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Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
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.
People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
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.
People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
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"Bockscar, sometimes called Bock's Car or Bocks Car, is the name of the United States Army Air Forces B-29 bomber that dropped the "Fat Man" nuclear weapon over Nagasaki on 9 August 1945, the second atomic weapon used against Japan. It was assigned to the 393d Bomb Squadron, 509th Composite Group.
The name painted on the aircraft after the mission is a pun on "boxcar" after the name of its aircraft commander, Captain Frederick C. Bock."
Source- Wikipedia.
Is that line in this song supposed to be 'smoke pourin' out of the bockscar door' rather than 'boxcar door'?
Think about it.
I truly believe this song is all about.
Idiot is a strong word and it gets fierce force in Dylan's mouth
Best song ever written to get rid of hard feelings.
"You didn't trust me for a minute, babe. I've never known the spring to turn
So quickly into autumn."
The part that most interests me is
"The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned slowly into autumn."
Fantastic lines. I've spent a lot of time thinking about them. The conclusion I come to:
The narrator gets "Groom's still standing at the altar"'d by the dark lady. They were supposed to marry (hence the priest) or run away together (hence the running board). Now, you'll notice that springtime turns directly into autumn. There's no summer. At the risk of reading too much into it- my belief is that this represents their relationship. It bloomed with spring and died with autumn directly thereafter; there was no fulfillment, no long and happy summer. It's bitter, like the song as a whole.
I don't believe him. It is probably about his break-up w/ Sara, and disguised as something more universal, like the soldier, the boxcar, the priest on the 7th day, the millionaire in Italy. The man's mind is so incredibly complex. That is what is so entertaining about his music. He is truly a painter. The images just come flying out of this song, like those in Johana--"lights flicker in the opposite loft, in this room the heat pipes just cough." Here, "flies buzzing around your eyes, blood on your saddle" prove to be such strong imagery. Even the album title portends something tragic, ominous, like the Coen Bros film "There will be Blood."
I agree w/ the previous poster--he is embittered at his ex, yet in the end admits it indeed takes two to tangle. There is plenty of blame for both. He is finally being honest w/ himself in the end. But what strikes me the most is his anger. Like Positively 4th Street, I have rarely heard a song containing so much rage.
One other thing--I don't believe I have ever heard an album that kicks off w/ four of the artist's most powerful/poignant songs--Tangled up in Blue, Simple Twist of Fate, You're a Big Girl Now, and Idiot Wind. Even though I think his stuff in '65 and '66 were his finest works, I still think this is his best yet--it's also the best musically.
And it makes me feel so sorry.
there is so much goin on there yu can't touch it in one comment
it's a story behind a song,
a story that if u know dylan he'll mix real w/unreal words
to satisfy the song he's doing.
this one deffinately is a love triangle
and everytime the line be4 he mentions the jack of hearts
he's talkin'bout himself in the 3rd person
any takers? ..........write back direct
lexnick2@yahoo.com
"in da darkness by the riverbed they waited under ground
4 1 more member who had business back in town"
WELL THEY COULD'NT GO NO FURTHER W/OUT THE JACK OF HEARTS
dat's cause he's on his way back
to kill big jim w/the pen knife in the back
the next day was hangin day the sky wuz overcast and black
big jim lay covered up w/a pen knife in da back!
and rosemary on the gallows....she did'nt even blink
da hangin judge was sober he had'nt had a drink
the only person on da seen missin was da jack of hearts
(of course rosemary did'nt blink she wuz still stunned by what just took place)
between the bankrobbery and the way she played pawn to jack
even though she was big jim's mistress
every verse twists and turns to fit the jack of hearts
who we're supposed to think is dylan's alter ego
that's what makes him the biggest genuis song-poet-and activists
of all time.
the second biggest arguably is john lennon
well i mean they worked together w/the black panthers
and the chicago 7 and the weather man underground
only bob was'nt hassled like john because of his greencard status
but they funded so many underground fronts
if it was'nt 4 those 2 jerks jerry rubin and abbey hoffman
they both might have gotten a better card to draw upon
now let's here from the real dylan fans
waiting sincerely p.e Rick(public enemy rick)