Sunday, April 30, 2017

When You Ain't Got Nothing, You Got Nothing To Lose

Painting By Marc Chagall



Bob Dylan


Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To have you on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone


Bob Dylan (Born Robert Zimmerman, 1941)

4 comments:

  1. Nobel Prize for literature. I guess. Mann Deville is trying to juxtapose Dylan and Wordsworth for comparison?

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    1. "Mann Deville is trying to juxtapose Dylan and Wordsworth for comparison?"

      You give me way too much credit--I'm just looking for things to make people think.

      As a poet Wordsworth is, of course, light years ahead of Bob Dylan. But then again, Dylan is probably the superior musician.

      Speaking of Dylan's "Nobel Prize", Dylan was just as surprised as anyone. But consider this: this is the same committee that gave Barack Obama the peace prize in his first year in office.

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  2. "this is the same committee that gave Barack Obama the peace prize in his first year in office."


    President Obama got the Nobel Peace Prize before he was even in office for doing NOTHING!

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    1. You are right about the timing--many people believe that the committee gave the award to Obama as a "middle-fingered salute" to the departing George W. Bush, whom the Europeans hated.

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