I have come to a radical decission:
THIS IS THE BEST LOVE SONG I HAVE EVER HEARD
In both Englilsh or Spanish
It's more than a song, not even a poem, it's a prayer.
It's about his wife at the time, Sara Lownes (hence Lowlands), ex-playgirl and mother of Jakob (The Wallflowers).
Her first husband was an editor of a magazine ("your magazine husband who ne day just had to go") and his father was a metal worker ("and your sheets like metal/and your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row").
I spent a whole lot of time, months, trying to figure out what some parts pf the lyrics meant, searching the web and doing a lot of hard thinking. I came up with the idea idea of emptiness, of a void, in his warehouse eyes (now I see that they're eager to capture her, and it's just....wonderful).
And her mercury mouth, you know, mercury slips away at contact.
Well, there's so much to say that I realize it's silly to try to explain it line by line.
But I'm simply obsessed with this song. I know it by heart, I bet that not even Dylan himself can say that.
"your flesh like silk, your face like glass"
"your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims"
"your saintlike face, your ghostlike soul"
Damn!
Simply perfect. And his voice. The constant crescendo.
where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes....
I have come to a radical decission: THIS IS THE BEST LOVE SONG I HAVE EVER HEARD In both Englilsh or Spanish It's more than a song, not even a poem, it's a prayer. It's about his wife at the time, Sara Lownes (hence Lowlands), ex-playgirl and mother of Jakob (The Wallflowers). Her first husband was an editor of a magazine ("your magazine husband who ne day just had to go") and his father was a metal worker ("and your sheets like metal/and your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row"). I spent a whole lot of time, months, trying to figure out what some parts pf the lyrics meant, searching the web and doing a lot of hard thinking. I came up with the idea idea of emptiness, of a void, in his warehouse eyes (now I see that they're eager to capture her, and it's just....wonderful).
And her mercury mouth, you know, mercury slips away at contact.
Well, there's so much to say that I realize it's silly to try to explain it line by line.
But I'm simply obsessed with this song. I know it by heart, I bet that not even Dylan himself can say that.
"your flesh like silk, your face like glass"
"your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims"
"your saintlike face, your ghostlike soul"
Damn!
Simply perfect. And his voice. The constant crescendo.
where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes....
@cavern I agree with you deeply
@cavern I agree with you deeply