liestening to Robert Zimmerman
by andy ray
Saturday, July 29, 2006
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in the Greenwich Village of the summer 1960 this young man came upon the stage and began to play a song. Here's what I heard in the music . . .
(1) While the violets of night are drooping their petals
and the soldiers of war are burning their medals; the president of life smiles on
and on . . .
(2) papa ramsey had a rabbit
hopping with a bad dope habit.
bunny said: 'I'm dreaming lazy'.
papa screamed: 'that's cause
'crazy, shit!', yelled bunny boo.
I'm nodding heavy because of you!
'you drown your mind with the telly,
n soak your soul with beer n deli.
don't preach to me of rhyme n reason
as you continue doing treason.
yelling thus, the rabbit hopped,
out the door, down staris he bopped,
out to the street,
out to his shell,
out to his hot unending hell.
(3) funny liquid; funny places;
deathly water; piggy maces.
it's a drag.
that's my bag.
but do not fear
the blind man's cries
n do not steer
'way from his eyes.
for at the end
where lights explode
n all pains blend
in mind's abode . . .
(4) we'll share the everlasting blasting of the eternal mockingbird committing us to quasar pulses rushing geometrically across the murky void so filled with the etherally rabid souls of einstein, van ronk, n the other madmen chanting their mea culpas of self-inflicted needles wrapped in the nirvana of post-humanoid souls . . .
rest now, bother.
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|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|Reads as well as the best socially conscious music of 1960 Greenwich Village sounded. Believe Zimmerman would nod knowingly with a great deal of appreciation.
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Dylan is my all time favorite. Here is a wonderful tribute to young Bobby and I hear his voice in the bsckground of each word.