65. Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket.By the way, what happened to that poison wine?"She says, "I gave it to you, you drank it."
― Mr. Que, Monday, 27 April 2009 18:27 (fifteen years ago) link
66. ('cause we needed more wilburys, plus lol springsteen)
Tweeter and the monkey man were hard up for cashThey stayed up all night selling cocaine and hashTo an undercover cop who had a sister named janFor reasons unexplained she loved the monkey man
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to vietnamAnd found out the hard way nobody gives a damnThey knew that they found freedom just across the jersey lineSo they hopped into a stolen car took highway 99
(chorus)And the walls came down all the way to hellNever saw them when theyre standingNever saw them when they fell
The undercover cop never liked the monkey manEven back in childhood he wanted to see him in the canJan got married at fourteen to a rackateer named billShe made secret calls to the monkey man from a mansion on the hill
It was out on thunder road - tweeter at the wheelThey crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squealThe undercover cop pulled up and said everyone of yous a liarIf you dont surrender now its gonna go down to the wire
(chorus)
An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behindTweeter took his gun away and messed up his mindThe undercover cop was left tied up to a treeNear the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory
Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuitHe was taking the whole thing personalHe didnt care about the lootJan had told him many times it was you to me who taughtIn jersey anythings legal as long as you dont get caught
Someplace by rahway prison they ran out of gasThe undercover cop had cornered them said boy, you didntThink that this could lastJan jumped out of bed said theres someplace I gotta goShe took a gun out of the drawer and said its best if you dont know
The undercover cop was found face down in a fieldThe monkey man was on the river bridge using tweeter as a shieldJan said to the monkey man Im not fooled by tweeters curlI knew him long before he ever became a jersey girl
Now the town of jersey city is quieting down againIm sitting in a gambling club called the lions denThe tv set been blown up, every bit of it is goneEver since the nightly news show that the monkey man was on
I guess Ill to to florida and get myself some sunThere aint no more opportunity here, everythings been doneSometime I think of tweeter, sometime I think of janSometime I dont think about nothing but the monkey man
― The Wild Shirtless Lyrics of Mark Farner (C. Grisso/McCain), Monday, 27 April 2009 18:28 (fifteen years ago) link
ha Tweeter always puts me in stitches
― Mr. Que, Monday, 27 April 2009 18:29 (fifteen years ago) link
yeah ill takedown of springsteen
― rip dom passantino 3/5/09 never forget (max), Monday, 27 April 2009 18:31 (fifteen years ago) link
67. Romeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion.It doesn't give your appearance a very youthful touch!"Juliet said back to Romeo, "Why don't you just shove offIf it bothers you so much."
― Moreno, Monday, 27 April 2009 18:48 (fifteen years ago) link
x-post What's funny is that it references at least one then-unreleased track ("Lion's Den") and then one that Springsteen didn't write ("Jersey Girl").
Love that song. Always wondered about Dylan's personal relationship with Springsteen.
68. Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
I was riding on the MayflowerWhen I thought I spied some landI yelled for Captain ArabI have yuh understandWho came running to the deckSaid, "Boys, forget the whaleLook on over yonderCut the enginesChange the sailHaul on the bowline"We sang that melodyLike all tough sailors doWhen they are far away at sea
"I think I'll call it America"I said as we hit landI took a deep breathI fell down, I could not standCaptain Arab he startedWriting up some deedsHe said, "Let's set up a fortAnd start buying the place with beads"Just then this cop comes down the streetCrazy as a loonHe throw us all in jailFor carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted outDon't even ask me howI went to get some helpI walked by a Guernsey cowWho directed me downTo the Bowery slumsWhere people carried signs aroundSaying, "Ban the bums"I jumped right into lineSayin', "I hope that I'm not late"When I realized I hadn't eatenFor five days straight
I went into a restaurantLookin' for the cookI told them I was the editorOf a famous etiquette bookThe waitress he was handsomeHe wore a powder blue capeI ordered some suzette, I said"Could you please make that crepe"Just then the whole kitchen explodedFrom boilin' fatFood was flying everywhereAnd I left without my hat
Now, I didn't mean to be nosyBut I went into a bankTo get some bail for ArabAnd all the boys back in the tankThey asked me for some collateralAnd I pulled down my pantsThey threw me in the alleyWhen up comes this girl from FranceWho invited me to her houseI went, but she had a friendWho knocked me outAnd robbed my bootsAnd I was on the street again
Well, I rapped upon a houseWith the U.S. flag upon displayI said, "Could you help me outI got some friends down the way"The man says, "Get out of hereI'll tear you limb from limb"I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"He said, "You're not HimGet out of here before I break your bonesI ain't your pop"I decided to have him arrestedAnd I went looking for a cop
I ran right outsideAnd I hopped inside a cabI went out the other doorThis Englishman said, "Fab"As he saw me leap a hot dog standAnd a chariot that stoodParked across from a buildingAdvertising brotherhoodI ran right through the front doorLike a hobo sailor doesBut it was just a funeral parlorAnd the man asked me who I was
I repeated that my friendsWere all in jail, with a sighHe gave me his cardHe said, "Call me if they die"I shook his hand and said goodbyeRan out to the streetWhen a bowling ball came down the roadAnd knocked me off my feetA pay phone was ringingIt just about blew my mindWhen I picked it up and said helloThis foot came through the line
Well, by this time I was fed upAt tryin' to make a stabAt bringin' back any helpFor my friends and Captain ArabI decided to flip a coinLike either heads or tailsWould let me know if I should goBack to ship or back to jailSo I hocked my sailor suitAnd I got a coin to flipIt came up tailsIt rhymed with sailsSo I made it back to the ship
Well, I got back and tookThe parkin' ticket off the mastI was ripping it to shredsWhen this coastguard boat went pastThey asked me my nameAnd I said, "Captain Kidd"They believed me butThey wanted to knowWhat exactly that I didI said for the Pope of ErukeI was employedThey let me go right awayThey were very paranoid
Well, the last I heard of ArabHe was stuck on a whaleThat was married to the deputySheriff of the jailBut the funniest thing wasWhen I was leavin' the bayI saw three ships a-sailin'They were all heading my wayI asked the captain what his name wasAnd how come he didn't drive a truckHe said his name was ColumbusI just said, "Good luck."
― Josh in Chicago, Monday, 27 April 2009 18:54 (fifteen years ago) link
They asked me for some collateralAnd I pulled down my pants
― Josh in Chicago, Monday, 27 April 2009 18:56 (fifteen years ago) link
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a flySaying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"And dropping a bar bell he points to the skySaving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
― Darin, Monday, 27 April 2009 19:05 (fifteen years ago) link
69. It must be a holiday, there's nobody aroundShe studies me closely as I sit downShe got a pretty face and long white shiny legsShe says, "What'll it be?"I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
She looks at me, Says "I'd bring you somebut we're out of 'm, you picked the wrong time to come"Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"I say, "I would if I could, but,I don't do sketches from memory."
"Well", she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"I say," all right, I know, but I don't have my drawing book!"She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that"I say, "yes I could but,I don't know where my pencil is at!"
She pulls one out from behind her earShe says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"I make a few lines, and I show it for her to seeWell she takes a napkin and throws it backAnd says "that don't look a thing like me!"
I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does"She says, "you must be jokin.'" I say, "I wish I was!"Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"Least that's what I think I hear her say,"Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway?"
"Well", she says, "you just don't seem like you do!"I said, "you're way wrong."She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"She goes away for a minute and I slide up out of my chairI step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's going anywhere
― tylerw, Monday, 27 April 2009 19:06 (fifteen years ago) link
that was 25
― Mr. Que, Monday, 27 April 2009 19:08 (fifteen years ago) link
70.
Reporter circa 1966: How many other folk singers are there?Dylan: 134.
― Darin, Monday, 27 April 2009 19:08 (fifteen years ago) link
sorry dude!
71. I got a cravin' love for blazing speedGot a hopped up Mustang FordJump into the wagon, love, throw your panties overboard
― 4,000 hoes in blackburn, lancashire (M@tt He1ges0n), Monday, 27 April 2009 19:13 (fifteen years ago) link
72. The liner notes for Planet Waves, esp.
"Furious gals with garters & Smeared Lipson bar stools that stank from sweatingpussy - doing the Hula - perfect,priests in OVERhauls, glassy eyed,Insomnia! Space guys off duty withbig dicks & ducktails All wired up &voting for Eisenhower, waving flags &jumping off of fire engines, gettingkilled on motorcycles whatever -"
http://theband.hiof.no/albums/ln_planet_waves.html
― WmC, Monday, 27 April 2009 19:21 (fifteen years ago) link
73. Heck, his liner notes for the New World Singers:
"Bob Cohen's quiet - I first seen him at a City College folksong hall an' thought he was some sort of a Spanish gypsy by the way he wore his sideburns an' moustache an' eyebrows - but he didn't talk so I couldn't tell - I must a sat an hour next to him waitin' to hear some gypsy language - he never said a word - he laughed a few times but all folks no matter what race laughs in the same tongue - I seen him sing later that night an' it didn't bother my thoughts no more as to if he was gypsy or gigolo - he tol' me more about my new world in that ten minutes time than the pop radio station did all that week." And so on.
― Josh in Chicago, Monday, 27 April 2009 19:43 (fifteen years ago) link
Basically, we can quote every lyric he penned for the Wilburys.
― I'm crossing over into enterprise (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Monday, 27 April 2009 20:08 (fifteen years ago) link
74. From his theme time radio show about nothing. "Nothing is usually the best thing to do, and always the smart thing to say."
― Dr X O'Skeleton, Monday, 27 April 2009 20:23 (fifteen years ago) link
75. Also from the radio show, on baseball: "This is a song from Damn Yankees--and I don't mean that band with Ted Nugent and those guys from Styx."
― Matos W.K., Monday, 27 April 2009 20:40 (fifteen years ago) link
That's "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend" --and they are-- from the film "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" --and they do.
― Fox Force Five Punchline (sexyDancer), Monday, 27 April 2009 21:02 (fifteen years ago) link
77. Singing "Froggie Went a Courtin'", but singing it like Gonzo the Great not Kermit
― Sacco, Vanzetti, Passantino... (Tom D.), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 13:25 (fifteen years ago) link
78." I got shoved down 'n' pushed around,All I could hear there was a screamin' sound,Don't remember one thing more,Just remember walkin' up on a little shore,Head busted, stomach cracked,Feet splintered, I was bald, naked. . .Quite lucky to be alive though."
― The Wild Shirtless Lyrics of Mark Farner (C. Grisso/McCain), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 17:43 (fifteen years ago) link
79. "Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bedOn the very next day, with a nose full of pus.Yea! Heavy and a bottle of breadYea! Heavy and a bottle of breadYea! Heavy and a bottle of bread"
― The Wild Shirtless Lyrics of Mark Farner (C. Grisso/McCain), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 17:56 (fifteen years ago) link
80. all of "tombstone blues," obv., but the first two stanzas used to go through my head a lot when i was covering city council meetings and the like:
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of courseThe city fathers they're trying to endorseThe reincarnation of Paul Revere's horseBut the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her witsTo Jezebel the nun she violently knitsA bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sitsAt the head of the chamber of commerce
― would you ask tom petty that? (tipsy mothra), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 18:08 (fifteen years ago) link
81. "You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir"
― The Wild Shirtless Lyrics of Mark Farner (C. Grisso/McCain), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 19:49 (fifteen years ago) link
The Basement Tapes sure are fertile ground for this sort of thing.
― Dave Depper (Davey D), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 20:55 (fifteen years ago) link
82. Last night, 'cross the alley, there was a pounding on the wallIt must have been Don Pasquale making a 2 a.m. booty call
― The Pompatus Of Love (Boxing Kangaroo), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 21:53 (fifteen years ago) link
83. What's the lightbulb for?
― The Pompatus Of Love (Boxing Kangaroo), Tuesday, 28 April 2009 21:56 (fifteen years ago) link
Oh, I usually carry a lightbulb.
84. And you know there was somethin about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world ... Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the french quarter.
― tylerw, Tuesday, 28 April 2009 22:44 (fifteen years ago) link
Brownsville Girl is full of these. Underrated record as well.
85. Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour.I was crossin' the street when shots rang out.I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
― dan., Wednesday, 29 April 2009 00:57 (fifteen years ago) link
Aw man I'd clicked to post lyrics to "115th Dream," but I'd been beat to it.
Instead this one from "Tombstone Blues":
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shadeSays, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Ouch. Ok, thanks, Doc! Asshole.
― tits akimbo (kenan), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 01:20 (fifteen years ago) link
Maybe it's not so "ha ha" funny. But it's funny.
― tits akimbo (kenan), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 01:23 (fifteen years ago) link
86.Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 'til the moon is blue,Wiggle 'til the moon sees you.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, like a swarm of bees,Wiggle on your hands and knees.
Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear,Wiggle 'til you wiggle right out of here,Wiggle 'til it opens, wiggle 'til it shuts,Wiggle 'til it bites, wiggle 'til it cuts.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead,Wiggle - you can raise the dead.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,Wiggle 'til you vomit fire,Wiggle 'til it whispers, wiggle 'til it hums,Wiggle 'til it answers, wiggle 'til it comes.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like satin and silk,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a pail of milk,Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, rattle and shake,Wiggle like a big fat snake.
― cwkiii, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 04:50 (fifteen years ago) link
87. They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.I can't help it if I'm lucky.
― would you ask tom petty that? (tipsy mothra), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 06:23 (fifteen years ago) link
one thing about a lot of these lines i think is they're the unreliable-narrator side of dylan. which imo has always been the better dylan. when he's head-on, either in early protest mode or later christian mode or still-later moody-moony mode, he's often either too much or too little (or both at the same time). he's at his best coming at things from the side, where it's not always clear where the ricochet is going until it's gone. he's a great bank-shot lyricist.
― would you ask tom petty that? (tipsy mothra), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 06:29 (fifteen years ago) link
88. "There didn’t seem to be any general consensus among my listeners. Some people preferred my first period songs. Some, the second. Some, the Christian period. Some, the post Colombian. Some, the Pre-Raphaelite. Some people prefer my songs from the nineties. I see that my audience now doesn’t particular care what period the songs are from. They feel style and substance in a more visceral way and let it go at that. Images don’t hang anybody up. Like if there’s an astrologer with a criminal record in one of my songs it’s not going to make anybody wonder if the human race is doomed."
― Douglas, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:15 (fifteen years ago) link
Dylan otm.
― tits akimbo (kenan), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:25 (fifteen years ago) link
89. "We got an e-mail here from Johnny Depp from Paris, France, who wants to know: 'Who was the father of modern communism?' Well, Johnny, Karl Marx was the father of modern communism. He also fathered seven children, four of whom survived to adulthood. His only son, Frederick Demuth, was illegitimate. I wonder if he calls his daddy on Father's Day."
― Douglas, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:25 (fifteen years ago) link
omg
― tits akimbo (kenan), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:26 (fifteen years ago) link
Source plz
― tits akimbo (kenan), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:27 (fifteen years ago) link
(That one was from an episode of Theme Time Radio Hour.)
90. "He saw an animal as smooth as glassSlithering his way through the grassSaw him disappear by a tree near a lake..." [End of song.]
― Douglas, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:28 (fifteen years ago) link
(Also I love the theory that the snake is the one who subsequently shows up at the end of "Wiggle Wiggle," ten years later.)
― Douglas, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:30 (fifteen years ago) link
I seriously don't know how much he's kidding about "pre-Raphaelite" Dylan.
― tits akimbo (kenan), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:31 (fifteen years ago) link
91.He went to get the hangin' judge but the hangin' judge was drunkAs the leading actor hurried by the costume of a monk
91.I went to the wedding of Mary-Lou She said "I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you" Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew About dignity ...[some unfunny verses]...
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used He wanted money up front, said he was abused By dignity
― Eazy, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:45 (fifteen years ago) link
(er, 91. and 92.)
― Eazy, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:46 (fifteen years ago) link
(Too late to be typing."As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk")
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues HOUSE OF BLUES
Then had burgers at the Hard Rock Cafe nearby.
― tits akimbo (kenan), Wednesday, 29 April 2009 07:53 (fifteen years ago) link
So House of blues does bad burgers?
― Mark G, Wednesday, 29 April 2009 08:47 (fifteen years ago) link
93. the "World's Greatest Grandpa" bumper sticker he purchases in Chronicles Volume One
― Matos W.K., Wednesday, 29 April 2009 10:00 (fifteen years ago) link
(less ha-ha funny than endearing-funny, if that makes sense)
― Matos W.K., Wednesday, 29 April 2009 10:01 (fifteen years ago) link