Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2013 16:46:35 GMT
I thought I would have a bit of a ramble about someone who's music I love yet who is sadly under-rated. In fact, he's not under-rated, he's not rated at all!
A bit of a shame I think. I love his voice and his witty, clever, sometimes political and sometimes touching lyrics are always interesting and intelligent.
Now I'm not saying Dylan should be worried or anything, just that he doesn't get the recognition he deserves IMHO. I've included the lyrics of some favourites here minus the choruses. See what you think.
He has at this moment only ever made four original studio albums:-
1. I Can't Stand Still
2. Building The Perfect Beast
3. The End of The Innocence
4. Inside Job
Sorry, I can't find clips for 'Annabel' or 'Gimme What You Got' Kind of makes my point about him being under-rated, I bet you can find every piece of sh1t recording by Justin Bieber or 1 Direction
In Annabel he watches his daughter sleep and writes -
I watch you sleeping
My weary heart rises up on wings
I hear your laughter
Something deep down inside me sings
Way down here in the land of cotton
You were born on a rainy day
Since then, sweet things long forgotten
They just keep flooding back my way
Oh child, I cannot tell you how the time just flies
But I have had my days of glory under sunny skies
These days, your bright dreams are all I want to see
Sleep tight, Annabel
You can always count on me . . .
Here he takes a wry look at the state of American 'News' channels (unfortunately ours seem to be heading the same way) -
I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Gimme What You Got is a critique of the state of society in today's America (maybe in our country as well?), criticising the greed is good, consumerist, throwaway culture that seems to dominate. I just love the line - You cross a lawyer with the godfather, baby
Make you an offer that you can't understand
Baby picks off your plate--yours looks better
And she throws hers on the floor
Here, in the home of the brave
And the land of the free
The first word that baby learns is more
So you're out there floating like a big, puffy cloud
With the pool and the charcoal
And the kids and the wife
Til the reruns of your dreams are interrupted
And you step out into life
Now it's take and take takeover, takeover
It's all take and never give
All these trumped up towers
They're just golden showers
Where are people supposed to live?
You can arm yourself, alarm yourself
But there's nowhere you can run
Cause a man with a briefcase
Can steal more money
Than any man with a gun
You got the price of admission--
You don't have to ask permission
To take somethin' from another man
You cross a lawyer with the godfather, baby
Make you an offer that you can't understand
From Main Street to Wall Street to Washington
From men to women to men
It's a nation of noses pressed up against the glass
They've seen it on the TV
And they want it pretty fast
You spend your whole life
Just pilin' it up there
You got stacks and stacks and stacks
Then, Gabriel comes and taps you on the shoulder
But you don't see no hearses with luggage racks
Lastly, in 'New York Minute', he looks at the loneliness in todays modern big-city culture - Listen for the gorgeous fretless bass from the wonderful Pino Palladino -
Harry got up, dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
In the morning
He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfurl
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore
Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own
'Cause one day they're here
Next day they're gone
I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were fallin' around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark
'Baby, I've changed, please come back'
What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
I know the days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there's somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe
A bit of a shame I think. I love his voice and his witty, clever, sometimes political and sometimes touching lyrics are always interesting and intelligent.
Now I'm not saying Dylan should be worried or anything, just that he doesn't get the recognition he deserves IMHO. I've included the lyrics of some favourites here minus the choruses. See what you think.
He has at this moment only ever made four original studio albums:-
1. I Can't Stand Still
2. Building The Perfect Beast
3. The End of The Innocence
4. Inside Job
Sorry, I can't find clips for 'Annabel' or 'Gimme What You Got' Kind of makes my point about him being under-rated, I bet you can find every piece of sh1t recording by Justin Bieber or 1 Direction
In Annabel he watches his daughter sleep and writes -
I watch you sleeping
My weary heart rises up on wings
I hear your laughter
Something deep down inside me sings
Way down here in the land of cotton
You were born on a rainy day
Since then, sweet things long forgotten
They just keep flooding back my way
Oh child, I cannot tell you how the time just flies
But I have had my days of glory under sunny skies
These days, your bright dreams are all I want to see
Sleep tight, Annabel
You can always count on me . . .
Here he takes a wry look at the state of American 'News' channels (unfortunately ours seem to be heading the same way) -
I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Gimme What You Got is a critique of the state of society in today's America (maybe in our country as well?), criticising the greed is good, consumerist, throwaway culture that seems to dominate. I just love the line - You cross a lawyer with the godfather, baby
Make you an offer that you can't understand
Baby picks off your plate--yours looks better
And she throws hers on the floor
Here, in the home of the brave
And the land of the free
The first word that baby learns is more
So you're out there floating like a big, puffy cloud
With the pool and the charcoal
And the kids and the wife
Til the reruns of your dreams are interrupted
And you step out into life
Now it's take and take takeover, takeover
It's all take and never give
All these trumped up towers
They're just golden showers
Where are people supposed to live?
You can arm yourself, alarm yourself
But there's nowhere you can run
Cause a man with a briefcase
Can steal more money
Than any man with a gun
You got the price of admission--
You don't have to ask permission
To take somethin' from another man
You cross a lawyer with the godfather, baby
Make you an offer that you can't understand
From Main Street to Wall Street to Washington
From men to women to men
It's a nation of noses pressed up against the glass
They've seen it on the TV
And they want it pretty fast
You spend your whole life
Just pilin' it up there
You got stacks and stacks and stacks
Then, Gabriel comes and taps you on the shoulder
But you don't see no hearses with luggage racks
Lastly, in 'New York Minute', he looks at the loneliness in todays modern big-city culture - Listen for the gorgeous fretless bass from the wonderful Pino Palladino -
Harry got up, dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
In the morning
He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfurl
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore
Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own
'Cause one day they're here
Next day they're gone
I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were fallin' around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark
'Baby, I've changed, please come back'
What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
I know the days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there's somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe