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Townes Van Zandt – Pancho & Lefty from a 1993 TV Performance


Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath’s as hard as kerosene


https://i1.wp.com/www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/Sarah/townes-1-2-3.jpgThe late great Townes Van Zandt performs this classic – one of his many classics – in 1993. He was unfortunately getting towards the end of his days then, and years of hitting the bottle hard were beginning to take their toll.

I was lucky enough to see Townes perform in a small club in Dublin around this time. Although he’d obviously been trying out a few gallons of the local beverages all day, the show was most memorable and enjoyable, with lots of banter and great stories from Townes between the classic songs.

A much neglected songwriter, Townes is very badly missed.

“Townes Van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world. And I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.”

— Steve Earle

“I’ve met Bob Dylan and his bodyguards, and I don’t think Steve [Earle] could get anywhere near his coffee table.”

— Townes Van Zandt

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Townes first recorded this track for his 1972 album, The Late Great Townes Van Zandt. It gained wider renown later when Emmylou Harris covered the song for her 1977 album, Luxury Liner.


https://i2.wp.com/www.avclub.com/content/files/images/Be-Here-To-Love-Me.article.jpgLater again, the song became a number one country hit in 1983 when Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson adopted it as the title track of their duet album, Pancho & Lefty.

In waves of wonderful poetry, the song tells the story of a Mexican bandit named Pancho and a more enigmatic character, Lefty. It speaks of Pancho’s death, implying that he was betrayed by his associate Lefty who was paid off by the Mexican Federales. ( All the Federales say they could have had him any day, They only let him hang around out of kindness I suppose)

Although many initially assume that the song is about the famous Mexican revolutionary Pancho Villa, Van Zandt always denied this. Furthermore, the lyrics are not easily reconciled with the historic details of Villa’s life and death.

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean

Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath’s as hard as kerosene
You weren’t your mama’s only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That’s the way it goes

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can’t sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty’s mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain’t nobody knows

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty’s livin’ in a cheap hotel
The desert’s quiet and Cleveland’s cold
So the story ends we’re told
Pancho needs your prayers it’s true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he’s growing old

A few grey Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

March 19, 2008 Posted by | THE SONG, Townes Van Zandt, _MUSIC, _POETRY, _VIDEO | Leave a comment

Bob Dylan – Visions Of Johanna

Dylan performs this 1966 Blonde on Blonde classic in an outtake from Scorcese’s “No Direction Home”.

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And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn


Considered by many to be one of Dylan’s greatest works, Bob referred to it as his favorite song on the Blonde on Blonde album which captured that “Wild, Thin, Mercury sound”.

The identity of Johanna has been very widely speculated upon. Foremost among the ‘theories’ are that the titular “Johanna”:

1. Refers to Joan Baez

2. Relates to “Gehenna” and “Ge-Hinnom”, from a Hebrew word for Hell.

3. Refers to Vincent van Gogh’s sister-in-law, Johanna Gezina van Gogh (Bonger), who was largely responsible for Van’s eventual emergence as a major artist.

4. Refers to The Infinite or to God.


Another theory is that the song contains a lot of references to drugs, perhaps heroin, and has a general hallucinogenic mood. Some of the lyrics that suggest this most overtly include:

  • one character “Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall“,
  • the lines “Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while” and
  • “When the jelly-faced women all sneeze / Hear the one with the mustache say, ‘Jeeze / I can’t find my knees'”

However, none of these druggy claims are supported by statements made by Dylan, who once said, “I don’t know how to write drug songs, I wouldn’t know where to start.”

Joan Baez herself believed that she was the inspiration for the song – although, somewhat immodestly, Baez claims her importance in a number of Dylan works. (I also believe Baez claims to have written most of “Blood on the Tracks” and some of “Desire”!!)

The song was originally titled “Seems Like a Freeze Out” and studio recordings released on bootleg under this title have a much faster tempo (more similar to Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way And I’ll Go Mine) and, in the fifth verse, contain the additional line, “He examines the nightingale’s code”.

A version often cited as superior to the studio recording took place at the famous Manchester Free Trade Hall concert in 1966. This concert has since been released as the fourth volume of the Bootleg Series, titled “The Royal Albert Hall Concert” as a jab at bootleggers who had erroneously referred to the Manchester concert as such for years prior.

In Perth, during the Australia tour of 1966, Dylan treated the audience to an otherwise unknown verse of “Visions of Johanna”. This verse introduces two new characters, Amelia, who describes Australia as “God’s favourite failure“, and “A Maya with gloves“, who talks about love and chocolate. There is no indication that Dylan has performed this verse on any other occasion.

Commenting on this song, critic Mike Marqusee (Chimes of Freedom: The Politics of Bob Dylan’s Art, 2003) characterises it as ‘Dylan’s definitive treatment of “strandedness”‘, and notes that ‘in contrast to most of the material in “Blonde on Blonde”, he brought it to the studio as a finished composition’. He later comments ‘In VoJ, Dylan is stranded between extremes – total freedom and abject slavery.’

Others have subjected the words to poetic ‘close reading’ and have found in it a wealth of allusion, for example, to William Blake. Jonny Thakkar (Visions of Infinity, The Owl Journal, Hilary Term 2007) says ‘Louise represents the earthly, the prosaic, the finite; and Johanna represents the pure, the poetic, the infinite’.

Whoever or whatever Johanna may be, in the end is not actually that important. What is important is that Visions Of Johanna is a masterpiece of poetry, of songwriting.


Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?

We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft

In this room the heat pipes just cough

The country music station plays soft

But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain

And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight

Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane

Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near

She’s delicate and seems like the mirror

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear

That Johanna’s not here

The ghost of ‘lectricity howls in the bones of her face

Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

And when bringing her name up

He speaks of a farewell kiss to me

He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all

Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall

How can I explain?

Oh, it’s so hard to get on

And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

You can tell by the way she smiles

See the primitive wallflower freeze

When the jelly-faced women all sneeze

Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze

I can’t find my knees”

Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him

Sayin’, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”

But like Louise always says

“Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?”

As she, herself, prepares for him

And Madonna, she still has not showed

We see this empty cage now corrode

Where her cape of the stage once had flowed

The fiddler, he now steps to the road

He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed

On the back of the fish truck that loads

While my conscience explodes

The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

March 19, 2008 Posted by | THE SONG, _BOB DYLAN, _MUSIC, _POETRY, _VIDEO | Leave a comment

Leonard Cohen – One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong


One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong


I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.
But the room just filled up with mosquitos,
they heard that my body was free.
Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night
and I put it in your little shoe.
And then I confess that I tortured the dress
that you wore for the world to look through.
I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.
Then he wrote himself a prescription,
and your name was mentioned in it!
Then he locked himself in a library shelf
with the details of our honeymoon,
and I hear from the nurse that he’s gotten much worse
and his practice is all in a ruin.

I heard of a saint who had loved you,
so I studied all night in his school.
He taught that the duty of lovers
is to tarnish the golden rule.
And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
he drowned himself in the pool.
His body is gone but back here on the lawn
his spirit continues to drool.

An Eskimo showed me a movie
he’d recently taken of you:
the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
his lips and his fingers were blue.
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.

March 14, 2008 Posted by | Leonard Cohen, THE SONG, _POETRY | Leave a comment

Leonard Cohen – Hallelujah

Leonard Cohen – Hallelujah

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah


(Original version from the Various Positions LP)


March 14, 2008 Posted by | Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen, THE SONG, _MUSIC, _POETRY, _VIDEO | Leave a comment

Leonard Cohen – Sisters Of Mercy

Sisters of Mercy

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.


March 14, 2008 Posted by | Leonard Cohen, THE SONG, _POETRY | Leave a comment

Leonard Cohen – Chelsea Hotel #1

Chelsea Hotel #1
(significantly different to the released Chelsea Hotel #2)

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

You were talking so brave and so sweet

Giving me head on the unmade bed

While the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons and that was New York.

I was running for the money and the flesh

I was running for the money and the flesh

That was called love, for the workers in song

And it still is for those of us left.

Oh but you got away, didn’t you baby

You just threw it all to the ground

You got away, they can’t pay you now

For making your sweet little sound, come on make it, baby

Making your sweet little sound, let’s all do it

Making your sweet little sound, I can hear it

Making your sweet little sound

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

Then I went to Tennessee

Sittin’ by the creek with Willie Yore

And Kit Marley came to visit me

For those were the reasons and that was New York.

I was running for the money and the flesh

That was called love for the workers in song

And it still is for the few of us left.

Oh but you got away, didn’t you baby

You just threw it all to the ground

You got away on your deepest dream

Making your sweet little sound on the jukebox

Making your sweet little sound on transistor radio

Making your sweet little sound, for the royalties

Making your sweet little sound, let me follow you

Making your sweet little song, let me follow you

Making your sweet little song, don’t leave me now

Making your sweet little song, all the way now

Giving me head on the unmade bed

A great surprise lying with you, baby

Making your sweet little sound.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

That was the winter of ‘67

My friends of that year, they were trying to go queer

And me, I was just getting even.

Those were the reasons and that was New York

I was running for the fucking money and the flesh

That was called love for the workers in song

And it still is for the few of us left.

Ah but you got away, didn’t you baby

You just turn your back on the pain

You got away on your wildest dream

Racing the midnight train, I can see it

Racing the midnight train with no clothes on, baby

See all your things torn on the ground

All of your clothing, no piece to cover you

Shining your eyes in my deepest corner

Shining your eyes in my darkest corner

Racing the midnight train, I can’t catch you baby

Racing the midnight train.



March 14, 2008 Posted by | Leonard Cohen, THE SONG, _POETRY | Leave a comment

Bob Dylan – Versions of the majestic Girl From The North Country

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Bob Dylan – Versions of the majestic Girl From The North Country
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Girl From The North Country represents one of Dylan’s best moments, which, given the extent and unequalled quality of his catalogue, is saying something.

It’s a beautiful haunting cry of lonely love and the sort of longing that eats your soul from the inside out.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all.
Many times I’ve often prayed
in the darkness of my night
Girl From The North Country first appeared on Dylan’s magnificent second album “The Freewheelin Bob Dylan” released in 1963.

BTW the really excellent outtakes from the extended 1962 sessions for The Freewheelin Bob Dylan are rather wonderfully described here TFBD Outtakes !!;

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“REMEMBER ME TO ONE WHO LIVES THERE,
SHE ONCE WAS A TRUE LOVE OF MINE”

A young Bob Dylan, during his first visit to London in early 60s, had been very impressed by English Folkie Martin Carthy’s version of songs such as “Lord Franklin” and “Scarborough Fair”.

And from “Scarborough Fair”, Dylan here borrowed a few couplets and a musical notes! But of it, comes something new and beautiful. Art fucks art and makes new art!

Paul Simon, of course, was less scrupulous and ripped off Carthy’s entire version of “Scarborough Fair”!

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BOB DYLAN – GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY (LIVE)

Here are some wonderful live performances of this classic by his Bobness, as well as one performance with the great Johnny Cash;




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GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,

Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm,

To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,

That’s the way I remember her best.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all.
Many times I’ve often prayed
I
n the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

This here is a collection of some 17 versions of one of Dylan’s wonderful song. I know there are a number of other GFTNC covers and some good Bob performances of GFTNC on various live boots …. but due to file size limits, they ain’t here ! Thanks to blandyob for assembling most of these … but apologies for muzak-makers Counting Crows and MOR monster Rod Stewart being involved !!

Tracklisting

01. Bob Dylan & Johnny Cash – Girl From The North Country (Live from the Johnny Cash TV Show recorded May 1969 )
02. Jim James, M. Ward & Conor Oberst – Girl From The North Country (Mojo: Dylan Covered) 03. Secret Machines – Girl From The North Country (The Road leads where it’s Led)
04. Robert Plant – Girl From The North Country (Strange Sessions Version)
05. Rod Stewart – Girl From The North Country (I’ve had a shit week this week and really don’t need to be exposed to this nasty noise purveyor!)
06. Eels – Girl From The North Country (KCRW Morning Becomes Eclectic)
07. Eels – Girl From The North Country (Eels with Strings Tour)
08. Leo Kottke – Girl From The North Country (North Country OST)
09. Counting Crows – Girl From The North Country (Live from Shim Sha 2003)
10.Pete Townshend – North Country Girl (80s-out version of Girl From The North Country)
11.Dear Nora – Girl From The North Country (Mates of State & Dear Nora 7″)
12.The Black Crowes – Girl From The North Country (Live, Henry Fonda Theatre,22 Oct’05)
13. Sam Bush – Girl From The North Country (Ice Caps: Peaks of Telluride)
14. Waterboys – Girl From The North Country
15. Francis Cabrel & Jean Jacques Goldman – La Fille Du Nord (Girl From The North Country)
16. Colin Best (2002-04-11 Crooked Bar)
17. Bob Dylan & Johnny Cash – Girl From The North Country 1 (from Dylan / Cash Sessions)
17. Bob Dylan & Johnny Cash – Girl From The North Country 2 (from Dylan / Cash Sessions)

Here she be:


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March 14, 2008 Posted by | Johnny Cash, Music_Bootleg, Music_ClassicRock, THE SONG, _BOB DYLAN, _MUSIC, _POETRY, _VIDEO | Leave a comment

The Church – Under The Milky Way

Here’s The Church’s greatest individual moment in the magnificent Under The Milky Way.

A superbly crafted, beautiful, evocative, perfect pop song. I never tire of listening to it.

The durability of this wonderful track was seen in the Donnie Darko OST where it blew away all other good tracks on there.


Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty,

Sound of their breath fades with the light.
I think about the loveless fascination,
Under the milky way tonight.

Lower the curtain down in Memphis,
Lower the curtain down all right.
I got no time for private consultation,
Under the milky way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.

And its something quite peculiar,
Something that’s shimmering and white.
Leads you here despite your destination,
Under the milky way tonight
Under the milky way tonight.

Here are the boys performing Under The Milky Way

February 26, 2008 Posted by | Music_Alternative, The Church, THE SONG, _MUSIC, _POETRY, _VIDEO | Leave a comment

Bob Dylan – One Too Many Mornings

Down the street the dogs are barking
And the day is getting dark.
As the night comes in a-falling,
The dogs’ll lose their bark.
And the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind,
For I’m one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.

From the crossroads of my doorstep,
My eyes they start to fade,
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid.
And I gaze back to the street,
The sidewalk and the sign,
And I’m one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.

It’s a restless hungry feeling
That don’t mean no one no good,
When everything I’m saying
You can say it just as good.
You’re right from your side,
I’m right from mine.
We’re both just one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.


January 8, 2008 Posted by | THE SONG, _BOB DYLAN, _POETRY | Leave a comment

Best Love Song Ever: Dylan’s majestic "Sara"

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This http://www.ew.com place seems to be some sort of pantheon to a yuppie cultureless dystopian wonderland!

They’ve concocted a list as follows; Best Love Songs Ever: The Top 25! (http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20047752_5,00.html )

The list is a fucking joke! Where to start? Let’s go with Whitney Houston at number 6 with that viliest of vile dirges, ”I Will Always Love You”? (don’t worry lil crack ho Whitney, I Will Always love to hate You’!)

Have these cunts never listened to Dylan’s catalogue, never played the majestic lovetorn Desire, never drowned in the magnificence of Sara? Bah fucking humbug!

Not that ”If Not for You” isn’t great, it is (and why is this one only number 20 on the list?)

http://www.youtube.com/v/HhAdXTdTmUM&rel=1

20. ”If Not for You”
Bob Dylan (1970)

In the vast catalog of Dylan tunes about matters of the heart, only a few qualify as unambiguous love songs, with this the loveliest. While George Harrison’s guitar gently weeps in the background, Zimmy speaks his heart: ”I’d be sad and blue, if not for you.” Who says his lyrics are inscrutable?

Watch a Dylan/George Harrison duet on YouTube

But there are many more Dylan masterpieces that are even better love songs (Tangled up in Blue etc etc etc) , but top of the heap is the magnificent Sara.

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A paean to Dylan’s then estranged wife, the eponymous Sara is a beautiful ode to troubled yet enduring love. Love that eats into your soul and resides there no matter what. And wedded love at that, which must be the rarest of love-song sub-genres.

Sara is a celebratory aria to love’s wondrous moments, love’s delicate fragility.

Sara is an aching plea of longing in the endless sleepless night of life.

Sara is unsurpassed in it’s perfection.


I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach.
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara,
Whatever made you want to change your mind?
Sara, Sara,
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin’ with their pails in the sand,
They run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin’ out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara,
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
Sara, Sara,
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleepin’ in the woods by a fire in the night,
Drinkin’ white rum in a Portugal bar,
Them playin’ leapfrog and hearin’ about Snow White,
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara,
It’s all so clear, I could never forget,
Sara, Sara,
Lovin’ you is the one thing I’ll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,
I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through,
Stayin’ up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
Writin’ “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” for you.

Sara, Sara,
Wherever we travel we’re never apart.
Sara, oh Sara,
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

How did I meet you? I don’t know.
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, oh Sara,
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,
Sara, Sara,
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.
You always responded when I needed your help,
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, oh Sara,
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,
Sara, oh Sara,
Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go.

Here’s the greatest love song ever forged in the human soul! Enjoy!

January 2, 2008 Posted by | Music_ClassicRock, THE SONG, _BOB DYLAN, _MUSIC, _POETRY, _VIDEO | Leave a comment