| | | Along with myself, a lot of the teens/early twenties kids I knew had a "Dylan phase" that lasted a good while. I have to admit we took some delight back then in our parents' revulsion of him. In fact, I can't remember any older adult who liked him.
It wasn't so much about making sense out of a lot of his lyrics, it was the imagery they evoked. Non-sequiturs on steroids, punctuated by lucid insights (like the last line of what I put below). I can understand why he has lifelong fans.
Dylan's explanation in the clip about where the lyrics come from was a bit eerie, like he's still struggling to find out how they came, calling it magical. "Try to sit down and write something like that ..." - referring to It's Alright, Ma. But it's all left him he says.
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon, there is no sense in trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying |
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