One of my favorite Dylan songs, this sprawling word-fest strings together a series of images and symbols to sew a lyrical coat of many colors. Not to be overlooked, the music also envelops listeners in its warm folds with the reticent organ and modest lead guitar serving the verses well by being jauntily unobtrusive and thoroughly complementary. While the backing track takes care not to draw attention away from the words, Dylan sings nine verses identical in meter and melody that culminate in the exasperated recitation of the title lines. But just what he’s singing about is anyone’s guess.
Perhaps he’s commenting, in his cleverly roundabout way, on a sort of purgatory he found himself in after switching from the traditional acoustic folk that characterized his early years to the more mainstream electric sound that turned off (and turned on) some fans. Maybe the song was just an excuse to spout seemingly deep lyrics to an audience of analytical hop-heads that were all too eager to read into the arcane and esoteric words of a poetic genius. I think, perhaps wrongly, that the song is told from the perspective of a somewhat overwhelmed, possibly aimless, person in an existential tug-of-war, maybe Dylan maybe not, who is just watching things unfold through the distorted lens of a chaotic, surreal and hazy high. But at just over seven minutes, the song certainly isn't short on interpretation fodder. Get some!
LISTEN TO BLONDE ON BLONDE
Perhaps he’s commenting, in his cleverly roundabout way, on a sort of purgatory he found himself in after switching from the traditional acoustic folk that characterized his early years to the more mainstream electric sound that turned off (and turned on) some fans. Maybe the song was just an excuse to spout seemingly deep lyrics to an audience of analytical hop-heads that were all too eager to read into the arcane and esoteric words of a poetic genius. I think, perhaps wrongly, that the song is told from the perspective of a somewhat overwhelmed, possibly aimless, person in an existential tug-of-war, maybe Dylan maybe not, who is just watching things unfold through the distorted lens of a chaotic, surreal and hazy high. But at just over seven minutes, the song certainly isn't short on interpretation fodder. Get some!
LISTEN TO BLONDE ON BLONDE
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