Monday, December 20, 2010

Musical Interlude ~Journey Through Dark Heat~Dylan

I'm too tired to write today, but never too tired to listen to someone else who can do it like this. There are too many lines in here to pick from but I'm going to quote a few--the woman who's "drifting...like a satellite,"  the  "babe in the arms of a woman in a rage," who  "winds back the clock and turns back the page/on a book that  nobody can write.."  and  "..there's a lion in the road/there's a demon escaped..."  not to mention, " there's a white diamond moon on the dark side of this room, and a pathway that leads up to the stars/ if you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars...."

and finally for all you Gemini's (of whom Dylan is one, of course): "I fought with my twin, that enemy within/ ’Till both of us fell by the way.."

So without further ado :




This is from the 1978 album, Street Legal

6 comments:

  1. Argh! Sony blocked it from being viewed in Canada on copyright grounds. Can you believe that?

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  2. My favorite songs of his are the old "Mister Tambourine Man" (wish I'd written that!) and the newer "Not Dark Yet."

    to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand wavin free...

    I'm telling ya, us geminis can never decide on just one of anything!

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  3. @Sherry Blue Sky: That is just wrong. Maybe you can get it straight from youtube.

    @FB: Not familiar with much of his new stuff. Other than 'I used to care/but things have changed...' I need to catch up. Actually picking just two favorites is pretty good--I could do a dozen and still find more.

    @Mama Zen Amen.

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  4. Helluva song. But Dylan always did get it right as far as I am concerned.

    The other you mentioned by ARA was spot on, too. Thanks.

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  5. Glad you enjoyed. Music helps with that whole sanity thing, I find.

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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