning there's a man close by there is a pig, a cop close by Don't worry about him he wouldn't harm a fly don’t worry he wouldn’t go after someone who liked to fly — get high.
From behind the curtain the boss crossed the floor
He moved his feet and he bolted the door
Shadows hiding the lines in his face
With all the nobility of an ancient race
From behind the curtain still regarded as a Communist the boss crossed the floor crossed over the aisle, changed party affiliation He moved his feet get one's feet wet to begin to participate in something and he bolted the door To break away from an affiliation, as from a political party, in this case the party that had served as an entre in show biz Shadows a vestige or inferior form: shadows of their past achievements hiding the lines in his face With all the nobility of an ancient race
She turned she was startled with a look of surprise she
With a hatred that could hit the skies
You're a reckless fool I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise
She turned caused to act or go against; make antagonistic she was startled with a look of surprise to be or cause to be surprised or frightened, so as to start involuntarily With the hatred that could hit the skies with unlimited hatred You're a reckless fool I could see it in your eyes you are a reckless fool like Barry Goldwater whose policy regarding the USSR was termed reckless To come this way was by no means wise to use the Left to achieve fame was a tragic error.
Get up stand up you greedy lipped wench
And cover your face with some other consequence
You are making my heart feel sick
Put your clothes back on double quick
Get up stand up show me who you are in my audience you greedy having or expressing desire for something lipped wench with loud vulgar mouth And cover your face and save face with some other consequence with some other punishment you have installed for me other than disrupting my concerts You are making my heart feel sick I am sick of this already Put your clothes back on double quick Tending to react hastily: quick to find fault.
Silly boy you think me a saint
I’ll listen no more to your words of complaint
You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies
Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes
Silly boy you think me a saint you think I want to become a martyr and listen to your new sound? I’ll listen no more to your words of complaint I will listen to more to your lyrics of complaint. Reminiscent of I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine “Arise, arise,” he cried so loud / In a voice without restraint / “Come out, ye gifted kings and queens / And hear my sad complaint / No martyr is among ye now / Whom you can call your own /So go on your way accordingly/ But know you’re not alone” You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies you have given me nothing but lies you knew would resonate with me Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes now stop lying and feed you mind with doctrine.
I’d have given you the stars and the planets too
What good would these things to you
Bow the heart if not the knee
Or never again this world you see
I’d have given you the stars I would have given you one who is highly celebrated in a field or profession and the planets too and the followers - a person who accepts the leadership of another What good would these things do you Bow the heart if not the knee give in at least partially Or never again this world you see or you will be purged from the world of Leftwing folk music.
Oh please let not your heart be cold
This man is dearer to me than gold
Oh my dear you must be blind
He's a gutless ape with a worthless mind
Oh please let not your heart be cold don’t let your heart reject me This man is dearer to me than gold my art is more important than getting gold recording Oh my dear you must be blind my former idol you must be without forethought or provision; unaware: entered into the scheme blind He's a gutless he is lacking substance; weak or insignificant ape a mimic or imitator with a worthless mind
You've had your way too long with me
Now it’s me who will determine how things will be
Tried to escape he cussed and cursed
You'll have to try to get passed me first
You've had your way too long with me I am sick of having to cow tow to bunch of race mixin’ folk singin’ commies Now it’s me who will determine how things will be now I will do what I always wanted to do Tried to escape she tried to get out of listening to Dylan but he cussed cuss - utter obscenities or profanities and cursed and he cursed Ecclesiastical To put under a ban or an anathema; excommunicate Just Like A Woman to the folkies “Your long time curse hurts but what’s worse is this pain in here I can’t stay in here ain’t it clear that I just don’t fit” You'll have to try get passed me first you will have to try to get passed my abstract language before you judge me.
I dared not let your passion rule
You think my heart the heart of a fool
And you sir you cannot deny
You made a monkey of me what and for why
I dared not let your passion rule I dared not allow you to switch from acoustic to electric You think my heart the heart of a fool you think my wish is to be one who subverts convention or orthodoxy or varies from social conformity in order to reveal spiritual or moral truth: a holy fool. And you sir you cannot deny / You made a monkey of me One who behaves in a way suggestive of a monkey, as a mimic what and for why despite what I did for your career
I’ll have no more of this insulting chat
The devil can have you I’ll see to that
Look sharp or step aside
Or in the cradle you'll wish you died
I’ll have no more of this insulting chat Reminiscent of Arthur McBride which also tells the story of Dylan’s interaction with the folk community "Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat And neither will I take it from snappy young brats / For if you insult me with one other word / I'll cut off your heads in the morning" The devil can have you I’ll see to that Also reminiscent of Arthur McBride “And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides / We flung them as far as we could in the tide / "Now take them up, devils !" cried Arthur McBride / "And temper their edge in the morning!" Look sharp try to be marked by keenness and accuracy of perception or step aside Or in the cradle A place of origin; a birthplace: the cradle of folk music you'll wish you died
The gun went boom a sudden increase, as in popularity and the shot An attempt; a try: took a shot at superstardom rang to have a sound or character suggestive of a particular quality clear distinctly rock and roll The first bullet grazed his ear the first bullet — mark on the record charts indicating that Dylan’s LP or 45 was moving up upset him because of its sound Second ball balls Vulgar Slang Courage, especially when reckless went right straight in And he bent in the middle like a twisted “twist” to alter or distort the intended meaning of: Weberman, under the guise of Dylanology twisted the words of Bob Dylan bin Also called dustbin rubbish bin a container for litter, rubbish, etc. Like I went through Dylan’s trash.
He crawled to the corner and he lowered his head
He grabbed the chair and he grabbed the bed
It would take more than needle and thread
Bleeding from the mouth he's as good as dead
He crawled to the corner he submitted and assumed a dangerous or awkward position, esp from which escape is difficult a tight corner and he lowered his head he got high on smack, a downer He grabbed Slang To capture the attention of the chair An office or position of authority, such as a professorship. Dylan was awarded an honorary degree by Princeton and he grabbed the bed accommodations for a single person at a rehab center It would take more than needle and thread From A Buick 6 “She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread” it would take more than heroin Bleeding from the mouth the opening to any cavity or canal in an organ or a bodily part such as the penis he's as good as dead he had contracted a deadly disease
“You shot my husband down, you fiend!”
“Husband? What husband? What the hell do you mean?
He was a man of strife, a man of sin,
I cut him down, and I’ll throw him to the wind”
You shot my husband down you fiend “fiend” informal one who is addicted to something: a sex fiend. Husband what, husband what the hell do you mean you call that a husband? What a poor excuse for one! He was man of strife a disturbance of the peace or of public order a man of sin I cut him down I cut down the number of white blood cells in his body and i throw’d him to the wind
You taught me how to love you, baby
You taught me, oh, so well.
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby
I can't unring the bell.
You took my reality
And cast it to the wind
And I ain't never gonna be the same again.
You got it baby.
“You taught me how to love you, baby” I learned the truth about you baby “You taught me, oh, so well” you caused me to learn by experience “Now, I can't go back to what was, baby” now I can’t go back to being HIV Negative “I can't unring the bell” the bell has tolled for me and it is final, incurable, terminal “You took my reality” you took my entire being “And cast it to the wind” and turned it into dust, shit, destroyed it “And I ain't never gonna be the same again /
Hear this she said with angry breath
You too shall meet the lord of death
It was I who brought your soul to life
And she raised her robe and she drew out a knife
Hear this she said with angry breath / You too shall meet the lord of death even though you do not have a terminal disease you too are going to die It was I who brought your soul to life it was I who articulated your most sacred beliefs And she raised her robe and she drew out a knife and she was going to meet out justice
His face was hard and caked with sweat
His arms ached and his hands were wet
You're a murderous queen and bloody wife
If you dont mind I’ll have the knife
His face was hard his race was resistant to persuasion or appeal; obdurate and caked with sweat and had suffered much over years, as for a misdeed His arms ached and his hands were wet he had been cruxified You're a murderous queen and bloody wife
If you dont mind I’ll have the knife under the knife Informal undergo surgery.
We're two of a kind and our blood runs hot
But we're no way similar in body or thought
All husbands are good men is all I knew
Then she pierced him to the heart and his blood did flow
His knees went limp and he reached for the door
His doom was sealed he slipped to the floor
He whispered in her ear this is all your fault
My fighting days have come to a halt
She touched his lips and kissed his cheek
He tried to speak but his breath was weak
You die for me I will die for you
She put the blade to her heart and she ran it though
All three lovers together in a heap
Thrown into the grave forever to sleep
Funeral torches blazed away
Through the towns and the villages all night and all day
It was late last night when the boss came home To wander early his mansion and a desolate throne Servant said boss the ladies gone She left this morning just before dawn
It was late last night when the boss a professional politician who controls a party or a political machine Dylan the protest singer came home come home (to somebody) to become completely clear to someone The reality of the plight of the American Negro finally came home to him To wander To go astray: wander from the path of rock and roll early of or belonging to a previous or remote period of time like Dylan’s folk period his mansion his folk music domain and a desolate bereft of friends or hope, Desolation Row throne seat of power, dignity, or rank of a personage Servant one of Dylan’s folk fans as in the poem Unfaithful Servant said boss the ladies gone said all the niceties are gone She left this morning just before dawn she left just before first appearance; a beginning: the dawn of folk rock.
You got something to tell me, tell it to me man Come to the point as straight as you can Old Henry Lee chief of the clan Came riding through the woods and took her by the hand
You got something to tell me, tell it to me man if you have something to say about my career, my actions tell it to me man Come to the point as straight as you can don’t couch it in poetry or obscure language The servant confesses Old Henry Lee Henry Lee III (January 29, 1756 — March 25, 1818) was an early American patriot who served as the ninth Governor of Virginia. Ray Gooch, the man who let Dylan crash at his pad in the early 1960’s and convinced Dylan to become a racist, antecedent Sir William Gooch was a colonial governor of Virginia chief of the clan and Ray Gooch had been KKK Grand Wizard Came riding through the woods came out of the rural South in some neck of the woods Rural in some vicinity or neighborhood; in some remote place and took her by the hand take someone in hand Figurative to take control of someone; to assume the responsibility of guiding someone.
The boss he lay back flat on his bed He cursed the heat and he clutched his head He pondered the future of his fate To wait another day would be far too late
The boss he lay Dylan “lay” to put forward as a reproach or accusation: They laid the blame for Black crime on poverty back flat “flat” as free of qualification; absolute: a flat refusal on his bed on his foundation of folk music He cursed the heat Slang Adverse comments or hostile criticism: Heat from the press forced the senator to resign he clutched being or occurring in a tense or critical situation his head a turning point; a crisis: bring matters to a head. He pondered the future of his fate he gave thought to the future of his career to wait another day would be far too late not to do something, like start playing rock and roll, now would be disastrous.
Go fetch me my coat and my tie And the cheapest labor that money can buy Saddle me up my buckskin mare If you see me go by put up a prayer
Go fetch me my coat a layer that covers or conceals a surface a coat of metaphors and my tie my ties to the Left And the cheapest labor “labor” to deal with in exhaustive or excessive detail; belabor: labor a point in the protest song. that money can buy that my imagination can informal: “buy” to accept the truth or feasibility of Saddle me up my buck “buck” Offensive a Black man skin a person's complexion a fair skin mare If you see me go by if you see me appear than disappear put up to make a display or the appearance of: put up a bluff a prayer the request of a complainant, as stated in a complaint or in equity, that the court grant the aid or relief solicited.
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day Eastward, long down the broad highway His spirit was tired and his vision was bent His men deserted him and onward he went
Well they rode all night and they rode all day “ride” to harass with persistent criticism Eastward long the region of the United States east of the Allegheny Mountains and north of the Mason-Dixon Line on the broad liberal; tolerant: had broad views regarding social services highway road to stardom His spirit was tired and his vision the manner in which he saw or conceived of something was bent Determined to take a course of action: I was bent on becoming famouts His men deserted him and onward he went his fans deserted him but he pressed on.
He came to a place where the light was dull His forehead pounding in his skull Heavy heart was racked with pain Insomnia raging in his brain
He came to a place where the land was dull he came to a place that was intellectually weak or obtuse the pop music world His poor head pounding in his skull his folk music past was instilling in him by persistent, emphatic repetition the unlikelihood of success Heavy heart was racked “rack” a framework for holding, carrying, or displaying a specific object: a harmonica rack with pain Insomnia cocaine raging “rage” aggressive behavior associated with a specified environment or activity road rage in his brain
Well he threw down his helmet and his cross handle sword He renounced his faith he denied his lord Crawled on his belly put his ear to the wall One way or another put an end to it all
Well he threw down his helmet and his cross handle sword he threw his hat in the ring and grabbed his electic guitar He renounced his faith he denied his lord he wrote poems like My Back Pages renounced his leftwing folk days Crawled on his belly put his ear to the wall did preliminary non-folk songs on Another Side of Bob Dylan One way or another put an end to it all then killed his image as a folk singer.
He leaned down cut the electric wire Stared into the flames and he snorted the fire Peered through the darkness caught a glimpse of the two Hard to tell for certain who was who
He leaned down relied on for assistance or support: Lean on me for help cut the electric wire cut songs with electrified rock and roll Stared into the flames challenged the other rock and rollers who had become the flames of young girls and he snorted the fire and snorted coke and meth Peered saw something partially or dimly through the darkness confusion caught a glimpse of the two saw the Dylan the folksinger and Dylan the rock and roller Hard to tell for certain who was who they were the same person but appeared to be entirely different.
He lowered himself down on a golden chain His nerves were quickening every vein His knuckles were bloody he sucked in the air He ran his fingers through his greasy hair
He lowered himself down on a golden chain he had a chain of golden records His nerves were quickening his nerves were coming or returning to life: "And the weak spirit quickens" (T.S. Eliot) every vein after he found a vein to stick the needle in His knuckles were bloody knuckle down to apply oneself earnestly to a task he sucked in to attract by using an inexorable force, inducement, the air the AM radio airtime He ran his fingers through his greasy hair he became a rock and roll legend like Buddy Knox — Party Doll “To run her fingers through your hair.”
They looked at each other and their glasses clinked One single unit inseparably linked Got a strange premonition there's a man close by Don't worry about him he wouldn't harm a fly
They looked at each other and their glasses clinked Slang a prison or a prison cell; a jail: spent the night in the clink One single unit a part of a prison like the SHU, Special Housing Unit inseparably linked linked as in the links of chain shackling prisoners Got a strange premonition an early warning of a future event; forewarning there's a man close by there is a pig, a cop close by Don't worry about him he wouldn't harm a fly don’t worry he wouldn’t go after someone who liked to fly — get high.
From behind the curtain the boss crossed the floor He moved his feet and he bolted the door Shadows hiding the lines in his face With all the nobility of an ancient race
From behind the curtain still regarded as a Communist the boss crossed the floor crossed over the aisle, changed party affiliation He moved his feet get one's feet wet to begin to participate in something and he bolted the door To break away from an affiliation, as from a political party, in this case the party that had served as an entre in show biz Shadows a vestige or inferior form: shadows of their past achievements hiding the lines in his face With all the nobility of an ancient race
She turned she was startled with a look of surprise she With a hatred that could hit the skies You're a reckless fool I could see it in your eyes To come this way was by no means wise
She turned caused to act or go against; make antagonistic she was startled with a look of surprise to be or cause to be surprised or frightened, so as to start involuntarily With the hatred that could hit the skies with unlimited hatred You're a reckless fool I could see it in your eyes you are a reckless fool like Barry Goldwater whose policy regarding the USSR was termed reckless To come this way was by no means wise to use the Left to achieve fame was a tragic error.
Get up stand up you greedy lipped wench And cover your face with some other consequence You are making my heart feel sick Put your clothes back on double quick
Get up stand up show me who you are in my audience you greedy having or expressing desire for something lipped wench with loud vulgar mouth And cover your face and save face with some other consequence with some other punishment you have installed for me other than disrupting my concerts You are making my heart feel sick I am sick of this already Put your clothes back on double quick Tending to react hastily: quick to find fault.
Silly boy you think me a saint I’ll listen no more to your words of complaint You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes
Silly boy you think me a saint you think I want to become a martyr and listen to your new sound? I’ll listen no more to your words of complaint I will listen to more to your lyrics of complaint. Reminiscent of I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine “Arise, arise,” he cried so loud / In a voice without restraint / “Come out, ye gifted kings and queens / And hear my sad complaint / No martyr is among ye now / Whom you can call your own /So go on your way accordingly/ But know you’re not alone” You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies you have given me nothing but lies you knew would resonate with me Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes now stop lying and feed you mind with doctrine.
I’d have given you the stars and the planets too What good would these things to you Bow the heart if not the knee Or never again this world you see
I’d have given you the stars I would have given you one who is highly celebrated in a field or profession and the planets too and the followers - a person who accepts the leadership of another What good would these things do you Bow the heart if not the knee give in at least partially Or never again this world you see or you will be purged from the world of Leftwing folk music.
Oh please let not your heart be cold This man is dearer to me than gold Oh my dear you must be blind He's a gutless ape with a worthless mind
Oh please let not your heart be cold don’t let your heart reject me This man is dearer to me than gold my art is more important than getting gold recording Oh my dear you must be blind my former idol you must be without forethought or provision; unaware: entered into the scheme blind He's a gutless he is lacking substance; weak or insignificant ape a mimic or imitator with a worthless mind
You've had your way too long with me Now it’s me who will determine how things will be Tried to escape he cussed and cursed You'll have to try to get passed me first
You've had your way too long with me I am sick of having to cow tow to bunch of race mixin’ folk singin’ commies Now it’s me who will determine how things will be now I will do what I always wanted to do Tried to escape she tried to get out of listening to Dylan but he cussed cuss - utter obscenities or profanities and cursed and he cursed Ecclesiastical To put under a ban or an anathema; excommunicate Just Like A Woman to the folkies “Your long time curse hurts but what’s worse is this pain in here I can’t stay in here ain’t it clear that I just don’t fit” You'll have to try get passed me first you will have to try to get passed my abstract language before you judge me.
I dared not let your passion rule You think my heart the heart of a fool And you sir you cannot deny You made a monkey of me what and for why
I dared not let your passion rule I dared not allow you to switch from acoustic to electric You think my heart the heart of a fool you think my wish is to be one who subverts convention or orthodoxy or varies from social conformity in order to reveal spiritual or moral truth: a holy fool. And you sir you cannot deny / You made a monkey of me One who behaves in a way suggestive of a monkey, as a mimic what and for why despite what I did for your career
I’ll have no more of this insulting chat The devil can have you I’ll see to that Look sharp or step aside Or in the cradle you'll wish you died
I’ll have no more of this insulting chat Reminiscent of Arthur McBride which also tells the story of Dylan’s interaction with the folk community "Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat And neither will I take it from snappy young brats / For if you insult me with one other word / I'll cut off your heads in the morning" The devil can have you I’ll see to that Also reminiscent of Arthur McBride “And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides / We flung them as far as we could in the tide / "Now take them up, devils !" cried Arthur McBride / "And temper their edge in the morning!" Look sharp try to be marked by keenness and accuracy of perception or step aside Or in the cradle A place of origin; a birthplace: the cradle of folk music you'll wish you died
The gun went boom a sudden increase, as in popularity and the shot An attempt; a try: took a shot at superstardom rang to have a sound or character suggestive of a particular quality clear distinctly rock and roll The first bullet grazed his ear the first bullet — mark on the record charts indicating that Dylan’s LP or 45 was moving up upset him because of its sound Second ball balls Vulgar Slang Courage, especially when reckless went right straight in And he bent in the middle like a twisted “twist” to alter or distort the intended meaning of: Weberman, under the guise of Dylanology twisted the words of Bob Dylan bin Also called dustbin rubbish bin a container for litter, rubbish, etc. Like I went through Dylan’s trash.
He crawled to the corner and he lowered his head He grabbed the chair and he grabbed the bed It would take more than needle and thread Bleeding from the mouth he's as good as dead
He crawled to the corner he submitted and assumed a dangerous or awkward position, esp from which escape is difficult a tight corner and he lowered his head he got high on smack, a downer He grabbed Slang To capture the attention of the chair An office or position of authority, such as a professorship. Dylan was awarded an honorary degree by Princeton and he grabbed the bed accommodations for a single person at a rehab center It would take more than needle and thread From A Buick 6 “She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread” it would take more than heroin Bleeding from the mouth the opening to any cavity or canal in an organ or a bodily part such as the penis he's as good as dead he had contracted a deadly disease
“You shot my husband down, you fiend!” “Husband? What husband? What the hell do you mean? He was a man of strife, a man of sin, I cut him down, and I’ll throw him to the wind”
You shot my husband down you fiend “fiend” informal one who is addicted to something: a sex fiend. Husband what, husband what the hell do you mean you call that a husband? What a poor excuse for one! He was man of strife a disturbance of the peace or of public order a man of sin I cut him down I cut down the number of white blood cells in his body and i throw’d him to the wind
You taught me how to love you, baby You taught me, oh, so well. Now, I can't go back to what was, baby I can't unring the bell. You took my reality And cast it to the wind And I ain't never gonna be the same again. You got it baby.
“You taught me how to love you, baby” I learned the truth about you baby “You taught me, oh, so well” you caused me to learn by experience “Now, I can't go back to what was, baby” now I can’t go back to being HIV Negative “I can't unring the bell” the bell has tolled for me and it is final, incurable, terminal “You took my reality” you took my entire being “And cast it to the wind” and turned it into dust, shit, destroyed it “And I ain't never gonna be the same again /
Hear this she said with angry breath You too shall meet the lord of death It was I who brought your soul to life And she raised her robe and she drew out a knife
Hear this she said with angry breath / You too shall meet the lord of death even though you do not have a terminal disease you too are going to die It was I who brought your soul to life it was I who articulated your most sacred beliefs And she raised her robe and she drew out a knife and she was going to meet out justice
His face was hard and caked with sweat His arms ached and his hands were wet You're a murderous queen and bloody wife If you dont mind I’ll have the knife
His face was hard his race was resistant to persuasion or appeal; obdurate and caked with sweat and had suffered much over years, as for a misdeed His arms ached and his hands were wet he had been cruxified You're a murderous queen and bloody wife If you dont mind I’ll have the knife under the knife Informal undergo surgery.
We're two of a kind and our blood runs hot But we're no way similar in body or thought All husbands are good men is all I knew Then she pierced him to the heart and his blood did flow
His knees went limp and he reached for the door His doom was sealed he slipped to the floor He whispered in her ear this is all your fault My fighting days have come to a halt
She touched his lips and kissed his cheek He tried to speak but his breath was weak You die for me I will die for you She put the blade to her heart and she ran it though
All three lovers together in a heap Thrown into the grave forever to sleep Funeral torches blazed away Through the towns and the villages all night and all day