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Originally Posted by Nico
I love this entire album. I've kinda always had a thing for Jakob Dylan since the Wallflowers first started, years ago. Love his music, love him. He's deep...er. yeah,I love his dad to but that's neither here nor there.  |
I'm a big Bob Dylan fan too. I've never really heard the Wallflowers (or liked what I've heard) but I do like the Jakob Dylan solo album - nothing like his father really but very good album nonetheless. Also, Nico, I noticed that you posted Jackson Browne lyrics, he has to be one of the best songwriters around!
I don't think I can ever contribute to this thread, I don't even know where I'd start on the Bob Dylan lyrics. Hmm maybe just one song...
Man in the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high,
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry,
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of goodbye, note even a note,
She gone with the man
In the long black coat.
Somebody seen him hanging around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town,
He looked into her eyes when she stopped to ask
If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask.
Somebody said from the Bible he'd quote
There was dust on the man
In the long black coat.
Preacher was a talkin' there's a sermon he gave,
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved,
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied.
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat,
She gave her heart to the man
In the long black coat.
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way.
Bridge: But people don't live or die, people just float.
She went with the man
In the long black coat.
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June,
Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beating the dead horse.
She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote,
She gone with the man
In the long black coat.
Its just one of so many brilliant Dylan songs, that conveys such imagery. Gotta love ole Bob!