August
1, 2004
iranian.com
Bob
Dylan often baffles people. An unseeming living legend supposedly
representing the 60's anti establishmentarianism, the hippy
generation, and the anti-Viet-Nam war protestors of his time.
And often the lyrics of his songs sung with that unique voice
of his, seem altogether out of place. And because you never
knew, you wonder, "What makes this guy so special?"
This
happened to me while watching the Democratic convention last
week and the ongoing political drama leading up to this Fall's
elections. That combined with a happenchance online search
result that landed this particular song from 1965.
Whether
it be a clear message for Bush/Cheney, or a sage recommendation
for the Iraq war, or a warning for Kerry/Edwards to heed, every
so often, Dylan's brilliance and the timeless nature of his
words flickers on and shines onto your conciousness, and you
suddenly get it. Ah! So he is one of those true poets afterall!
| It's All Over Now, Baby Blue |
by Bob Dylan
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| You must leave now, take what you need, you
think will last. |
| But whatever you wish to keep, you
better grab it fast. |
| Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, |
| Crying like a fire in the sun. |
| Look out the saints are comin' through |
| And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
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| The highway is for gamblers, better use your
sense. |
| Take what you have gathered from coincidence. |
| The empty-handed painter from your streets |
| Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. |
| The sky, too, is folding under you |
| And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
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| All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. |
| Your empty-handed armies, is all going home. |
| The lover who just walked out your door |
| Has taken all his blankets from the floor. |
| The carpet, too, is moving under you |
| And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
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| Leave your stepping stones behind, now
something it calls for you. |
- Forget the dead you've left, they will
not follow you.
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| The vagabond who's rapping at your door |
| Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. |
| Strike another match, go start anew |
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
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