BOB DYLAN LYRIC WATCH – “Sara”
Now the beach is deserted
Except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship
That lies on the shore
You always responded
When I needed your help
Hold on! Can you spot, O readers, where the Greatest Pop Poet Of The Twentieth Century gets a tiny bit desperate for a rhyme? Better than Keats? Not even up to Ronan bleedin’ Keating on this evidence!
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WHY? DEAR LORD...WHY?
My name is Tanya Headon and I hate music. All of it. The purpose of this weblog is a simple one: to detail, week on week, the failings and infinite wretchedness of the stuff, building into an encyclopaedia of musical badness.
Much of this music will generally be called 'good' by critics. Some of it you might be a fan of. Rather than get offended, think of this as the virulent opposite of all those smarmy Record Guides with their star rankings and chin-stroking critical weightings.
Here, everything gets one star.
I'm too famous now to link to anybody, or that's what my publicist tells me.
And what about the rest of the song, shit breath?
“You gave me a map, and a key to your door”
Fuck you, thats a good verse.
“I laid on the dunes and I looked at the sky
When the children were babies, and played on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were always so close, still within reach.”
Has Dylan ever said he was the greatest poet of the twentieth century? No. So don’t hold him to standards he’s never claimed. And not all of his lyrics are fucking meant to be serious.
“I took my potatoes down to be mashed
Whoo baby, whoo-ee, its that million dollar bash” – Million Dollar Bash
“I sat my monkey on a log
And ordered him to do the dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
Then he went and did the cat instead” – I Shall Be Free #10
It’s called having fun. Try it sometime.
ripping dylan isnt on! you tell ‘em mate