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Bob Dylan Name-drops Stevie and Lindsey in New Song
Bob Dylan just released a new song today, "Murder Most Foul", and it is really strange, and long. The first half of the song deals with the JFK assassination, but the second half is like a free association of different songs and artists.
At 13:42, it sounds like Dylan sings, "Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks." Stevie's name is obvious, but it sure sounds like the other name is "Lindsey." Maybe Bob is a shipper after all! https://youtu.be/3NbQkyvbw18 Bob has a long history of naming famous people in his songs, going back to the 60s, but this is the weirdest and longest grouping of names he's done yet, although they're all musicians for the most part (including Don Henley, Glenn Frey, and Carl Wilson). |
MURDER MOST FOUL
BY BOB DYLAN Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63 A day that will live on in infamy President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high Good day to be livin' and a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb He said, 'Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?' 'Of course we do. We know who you are.' Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car Shot down like a dog in broad daylight Was a matter of timing and the timing was right You gotta pay debts; we've come to collect We're gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face We've already got someone here to take your place The day they blew out the brains of the king Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise Right there in front of everyone's eyes Greatest magic trick ever under the sun Perfectly executed, skillfully done Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul Hush, little children. You'll understand The Beatles are comin'; they're gonna hold your hand Slide down the banister, go get your coat Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags Pick up the pieces and lower the flags I'm going to Woodstock; it's the Aquarian Age Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage Put your head out the window; let the good times roll There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll Stack up the bricks, pour the cement Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas Try to make it to the triple underpass Blackface singer, whiteface clown Better not show your faces after the sun goes down Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat Living in a nightmare on Elm Street When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe Don't ask what your country can do for you Cash on the ballot, money to burn Dealey Plaza, make left-hand turn I'm going down to the crossroads; gonna flag a ride The place where faith, hope, and charity died Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can See if you can shoot the invisible man Goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam Frankly, my Scarlet, I don't give a damn What is the truth, and where did it go? Ask Oswald and Ruby; they oughta know 'Shut your mouth,' said the wise old owl Business is business, and it's a murder most foul Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen I'm riding in a long, black limousine Riding in the backseat next to my wife Heading straight on in to the afterlife I'm leaning to the left; got my head in her lap Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give We're right down the street from the street where you live They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain What more could they do? They piled on the pain But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that Freedom, oh freedom. Freedom from need I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free Send me some lovin'; tell me no lies Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by Wake up, little Suzie; let's go for a drive Cross the Trinity River; let's keep hope alive Turn the radio on; don't touch the dials Parkland hospital, only six more miles You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline Never shot anyone from in front or behind I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier Zapruder's film I seen night before It's vile and deceitful. It's cruel and it's mean Ugliest thing that you ever have seen They killed him once and they killed him twice Killed him like a human sacrifice The day that they killed him, someone said to me, 'Son The age of the Antichrist has only begun.' Air Force One coming in through the gate Johnson sworn in at 2:38 Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel It is what it is, and it's murder most foul What's new, pussycat? What'd I say? I said the soul of a nation been torn away And it's beginning to go into a slow decay And that it's 36 hours past Judgment Day Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues He's going on and on at the top of his lungs Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack Play it for me in my long Cadillac Play me that 'Only the Good Die Young' Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung St. James Infirmary and the Port of King James If you want to remember, you better write down the names Play Etta James, too. Play 'I'd Rather Go Blind' Play it for the man with the telepathic mind Play John Lee Hooker. Play 'Scratch My Back.' Play it for that strip club owner named Jack Guitar Slim going down slow Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe Play 'Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood' Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey Take it to the limit and let it go by Play it for Karl Wirsum, too Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue Play tragedy, play 'Twilight Time' Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime Play another one and 'Another One Bites the Dust' Play 'The Old Rugged Cross' and 'In God We Trust' Ride the pink horse down the long, lonesome road Stand there and wait for his head to explode Play 'Mystery Train' for Mr. Mystery The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree Play it for the Reverend; play it for the Pastor Play it for the dog that got no master Play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz Play 'Blue Sky'; play Dickey Betts Play Hot Pepper, Thelonious Monk Charlie Parker and all that junk All that junk and 'All That Jazz' Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd Play the numbers, play the odds Play 'Cry Me A River' for the Lord of the gods Play Number 9, play Number 6 Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks Play Nat King Cole, play 'Nature Boy' Play 'Down In The Boondocks' for Terry Malloy Play 'It Happened One Night' and 'One Night of Sin' There's 12 Million souls that are listening in Play 'Merchant to Venice', play 'Merchants of Death' Play 'Stella by Starlight' for Lady Macbeth Don't worry, Mr. President. Help's on the way Your brothers are coming; there'll be hell to pay Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell? Tell them, 'We're waiting. Keep coming.' We'll get them as well The field is where his plane touched down But it never did get back up off the ground Was a hard act to follow, second to none They killed him on the altar of the rising sun Play 'Misty' for me and 'That Old Devil Moon' Play 'Anything Goes' and 'Memphis in June' Play 'Lonely At the Top' and 'Lonely Are the Brave' Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play 'Lucille' Play 'Deep In a Dream', and play 'Driving Wheel' Play 'Moonlight Sonata' in F-sharp And 'A Key to the Highway' for the king on the harp Play 'Marching Through Georgia' and 'Dumbaroton's Drums' Play darkness and death will come when it comes Play 'Love Me Or Leave Me' by the great Bud Powell Play 'The Blood-stained Banner', play 'Murder Most Foul' |
The irony. :laugh:
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Oh, if ONLY this were about only Lindsey and Stevie. A good Hamlet allusion is befitting and apropos of this heinous act. "Murder most foul," indeed!
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https://nypost.com/2020/03/27/bob-dy...assassination/ Bob Dylan releases 17-minute song about John F. Kennedy assassination By Variety March 27, 2020 | 2:23am For years, Bob Dylan fans have spoken in a sort of hushed awe about the longest song he ever released, “Highlands,” an album side-length 1997 track that ran 16 minutes and 31 seconds. Now, 23 years later, he’s slightly outdone himself. As the clock struck midnight on the east coast Friday morning, Dylan released a new song, “Murder Most Foul,” that has a 16:57 running time — and it’s an epic free association on the 1963 assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Little information was given about the surprise track, except for a brief statement from Dylan himself: “Greetings to my fans and followers with gratitude for all your support and loyalty over the years. “This is an unreleased song we recorded a while back that you might find interesting. “Stay safe, stay observant and may God be with you. “Bob Dylan” A Dylan representative said the statement was all the information they would be releasing about the song, so whether “a while back” means a matter of months or many years remains a mystery. Dylan’s last album of original material, “Tempest,” came out in 2012, although he has released three sets of his interpretations of songs from the Great American Songbook in-between, the last of which was the triple-album “Triplicate” in three years ago. Rumors have been rampant that this year Dylan might be releasing his first album of self-penned songs in eight years, but there’s been no confirmation of that. The lyrics of the monumental track will fascinate Dylanologists who’ve waited years for something fresh to dissect, since there’s literally half an album’s worth of material just in one track here. At times the lyrics speak literally of the Kennedy assassination, with a bent toward conspiratorial takes on the event, but as the song goes along it breaks more freely into a pop-culture fantasia. Against a minimal bed of violin, piano and light percussion, Dylan frequently references or riffs on 1960s events, catchphrases or titles, with lines that include: “The Beatles are coming, they’e gonna hold your hand” (the arrival of the Fab Four in America in early 1964 is regarded by some as a tonic to the lingering depression from the assassination); “ferry cross the Mersey and go for the throat” (only part of which is a nod to Gerry and the Pacemakers); “Tommy can you hear me, I’m the Acid Queen,” and “I’m going to Woodstock, it’s the Aquarian age / Then I’ll go to Altamont and stand near the stage.” Dylan doesn’t have his head entirely in the ’60s: “Frankly Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn” also comes up for a citation. And eventually, so do — moving into the ’70s, and beyond and back — Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks, Don Henley and Glenn Frey, the Allman Brothers Band’s Dickey Betts, “Only the Good Die Young, “Nightmare on Elm Street,” Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd, Art Pepper, Oscar Peterson, Stan Getz, “Charlie Parker and all that junk,” Nat King Cole, Marilyn Monroe, John Lee Hooker, Wolfman Jack, Patsy Cline, Houdini, “Wake Up Little Suzy,” “Let the Good Times Roll,” “The Old Rugged Cross,” “Down in the Boondocks,” “The Merchant of Venice,” “Memphis in June,” “Moonlight Sonata,” “Play Misty for Me,” “Lonely at the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave.” Occasionally, Dylan directly marries his pop-culture references and the assassination, as when he sings, “You got me Dizzy Miss Lizzy, you fill me with lead.” Or: “What’s new pussycat, what’d I say / I said the soul of a nation been torn away.” When it comes to the actual assassination, Dylan doesn’t skimp on the details: “They blew off his head while he was still in the car,” he sings in the first stanza. Later on, he traces the car’s frantic exit away from Dealey Plaza in Dallas, even taking the first-person point of view of the deceased Kennedy: “Riding in the backseat next to my wife / And it’s straight on into the afterlife / I’m leaning to the left I got my head in her lap…” He gets specific about details following the death, too — like “Johnson sworn in at 2:38.” He also takes the point of view of Kennedys assailant — or, in his view, assailants — singing provocative lines like, “We’ve already got someone here to take your place,” or, of Kennedy’s brothers, “we’ll get them as well.” In the song’s view, the killing of JFK, “right there in front of everyone’s eyes,” is the “greatest magic trick” — and one he presumably thinks has some relevance in 2020. |
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there are quite a lot of versions of the lyrics around, but none of 'em seem to be completely correct - and an official version hasn't surfaced yet. btw - are lindsey and stevie the only dropped names of folks still alive (haven't got the time to check 'em all out)? |
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Yes- pretty sure it's Carl Wilson...though apparently there was a notable 1970's artist called Karl Wirsum. Don Henley and Dickey Betts are still alive as are 2 of the Beatles (though not named). |
Isn’t it weeeiiirrd that the lyric isn’t “Play it for Neil and Stevie Nicks”??!
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This was her at her most beautiful. |
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