11 March 2015




Well I wandered alone through a desert of stone
And I dreamt of my future wife
My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command
In this version of death called life
My plate and my cup are right straight up
I took a rose from the hand of a child
When I kiss your lips, the honey drips
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

Every day we meet on any old street
And you're in your girlish prime
The short and the tall are coming to the ball
I go there all the time
Behind every tree, there's something to see
The river is wider than a mile
I tried you twice, you can't be nice
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

Here come the nurse with money in her purse
Here come the ladies and men
You push it all in and you've no chance to win
You play 'em on down to the end
I'm laying in the sand getting a sunshine tan
Moving along riding in style
From my toes to my head, you knock me dead
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

I count the years and I shed no tears
I'm blinded to what might have been
Nature's voice makes my heart rejoice
Play me the wild song of the wind
I found hopeless love in the room above
When the sun and the weather were mild
You're as fine as wine, I ain't handing you no line
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

All the merry little elves can go hang themselves
My faith is as cold as can be
I'm stacked high to the roof and I'm not without proof
If you don't believe me, come see
You think I'm blue, I think so too
In my words, you'll find no guile
The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold
And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

-- Huck's Tune
, by Bob Dylan

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Honestly Timman, I don't understand why you like Robert Zimmerman at all. Hurricane Carter was guilty, his Christian phase was just that, he changed his name and made up lies about himself for PR purposes and aside from squealing Neil Young has the most grating voice in all of rock/folk/ history. When Joan Baez tried to get him, Jane Fonda, and other war protesters to protest the barbarism of North Vietnamese and Cambodian communists he refused. Remember when he was called a "genius" for the hundredth time when he put out an album that later turned out to be the work of an obscure Japanese poet that some had translated for him? Get over the guy and keep going on this blog. Your work is essential, I read it everyday. Just less Bob.

Alex said...

"Anyone with any sense had already left town ..."

thetimman said...

Alex, a Blood on the Tracks man, I see. I guess you mean anyone with any sense already stopped reading this blog, yes?

Alex said...

I guess you mean anyone with any sense already stopped reading this blog, yes?

I have no doubt that's what Big Jim would say.

Delena said...

I learned so much about Bobby from that first comment!