Music – A visual perspective of Bob Dylan's song, Workingman Blues,features paintings and art from the great masters, contemporary photos, with Photoshop art and video created by Spadecaller.
I haven't watched so many of them, SC - technical reasons! - but glad I managed to get aboard for this one and look forward to more! I've been a bit turned off by the posts which JUST send you to a song.. Too many of them! Too easy!! But your treatment is very special and very worthwhile.
I only once saw Dylan live - well even that's an overstatement; it was from such a distance he was barely visible - and, alas, it was one of his off days.. I had an American room-mate in London, a colourful character naturally, one of whose claims to fame was that he had driven BD from Madison to NYC when the latter first went there and started his original cult following. Fred was given to hyperbole and booze and we all took him with a pinch of salt but to my chagrin I found the whole story years later in an authentic bio of the man and since Fred appears to have vanished into the ether have never been able to apologise for my shameful mistrust!
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Lyrics:
Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall
I'll sell 'em to their enemies
I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought
Gonna sleep off the rest of the day
Sometimes no one wants what we got
Sometimes you can't give it away
Now the place is ringed with countless foes
Some of them may be deaf and dumb
No man, no woman knows
The hour that sorrow will come
In the dark I hear the night birds call
I can feel a lover's breath
I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall
Sleep is like a temporary death
(continued)
Well, they burned my barn, and they stole my horse
I can't save a dime
I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced
Into a life of continual crime
I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
How I wish you were here to see
Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking
That you have forgotten me?
Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
They waste your nights and days
Them I will forget
But you I'll remember always
Old memories of you to me have clung
You've wounded me with your words
Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
It's all true, everything you've heard
(continued)
[Chorus]
In you, my friend, I find no blame
Wanna look in my eyes, please do
No one can ever claim
That I took up arms against you
All across the peaceful sacred fields
They will lay you low
They'll break your horns and slash you with steel
I say it so it must be so
Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue
Gonna give you another chance
I'm all alone and I'm expecting you
To lead me off in a cheerful dance
I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
I can live on rice and beans
Some people never worked a day in their life
Don't know what work even means