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August 1, 2004
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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

 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
Leave your stepping stones behind, now something it calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
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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