Saturday, November 11, 2006

On Repeat - Modern Times, Ancient Wisdom

How does he do it? The cavernous depths of Bob Dylan's mind has thrown up yet another collection of words, tunes and images that will endure the ravages of time. I approach geezer albums (read the Boss, Santana, Clapton... heck even Sir Paul) warily, with a touch of sadness, yearning for what once was. Then Dylan waltzes in, sounding as fresh as he did through the earthy strains of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. He's gotten personal, he's gotten wiser, he's even gotten wonderfully romantic and his voice carasses the instrumentation, gently remiding you its still there, lest you're lost in his words. I've noticed the word 'dylan-esque' doing the rounds in the description of every singer/songwriter not worth his harmonica. In the real world there is only one man, still writing, still touring, still rolling, still tumbling who deserves that high praise - Mr. Robert Allen Zimmerman.

Check out the lyrics of Spirit On The Water from Modern Times -

Spirit on the water
Darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking about you baby
I can't hardly sleep

I'm traveling by land
Traveling through the dawn of day
You're always on my mind
I can't stay away

I'd forgotten about you
Then you turned up again
I always knew
We were meant to be more than friends

When you're near
It's just as plain as it can be
I'm wild about you, gal
You ought to be a fool about me

Can't explain
The sources of this hidden pain
You burned your way into my heart
You got the key to my brain

I've been trampling through mud
Praying to the powers above
I'm sweating blood
You got a face that begs for love

Life without you
Doesn't mean a thing to me
If I can't have you
I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea

Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't treat me right
You do good all day
And then you do wrong all night

When you're with me
I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say
What does it matter
What price I pay

I see you there
I'm blinded by the colors I see
I take good care
Of what belongs to me

I hear your name
Ringing up and down the line
I'm saying it plain
These ties are strong enough to bind

Now your sweet voice
Calls out from some old familiar shrine
I got no choice
Can't believe these things would ever fade from your mind

I could live forever
With you perfectly
You don't ever
Have to make a fuss over me

From East to West
Ever since the world began
I only mean it for the best
I want to be with you any way I can

I been in a brawl
Now I'm feeling the wall
I'm going away baby
I won't be back 'til fall

High on the hill
You can carry all my thoughts with you
You've numbed my will
This love could tear me in two

I wanna be with you in paradise
And it seems so unfair
I can't go to paradise no more
I killed a man back there

You think I'm over the hill
You think I'm past my prime
Let me see what you got
We can have a whoppin' good time

Need I say more?

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