hasher 829 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves Fortune calls I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born On midsummer's eve near the tower The cold-blooded moon The captain waits above the celebration Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid Whose ebony face is beyond communication The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid They shaved her head She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo A messenger arrived with a black nightingale I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil I stumbled to my feet I rode past destruction in the ditches With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo Renegade priests and treacherous young witches Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you The palace of mirrors Where dog soldiers are reflected The endless road and the wailing of chimes The empty rooms where her memory is protected Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times She wakes him up Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning either get ready for elimination Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards Peace will come With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire But will offer no reward when her false idols fall And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating Between the King and the Queen of Swords That guy. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Point Break 2,920 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 You’ll have to ask Bob. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Blue Crab 1,136 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 The correct answer is, of course, 42 but for our purposes it's that Hasher is a weirdo. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Mrleft8 2,473 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 What's not to understand? It's Dylan talking about change, and personal sacrifice for the good of all. In his own Dylanesque way.... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Point Break 2,920 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 There have been any number of lyrical assessments/interpretations of that song since it was first released. What I absolutely love is that for......what? a half century?.......when asked about it, he just smiles. I think in his own enigmatic style.......he suggests.....it means whatever it means to each of us. I like that. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Ease the sheet. 1,436 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 i fucking hate dylan. 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
longy 548 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 Who says that it has any meaning at all?? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Shortforbob 2,260 Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 3 hours ago, Point Break said: There have been any number of lyrical assessments/interpretations of that song since it was first released. What I absolutely love is that for......what? a half century?.......when asked about it, he just smiles. I think in his own enigmatic style.......he suggests.....it means whatever it means to each of us. I like that. nah, it prolly means he's embarrassed. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
bmiller 785 Posted January 15 Share Posted January 15 Pffffft, interpret this. A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music Used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronckin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" They were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die" 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Danceswithoctopus 191 Posted January 15 Share Posted January 15 4 minutes ago, bmiller said: Pffffft, interpret this. Pfffft to your Pffffft. Interpret this: Why don't we do it in the road? Why don't we do it in the road? No one will be watchin' us, Why don't we do it in the road? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
bmiller 785 Posted January 15 Share Posted January 15 Pffffftx3 I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh, well Now when I talked to God I knew he'll understand He said, "Sit by me and I'll be your guiding hand But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh, well. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Point Break 2,920 Posted January 15 Share Posted January 15 Pffffffffftx4 Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do Top that. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Snaggletooth 3,312 Posted January 15 Share Posted January 15 PPPPPftx5 Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, woudn't you? Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, woudn't you? 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
warbird 431 Posted January 15 Share Posted January 15 4 hours ago, Danceswithoctopus said: Pfffft to your Pffffft. Interpret this: Why don't we do it in the road? Why don't we do it in the road? No one will be watchin' us, Why don't we do it in the road? ....or the grass in the ditch? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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