Encyclopedia Dylanologica Volume 2

ENCYCLOPEDIA
DYLANOLOGICA
VOLUME TWO
A. J. WEBERMAN
THE STATE OF THE ART IN DYLANOLOGY
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SPRINGSTEEN ON DYLAN
JUNGLELAND
ADAM RAISED A CAIN***HEAR “ALAN WHERE IS THE

KEY? SPRINGSTEEN THE MASTER OF DOUBLE
ENTENDRE
FROGGY WENT A-COURTIN’ 2006***
SPRINGSTEEN: YOUR OWN WORST ENEMY HAS COME

TO TOWN 2007
SHACKLED AND DRAWN: DYLAN AND AIDS***
MY OKLAHOMA FARM IT BLOWED AWAY
DEVILS AND DUST***

ERIE CANAL
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN: DEVILS AND DUST
DON MCLEAN AMERICAN PIE THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED:

FALL 1971
PAUL SIMON’S YOU CAN CALL ME AL 1986
PAUL SIMON ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE

SCHOOLYARD 1972
CREDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL
KRIS KRISTOFFERSON ME AND BOBBY MCGEE: 1968
BOB DYLAN HATES HIMSELF AND HATES JEWS

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ENCYCLOPEDIA DYLANOLOGICA VOLUME TWO
BOB DYLAN, A JEW, BLAMES THE JEWS FOR THE SLAVE

TRADE
CHRONICLES
BOB ZIMMERMAN HATES ISRAEL, HATES HIMSELF
HANDY DANDY 1990
UNBELIEVABLE 1990
GOD KNOWS 1990
THE CAT’S IN THE WELL 1990
2X2 1990
10,000 MEN 1990
MAN GAVE NAMES TO ALL THE ANIMALS 1997
LONESOME DAY BLUES 2001
THE LEVEE'S GONNA BREAK

THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN
ANTI-COMMUNIST POETRY
ELEVEN OUTLINED EPITAPHS 1964
SOME OTHER KINDS OF SONGS 1964
TANGLED UP IN BLUE
THE DEVIL AND BOB DYLAN
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THE DYLAN WEBERMAN HACKED PHONE

CONVERSATION
THE RACIST SONGS
DYLAN AND THE DRAFT
ONCE HE WAS A FOLK ROCKER

NOW HE’S AN ALTER COCKER
JOANIE AND THE PHONY
DYLAN AND THE MEDIA
JUDAISM
THE DYLAN WOMEN
CHRISTIAN PERIOD
SPRINGSTEEN AND AL or SAL
Another artist who was intrigued by this myth was Bruce

Springsteen. I was a big influence on Bruce. Like back in the
early 1970’s Joey Kivak, a friend of Ratzo and a Dylan bootleg
tape customer gave Springsteen my East Village Other rock
poetry articles once every week. Bruce was still gigging in
Asbury Park, New Jersey. Like Joey tells me, “This guy is
another Bob Dylan, you got to meet him” and I told him one
Bob Dylan is too much. So it came as no surprise when I
heard this in:
JUNGLELAND
The Rangers had a homecoming

In Harlem late last night
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And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine

Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane
Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo

Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland
The midnight gang's assembled

And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light
Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry-Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they flash unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock 'n' roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street
Down in Jungleland
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage

Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone
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Beneath the city, two hearts beat

Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked in whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz

Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
The first thing that tipped me off that this might be about me
and Dylan was the line Listenin to the jukebox in AJ ways. I
figured it was just that one line that was about me. It was the
lines “gangs assembled” “and local cops” that brought to mind
the birthday party. Also I figured it might be about me because
I had recently been on the cover of the New York Times so I
figured what I did back in the early 1970’s would have been
immortalized by others.
Garbology
The rangers
(Military) (in the US and certain other armies) a commando sp
ecially trained in making raids
had a homecoming
A coming to or returning home.
in Harlem late last night

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In Manhattan late last night Peter Stuyvesant established the

Dutch settlement of Nieuw Haarlem here in 1658.
And the Magic Rat
Dylan. In Froggy Went A Courtin Springsteen makes

reference to Christopher Ricks book on Dylan and how he got
permission to reprint lyrics
Well Uncle Rat he gave his consent, uh-huh

Hey Uncle Rat he gave his consent, uh-huh
Now Uncle Rat he gave his consent
And the weasel wrote the publishment, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-
huh
Drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
His guitar –Springsteen reference “And my machine, she's a

dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of
Jersey”
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood
Slang
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Barefoot girl – Dylan the poor folk singer and pretend leftist
who actually supported the Klan
Of a Dodge
but evaded being pinned as this

by cunning, trickery, or deceit:
Drinking warm
To take in eagerly through the senses
Beer
One of Dylan’s symbols for heroin as in “I’ve already had two

beers I’m ready for the broom.”
in the soft
The soft machine book about junk by my late friend Bill

Burroughs
Summer rain
During the war in Nam rain as in hard rain gonna fall
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Rolls up, as in roll up an operation and pants as in desire,

heavy breathing. Also Dylan rolled up his sleeve to show me
he was not a junkie when after I brought my Dylanology class
to his pad.
Together they take a stab
Stab:
To plunge (a pointed weapon or instrument) into something.
Take a try
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At romance
A strong, sometimes short- lived attachment, fascination, or

enthusiasm for something. Dylan invited me to hang out with
him.
and disappear down Flamingo Lane
and express my opinions Pink 2. Slang Having

leftist political opinions.
Well the Maximum
An upper limit allowed by law maximum sentence
Lawman
In the Dylan weberman tel con Dylan called me a pig and said
I had a pig mentality.
Run down Flamingo
A point-by-point summary. AJ gives Bob his left wing rap
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
To seek the favor or company of persistently: chased me until

I agreed to a date. Chased Dylan who had sold out the left the
rat and Dylan the leftist folk singer.
And the kids
(intr) to behave or speak deceptively - the false threats.
Round here look just like shadows
Dylan would get the studio dark as night fell so it would get
real spooky, especially when I was coming down from caffeine
pills I copped.
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Shadow:
The darkness or diminished light caused by the blocking of a li

ght source:
Always quiet, holding hands
a séance – predicting the future. Dylan would say Al if you get

into my life I might gain a soul
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
From the moral to the immoral, from the righteous to the

criminal Dylan would go anything to silence me from telling the
world his is a dope head.
As we take our stand down in Jungleland
As I take a stand of heroin use and junkies and dealers in

general
The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for

the night
The Dylan Liberation Front, those that appear at the darkest

hour have assembled and picked a meeting place, in front of
Dylan towhouse, for a demonstration known as Dylan’s 30th
Birthday
They'll meet 'neath that giant
a person or thing of extraordinary importance, achievement,

etc.: one of giants of folk musicExxon sign
A portentous incident or event; a presage,
That brings this fair

Lawful to hunt or attack: fair game.
City light
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Public attention; general knowledge: brought the scandal to li

ght.
Man there's an opera

A theatrical presentation in w
out on the Turnpike
US a motorway for use of which a toll is charged, Dylan is
paying a toll
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
AJ dancing around with trash City “To Begin Phasing

Out Alley Trash Pickups, Converting All To Curbside.”
Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
In When I Paint My Masterpiece Dylan described the bash in

this fashion “newspapermen eating candy had to be held
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down by big police.”There was a near riot at the Birthday Party

caused by a FBI informant.
The street's alive as secret debts are paid

Contacts made, they vanished unseen
An acquaintance, esp one who might be useful in business, as

a means of introduction, etc Dylan had contacts in the mafia
and he had GI Joe Sternberg, Paul Eboli’s chauffer who set
Paul up for a hit giving out frankfurters to get people away
from in front of 94 MacDougal. .
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record
machine
David Peel played his weapon, his guitar trying to promote his
records.
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands

David Peel was hungry for fame so went after Dylan, the
hunted,
That face off against each other out in the street down in
Jungleland
The “out of the street” line is an important clue that this verse
is about the Dylan Birthday Party.
In the parking lot
Those not going anywhere

The visionaries
(of people) characterized by idealistic or radical ideas, esp im

practical
ones
Dress in the latest rage
Move with great violence or intensity:

Inside the backstreet
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And for those who are obscure, in the underground

And hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets
Girls are dancing
dance attendance on someone to attend someone solicitously

or obsequiously
to the records that the D.J. plays [In AJ ways]
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Key word: “struggle.” Strife, contention, or combat: armed

struggle. Violent revolutionaries struggle to overthrow the
government in dangerous situations
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper,

and they're gone
Under heavy FBI and Red Squad surveillance that creates

paranoia
Beneath the city two hearts beat
In the underground two people’s emotions are identical, me

and Bruce
Soul
A person considered as the embodiment of an intangible

quality; a personification.
Engines
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A machine or instrument used in warfare, as a battering ram,

catapult, or piece of artillery. Radical leaders like Abbie
Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, A. J. Weberman
Running through a night so tender
Sarcastic: in a dangerous brutal environment

In a bedroom locked
In a prison
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender
After refusing soft drugs like pot then surrounding to heroin

addiction
In the tunnels uptown
Tunnel: an underground passage. In the underground uptown

in Spanish Harlem or Harlem
The Rat's own dream guns him down
Dylan’s heroin use leads to his destruction. As in Happiness is

a Warm Gun by John Lennon.
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
As Dylan shooting heroin reverberates in his music.
No one watches as great literature, like that of Hemingway, an

ambulance driver during WWII.
Or as Dylan “shuts the light shuts the shade you don’t have to
be afraid I’ll be a addict tonight.”
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz

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In America the Vietnam war rages on? But why “street?”

Could this refer to Elizabeth Street where Dylan jumped me.
Waltz Informal To lead or force to move in a self-assured or
purposeful manner; march: waltzed them into the principal's
office.
Between flesh and what's fantasy
Between my actual body and what Dylan fantasized doing to

it.
and the poets down here
Dylan who was down on the Bowery
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
Are too busy beating me up to write about more important
things.
And in the quick
Sensitive or raw exposed flesh

of the night they reach for their moment
To extend or move a hand, arm, or other body part, especially

when trying to touch or grasp something:
And try to make an honest stand
Stand: A desperate or decisive effort at defense or resistance,

as in a battle: made their stand at the river.
but they wind up wounded, not even dead

Tonight in Jungleland
ADAM RAISED A CAIN***HEAR “ALAN WHERE IS THE

KEY? SPRINGSTEEN THE MASTER OF DOUBLE
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ENTENDRE
In the summer that I was baptized,

My father held me to his side,
As they put me to the water,
He said how on that day I cried.
We were prisoners of love, a love in chains,
He was standin' in the door, I was standin' in the rain,
with the same hot blood burning in our veins,
Adam raised a Cain.
All of the old faces,

Ask you why you're back,
They fit you with position,
And the keys to your daddy's Cadillac,
In the darkness of your room,
Your mother calls you by your true name,
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You remember the faces, the places, the names,

You know it's never over, it's relentless as the rain,
Adam raised a Cain.
In the Bible Cain slew Abel

And East of Eden he was cast,
You're born into this life paying,
for the sins of somebody else's past,
Daddy worked his whole life, for nothing but the pain,
Now he walks these empty rooms, looking for something to
blame [play],
You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames,
Adam raised a Cain.
Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream,

Adam raised a Cain

My father held me to his side,
He was standin' in the door, I was standin' in the rain,
Adam raised a Cain.
In a period of growth when I was first initiated in the language

of rock
My father
A man who creates, originates, or founds something: I am

considered the father of Dylanology.
Held me to his side,

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To align oneself in a disagreement:

As they tested me, see if Bruce’s performance held water
He influenced on how that day I cried out, sang
We were both die hard Bob Dylan fans, who was in the chains
of heroin addiction
He was standin' in the door,
He was standing in the door of opportunity. This are some

examples of this usage:
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door

My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed (Downbound
Train)
I got somethin' in my heart, I been waitin' to give

I got a life I wanna start, one I been waitin' to live
No more waitin', tonight I feel the light I say the prayer
I open the door, I climb the stairs... (Leah)
I was standin' in the rain,
I was an unknown
Springsteen use of rain: Now we went walking in the rain

talking about the pain from the world we hid
Our love went bad, times got hard

Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
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Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
With the same militant leftist views we shared
Adam raised a Cain. (Alan Where is the Key?)

Adam raised a Cain.
All of the old folk music fans who booed Dylan when he switch
to folk-rock.
Ask you why you have returned to hassle him when it is

hopeless.
They make you the leader of the Dylan Liberation Front
And the key to why Dylan was able to advance his career
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In Went to See The Gypsy Dylan wrote his about me, “Room
was dark and empty lights were low and dim.”
Jungleland was released in August 1975, Blood on the Tracks,

containing Idiot Wind was released in January. Dylan calls me
by my true name “Idiot” as in Idiot Wind.
Idiot Wind: “Your mind is filled with big ideas, images and
distorted facts.”

Adam raised a Cain.
Relentless (of an enemy, hostile attitude, etc) implacable;

inflexible; inexorable. Your fight with Bob will never end.
The next verse does not follow the printed lyrics which are:
In the Bible Cain slew Abel

And East of Eden he was cast,
You're born into this life paying,
for the sins of somebody else's past,
What Springsteen is really singing:
You’re born into this life foiled

[ listenin’ to someone else's purse.
[looking into someone else’s purse]
The above two lines were not found in the official lyrics.
East of Eden is the biblical location of the Land of Nod where

Cain was exiled and Dylan was on the Nod after shooting up
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and you are born into the rock poetry world paying dearly for
exposing Bob’s heroin habit and not creating your own poetry
instead of listening to the poetry of another
Daddy worked his whole life, for nothing but the pain,
Now he walks these empty rooms, looking for something to
blame [play],
You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames,
Alan where is the key?
Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream,
Alan where is the key?
Bob worked his whole life for nothing but the pain that comes
with being famous Now he plays to near empty rooms looking
for something to pay. You inherit is songs singing the praises
of heroin and racism that will go up in flames their meaning
lost for the lyrics not forgotten Alan Where is the Key?
In September 2005 the Dylan To English Dictionary was

published. It contained plausible translations of many Dylan
poems but it fell short when it came to poems that were written
from a rightwing and racist perspective. Nonetheless the
Dylan To English Dictionary 2005 was the most advanced
Dylanological work of its time, however, it did not get the same
widespread attention that Christopher Rick’s book on Dylan,
Dylan’s Vision of Sin, received. Rick’s book was irrelevant and
gave absolutely no insight into Dylan. Dylan might have hoped
that comparing him to many classical poets would give him
more stature in the literary world, so he let Ricks quote many
of his poems, something that he would not do for any of my
prospective publishers. When I heard the words “consent” and
“publishment” in this reworking of a traditional folk song I knew
Springsteen was up to something!
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FROGGY WENT A-COURTIN’ 2006***
Froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride

A sword and pistol by his side,
He went down to Miss Mousie's door,
Where he had often been before
“Froggy” Christopher Ricks “went a-courtin' and he did ride”

went out courting a big publisher and his reputation rode on “A
sword and pistol by his side” his authority as a college
professor. “He went down to Miss Mousie's door” he
approached Dylan’s people “Where he had often been before”
who were already familiar with him.
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He took Miss Mousie up on his knee,

Said "Miss Mousie will you marry me?"
"Without my Uncle Rat's consent
I wouldn't marry the President,"
“He took Miss Mousie up on his knee” he begged them “Said

"Miss Mousie will you marry me?" Miss Mousie will you marry
me forever to the poetry of Bob Dylan? "Without my Uncle
Rat's consent” without Bob Dylan’s consent “I wouldn't marry
the President" I wouldn’t allow anyone, even the President of
Ricks’ University, to closely associate themselves with Dylan’s
poetry.
Well Uncle Rat he gave his consent,

And the weasel wrote the publishment,
“Well, uncle Rat” well Dylan “he gave his consent” agreed to
let Ricks reprint his poetry “And the weasel” Christopher Ricks
whose weasel words were used to deliberately make
statements evasive or misleading “wrote the publishment”
published his book that was supposed to impress the Noble
Prize Committee but did not. “Uncle Rat” or “the Magic Rat"
(Dylan), as in
Springsteen’s Jungleland:
The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down
them hallways in the night
"The Rat's own dream guns him down” Dylan’s own poems
expose him “as shots” heroin injections “echo down them
hallways in the night” reverberate and manifest themselves in
Dylan's concert hall performances “No one watches when the
ambulance” when Dylan’s great literature “pulls away”
vanishes “Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light” or as
Dylan shuts out the truth and gets high on heroin. I'll Be Your
Baby Tonight, "Shut the light, shut the shade / You don't have
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to be afraid / I'll be your baby tonight" “and the poets down

here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all
be” and Dylan downed out on smack is a political
conservative. Froggie Went A-Courtin’ continues:
Well where will the wedding supper be?

Way down yonder in a hollow tree,
“Well now where will the wedding supper be” for whom will
Rick’s perform this service? “supper” as in sing for one's
supper to obtain something by performing a service “Way
down yonder” somewhere in Hell “in a hollow tree” and it will
be for someone without substance or character: a hollow
person whose history
Springsteen lays out:
Yeah the first come in was a flying moth,

Who laid out the tablecloth,
“Yeah the first to come in” the first guest to arrive at the
wedding, to come into Dylan’s life “was a flying moth” was a
pest that liked to fly high on reefer “Who laid out” who
displayed to everyone “the tablecloth” what Dylan had for
diner based on what I found in his garbage.
Well the next to come in was a junie bug,

She brought the whiskey in a water jug,
“Well the next come in” well the next guest to enter “was a
junie bug” was someone who taped, bugged Dylan’s
telephone conversations “She brought the whiskey” she
revealed Dylan’s use of an intoxicant “in a water jug” and it
held water; of an argument or idea to be believable or
reasonable.
Next come in was a big black snake,

Chased them all into the lake,
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“The next come in” the next guest “was a big” leftist “black”
attended with disaster; calamitous “snake” a person, esp. a
colleague or friend, who secretly acts against one and throws
a birthday party for Bob Dylan “Chased them all into the lake”
made Dylan head across the lake, the Atlantic Ocean, for
Israel.
Little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf
If you want any more, you can sing it yourself
Yip, go!
“Little piece” an artistic or literary creation “of cornbread” that

is corny, dull and tiresome but with pretensions of significance
or originality. Diamond Joe "His bread” mainstay, bread and
butter “it was corndodger” "laying on a shelf” laying on a shelf
in a bookstore “If you want any more” if you want a better puff
job sweetheart book “you can sing it yourself” the only
alternative would be for Dylan to have written the book
himself. “Yip, go!” Go Yippie AJ Weberman, beat the pants off
Ricks.
SPRINGSTEEN: YOUR OWN WORST ENEMY HAS COME

TO TOWN 2007
The Dylan To English Dictionary 2005 was an approximation

to Dylanese however it was the most advanced Dylanological
work of its time. Springsteen commented on it:
You can't sleep at night

You can't dream your dream
Your fingerprints on file
Left clumsily at the scene
Your own worst enemy has come to town
“You can't sleep at night” Bobby you presently can’t find

contentment “Sleep” as find contentment, Springsteen’s No
Surrender, "I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my
lover's bed." “You can't dream your dream” you can’t dream
up your poetry without fear that it will be translated or mis-
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translated “Your fingerprints” your writing, traces of your

existence, any identifying characteristic left behind “on file” in
a line of things arranged one behind the other in a certain
order, in this case alphabetical order as in a dictionary “Left
clumsily” turned into leftist thoughts and expressed in an
inelegant or ungraceful way; ‘an awkward prose style’ “at the
scene” at the scene, the surroundings amid which anything is
set before the imagination “Your own worst enemy has come
to town” A. J. Weberman who is widely regarded as Dylan's
arch enemy is going to go to town on you.
There's a face you know

Staring back from the shop window
The condition you're in
Now you just can't get out of this skin
“There's a face you know” Dylan's actual face “Staring back

from the shop window” staring back from Amazon books, a
window one opens on a computer to shop: The Dylan To
English Dictionary 2005 “The condition you're in” the social
position; rank “Now you just can't get out of” now you can't
suppress “this skin” Weberman reprinting your lyrics, “skin” to
produce, in recitation, examination, etc., the work of another
for one's own.
The times they got too clear

So you removed all the mirrors
Once the family felt secure
Now no one's very sure
“The times they got too clear” the major review of The Dylan
To English Dictionary 2005 appeared in The New York Times
by Colin Moynihan and suggested some of Dylan's poetry
dealt with the relationship I had with Bob Dylan such as the
line, "the laughter down on Elizabeth Street" “So you removed
all the mirrors” so made sure that those media outlets that
would have repeated this story, other major publications, did
not review this book “Once the family” once your body of work
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“felt secure” was impenetrable “Now no one's very sure” now

Weberman is advancing the state of the art of Dylanology.
SHACKLED AND DRAWN: DYLAN AND AIDS***
DYLAN AT ELTON JOHN’S AIDS RESEARCH BENEFIT
Gray morning light spits through the shade

Another day older, closer to the grave
Closer to the grave and come the dawn
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Gray morning light spits A slender, pointed rod on which meat

is impaled for broiling. Dylan in the Disease of Conceit “it will
turn you into a piece of meat” another day older and closer to
the grave another day with HIV and closer to death Closer to
the grave “grave” fraught with danger or harm: a grave wound
and come the dawn and with age something is beginning to be
perceived or understood: Realization of the inevitability of
death soon dawned on Zimmerman I woke up this
morning Bob Dylan was brought into a state of awareness or
alertness: suddenly woke to the danger he was in shackled
chained restrained or confined as if with chains: gays who
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were chained to a life of being HIV positive and drawn

Haggard, as from fatigue or ill health: a wan, drawn face due
to disseminated histoplasmosis.
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn

Pick up the rock son, carry it on
What’s a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn ⁄ Pick up the rock

son, carry it on this is a reference to the Myth of Sisyphus
where Sis rolls a rock up a hill but when he gets to the top the
rock rolls back down and again and Sis has to start from
scratch. Judging from the fact Dylan “picked up a nail” (as
Hickey recalled in his soliloquy in The Iceman Cometh) by not
using a condom Dylan believed in The Myth Of Syphilis not
Sisyphus What’s a poor boy this is the first clue and a give-a-
way that tells you the song is about Dylan. Dylan calls himself
a poor boy in Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here With You, “If there’s
a poor boy” if there’s another folksinger on McDougall Street
“then let him have my seat” then let him have my position of
prominence cause tonight I’ll be staying here with [the best
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horse money can buy] you. The second clue is to do in a world

gone wrong World Gone Wrong is a CD by Dylan in which he
first sings about what it is like to have HIV. A swear by Allah
his whole world went wrong when he picked up that
motherfucker. I woke up this morning shackled and drawn I’m
trudging walking heavily and firmly, as when weary, or through
mud through the dark in a world gone wrong Once again
World Gone Wrong was a CD by Bob Dylan in which he first
revealed he was HIV Positive I woke up this morning shackled
and drawn
Freedom son’s a dirty shirt

The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt
A shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone
Freedom son’s a dirty shirt “shirt” as “word” in Springsteen’s

The Line “as we drove her brother’s shirt slipped open” “Shirt”
as word in Lost in the Flood “Eighth Avenue sailors in
satin shirts whisper in the air” The sun in the sun In the public
eye on my face “face” as “race” as in The Hour that the Ship
Comes In “the sun will respect every face on the deck the hour
that the ship comes in” and my shovel spoon used to snort
coke or heroin in the dirt moral corruption. A shovel in the dirt
keeps the devil gone a snort of smack keeps the withdrawal
symptoms at bay bedevil To torment mercilessly; plague.
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn I was once

shackled to heroin and depleted of moral strength. The boss
don’t use horse.
Gambling man rolls the dice, workingman pays the bill

It’s still fat and easy up on banker’s hill
Up on banker’s hill, the party’s going strong
Down here below we’re shackled and drawn
Gambling man rolls the dice “gamble” to engage in reckless or

hazardous behavior: You are gambling with your health by
continuing to to engage in anal intercourse with hookers
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workingman pays the bill Dylan who is widely regarded as a

Leftist bears the expense Up on banker’s hill, the party’s going
strong for the record companies Dylan’s Leftist songs are still
bringing in dough Man At The Top by Springsteen “Here
comes a banker, here comes a businessman Here comes a
kid with a guitar in his hand / Dreaming of his record in
number-one spot /Everybody wants to be the man at the top”
Down here below we’re shackled and drawn…Shackled and
drawn, shackled and drawn ⁄ Pick up the rock son, carry it
on…We’re trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong
I always loved the feel of sweat on my shirt

Stand back son and let a man work
Let a man work, is that so wrong
I always loved the feel of sweat Informal To fret or worry. Born

to Run “In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway
American dream” on my shirt about the words to my song
poems Let a man work, let a man enchant artfully, especially
for the purpose of influencing: The politician worked the crowd
at the Obama benefit is that so wrong ⁄ I woke up this morning
shackled and drawn Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
⁄ Pick up the rock son, carry it on…What’s a poor boy Again:
Dylan describes himself as a poor boy during his folk period.
In Poor Boy Blues Dylan wrote “Hey, stop you ol’ train / Let a
poor boy ride / Cain’t ya hear me cryin’? / Hm, hm, hm” to do
in a world gone wrong what’s some who was once a
wholesome folk singer to do in a world of HIV? I woke up this
morning shackled and drawn…
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn

Pick up the rock son, carry it on
What’s a poor boy to do but keep singing his song
The song ends with gospel singers saying “Stand up and be

counted.” Springsteen is wasting his breath with Dylan.
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MY OKLAHOMA FARM IT BLOWED AWAY
Of course I know that this song was written by Sis

Cunningham. Her husband, Gordon Friesen was one of the
first to publish my theories on Dylan in Broadside Magazine. I
knew Sis Cunningham. Springsteen choose this song because
with a few minor changes it mirrors events in Bob Dylan's
career.
When they opened up the strip

I was young and full of zip
I wanted some place to call my home
And so I made the race and I staked
Me out a place
And settled down along the Cimarron
WHEN ROBERT ALLEN ZIMMERMAN HIT THE MCDOUGAL

STREET STRIP HE WAS YOUNG AND FULL OF ZIP
When they opened up the strip (when Dylan first hit the strip of
folk joints on McDougal Street in Greenwich Village) I was
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young and full of zip (Robert Allen Zimmerman was young,

idealistic also full of poetry) I wanted some place to call my
own (Dylan was looking for steady gig, In Positively Fourth
Street Dylan told the folkies that he knew they were
"dissatisfied with their position and their place") And so I
made the race, and staked me out a place (he beat out the
other folk singers) / And settled down along the Cimarron (a
river in Oklahoma - freedom according to the D to E Dictionary
- as in the works of Mark Twain)
It blowed away (blown away),

It blowed away (blown away)
My Oklahoma home, it blown away
Well it looked so green and fair
When I built my shanty there
My Oklahoma home, it blown away
AJ AND GORDON FRIESEN
Well I planted wheats and oats,

Got some chickens and some shoats
Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow,
I got an old red muley cow
And I also got a fancy mortgage
On this place
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I planted wheat (songs as in these allegorical Springsteen

poems, "Well Franky went in the army back in 1965 I got a
farm deferment, settled down / took Maria for my wife / But
them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were
gettin' robbed / Franky came home in '68, and me, I took this
job" (Highway Patrolman) "Tractors and combines / Out in the
cold / Sheds piled high / With the wheat we ain't sold silos
filled with / Last year's crops / If something don't break me /
We'll gonna drop" (Sugarland) and oats, got some chickens
and some shows [or shoats whatever that is), Aimed to have
some ham (unskilled folk musicians) and eggs to feed my face
(feed my ego) / Got a mule (people who carry drugs on behalf
of others) to pull the plow (deal with verbally or in some form
of artistic expression - Peter Paul and Mary with Blowin In The
Wind), got an old red muley cow (got sponsorship from the
Reds, the CPUSA) / And got a fancy mortgage on the place
(got a record contract with Columbia)
It blowed away, it blowed away,

All the crops I planted (all the songs I wrote) blowed away.
You can't grow any grain (a grain of truth) if you ain't got any
rain (unless you ar);
All except the mortgage blowed away.
It looked so green and fair, when I built my shanty there,

I figured I was all set for life.
I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest
And went to town and picked me out a wife.
Black car shinin' on a Sunday morn

Mama go to church now, Mama go to church now
Friday night daddy's shirt is torn
Daddy's goin' downtown, daddy's goin' downtown
Ain't no one understand this sweet thing we do (All I Am
Thinking About)
It looked so green (Dylan looked young) and fair (and sang

about equality ) when I built my shanty there (a rough public
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house, a veneer of make-believe poverty) / But my Oklahoma

home (Dylan's roots in the Left, in Woodrow Wilson Guthrie
who hailed from Oklahoma) it blowed away (it was destroyed)
She blowed away, she blowed away

My Oklahoma woman blowed away.
Mister as I bent and kissed her, she was picked up by a
twister; My Oklahoma woman blowed away.
Then my protest days blowed away and Mister as Springsteen

loved Bob he was picked up my heroin and was twisted and
Bruce’s idol blowd away.
Then I was left alone a-listenin' to the moan

Of the wind around the corners of my shack;
So I took off down the road when the south wind blowed,
A-travelin' with the wind at my back.
I blowed away, I blowed away
Chasin' a dust cloud up ahead.
Then she got lost in the days. The smile Rainey

depended on dusted away, the arms that held him were no
more his home.
He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the
ghost of the Ramones.
Once it looked so green and fair,

now it's up there in the air;
My Oklahoma farm is overhead.
Now I'm always close to home no matter where I roam,
For Oklahoma dust is everywhere.
Makes no difference where I'm walkin',
I can hear my chickens squawkin'
I can hear my wife a-talkin' in the air.

My Oklahoma home blowed away.
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But my home is always near; it's in the atmosphere,

My Oklahoma home that blowed away.
I'm a roamin' Oklahoman, but I'm always close to home

And I'll never get homesick 'til I die.
No matter where I'm found, my home is all around;
My Oklahoma home is in the sky.

My farm down upon the Cimarron.
But all around the world, wherever dust is whirled,
Some is from my Oklahoma home.

My Oklahoma home blowed away.
Oh it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by,
my Oklahoma home is blowed away.
Springsteen received his Doctorate in Dylanology even before

I did, and I invented the word! Springsteen referred to Bobby
Dylan as “Bobby.” For example in Glory Days he wrote,
"There's a girl that lives up the block ("block" as "head," from
the idiom "knock your block off" - translation: Dylan is smarter
than Springsteen and operates on a higher level) / In school
(as he established his own school of poetry) / she could turn
all the boys heads (and she could change and upgrade the
way in which other rock poets composed poetry in their heads,
their minds. Note the use of "block" and "head" in close
proximity) / Sometimes on Friday (on a day where people
often go out to view entertainment) / I would stop by (mimic
Zimmerman's music - stop: to adjust the vibrating length of a
guitar string by pressing down with a finger) / and have a few
drinks (drink - drink something in - to listen to it, learn it
eagerly, while I sang it and played it. Absorbed it…) / after she
put her kids (her creations) / to bed (to put a newspaper to bed
- to finish a work, apropos since Zimmerman based many of
his topical poems on newspaper articles) / Her husband
(husband - to manage resources wisely, as the early Dylan
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did) / Bobby / they split up (Zimmerman changed, left the

topical song world)...."
DEVILS AND DUST***
“I got my finger (to accuse, point the finger at someone, also

finger - in music. To indicate on a part or composition the
choice and configuration of fingers to be used for a piece of
music) / on the trigger (something that starts off a chain of
events as Dylan has done in the pop music world) / But I don't
know who to trust (trust - have belief or confidence in, or
reliance on, the truth, goodness, character, power, ability, etc
of someone - Springsteen has lost his faith in Zimmerman) /
When I look into your eyes (when I examine your thoughts,
look into your mind - eyes as “in the mind’s eye” or “more than
meets the eye”) / There's just devils (evil, and someone who
excels at something as in "Zimmerman is a devil of a poet") /
and dust (British - garbage as in trash - in Restless
Farewell Zimmerman wrote, "The dust of rumor covers me")…
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“You’re a long, long way from home Bob (you have strayed a
long way from roots on the Left) / Home’s a long long way
from us (and I no longer share your goals, home as “home
run”) / Hear a dirty wind a blowin (I hear you disseminating
lies, excrement, trash in your poetry - wind a blowin’ as
in Blowin In The Wind ) / devils and dust…
“I got God on my side (of course With God On My Side is a

Zimmerman song poem - Dylan feels justified in his beliefs) /
And I'm just trying to survive (and he is trying to stay alive
despite being HIV positive) / What if what you do to survive
(but what if having to take numerous combinations of anti-viral
drugs) / Kills the things you love (kills not only the virii but the
spirit of humanity that dwells within you) / Fear's (of death) / a
powerful thing, baby / It can turn your heart black you can trust
(it can make your innermost feelings, heart of hearts, black,
pessimistic, cynical, evil, and you better believe it) / It'll take
your God filled soul (it will take your once political essence) /
And fill it with devils and dust (in another verse Springsteen
sings the word “song” rather than “soul” and “god-fearin’”
rather than “God-filled” in a similar reference to Dylan early
works)
“Well I dreamed of you last night (I wrote a poem about you

recently, "dream" as in Dear Landlord where Dylan wrote, "my
dreams are beyond control") / In a field (a region of space in
which one object exerts force on another) / of blood (a blood
disease) / and stone (that is written in stone, immutable,
incurable) / The blood (the disease) / began to dry (cause
Dylan to lack warmth of character) / The smell (to be aware of
something by intuition; to recognize signs or traces of:
Example: I smell a self-hating Jew) / began to rise (originate,
increase).”
“Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie / In a field of mud

(disgraced out of favor, Zimmerman's name is mud with those
on the Left who are in the know. Also a battlefield as in
Dylan’s Long Ago Far Away, “The war guns they went off wild
/ The whole world bled its blood / Men's bodies floated on the
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edge / Of oceans made of mud”) and bone (disagreement -

Springsteen has a bone to pick with Dylan, also blood is
produced in the bone marrow) / Your blood began to dry (no
longer produce T-cells) / The smell to rise (and the virus
began to catch up with you)…
“Now every woman and every man (all of your fans) / They
wanna take a righteous stand (justifiable morally correct
political position) / Find the love that God wills (find the
political and social truth that is their destiny to progress to) /
And the faith (loyalty to a promise) / that He commands (that
they deserve or are entitled to. Also Zimmerman’s knowledge
of and ability to use language - his command of the English
language) / I've got my finger on the trigger (Springsteen did a
song about, Amador Diallo, a guy the NYPD killed with
numerous shots) / And tonight (presently) / faith just ain't
enough (his old belief in Zimmerman will no longer suffice) /
When I look inside my heart (when Springsteen looks into his
heart of hearts, his true beliefs) / There's just devils and dust
(all he sees is the evil and sick trash that Zimmerman is
generating).”
ERIE CANAL
I've got an old mule and her name is Sal

Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
She's a good old worker and a good old pal
We've hauled some barges in our day
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay
And we know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo
Low bridge, everybody down

Low bridge for we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If you've ever navigated on
The Erie Canal
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We'd better look around for a job, old gal

Fifteen years on the Erie Canal
You bet your life I wouldn't part with Sal
Giddap there gal, we've passed that lock
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock
One more trip and then we'll go
Right back home to Buffalo

Low bridge, I've the finest mule in town
Once a man named Mike McGinty
Tried to put it over Sal
Now he's way down on the bottom of
The Erie Canal
Oh, where would I be if I lost my pal?

Oh, I'd like to see a mule as good as Sal
A friend of mine once made her sore
Now, he's got a broken jaw
'Cause she let fly with her iron toe
And kicked him into Buffalo
Low bridge, everybody down,

Low bridge, I've the finest mule in town.
If yo're looking for trouble
Better stay away from Sal
She's the only fightin' donkey on the Erie Canal
In town I passed Sal's grocery

The barbershop on South Street
I looked into their faces
They were all rank strangers to me
The veterans' hall high up on the hill
Stood silent and alone
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The diner was shuttered and boarded

With a sign that just said "gone"
I don't want to call when I want my Sal

She trots from her stall like a good old gal,
I eat my meals with Sal each day,
I eat beef and she eats hay
She ain't so slow if you want to know
She put the "Buff" in Buffalo

Eats a bale of hay for dinner
And on top of that, my Sal
Tries to drink up all the water in the Erie Canal
I've got an old MULE and her name is SAL

She's a good old WORKER and a good old pal
“I've got an old mule and her name is Sal”
Mule informal an obstinate or stubborn person. Bob never

called me A.J. just “Al”
She's a good old WORKER and a good old pal
Worker: A member of the working class.
We've hauled some BARGES in our day

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Barge To intrude or interrupt, especially rudely: barged into

the meeting.
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay
Filled with LUMBER,
Something useless or cumbersome.
COAL,
haul someone over the coals to reprimand someone
and HAY
make hay of to throw into confusion
And we know every inch of the way

From Albany to
BUFFALO
To confuse or deceive:
And you'll always know your neighbor
Fans as in Farewell Angelina
And the neighbors they clap

And they cheer with each blast
And you'll always know your pal

If you've ever navigated on
The Erie Canal
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We'd better look around for a JOB, old gal

YOU BET YOUR LIFE I wouldn't part with Sal
Dylan offered me a job as his bodyguard.
Giddap there gal, we've passed that LOCK
Sports A hold in wrestling or self-defense that is secured on a

part of an opponent's body. Bob attacked me.
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock

One more trip and then we'll go
Dylan “I left Rome and landed in Brussels” where Verlaine

stabbed Rimbaud.
Right back home to Buffalo
To not understanding Dylan

Once a man named Mike McGinty
Tried to put it over Sal
Now he's way down on the bottom of
The Erie Canal
Oh, where would I be if I lost my pal?

Oh, I'd like to see a mule as good as Sal
A friend of mine once made her sore
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Now, he's got a BROKEN JAW

'Cause she let fly with her iron toe
And kicked him into Buffalo
In The Hitter Bruce allegorically depicts the time Bob jumped

me.
I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud

Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our
blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my BROKEN JAW
I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
'Till I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone

Low bridge, I've the finest mule in town.
If yo're looking for trouble
BETTER STAY AWAY FROM SAL
She's the only FIGHTIN' donkey on the Erie Canal
Dylan said If I was a kid and saw you walking down the street I
would cross over to the other side. In Rank Strangers, and
autobiographical song he wrote
In town I passed SAL'S grocery

The barbershop on South Street
I looked into their faces
They were all rank strangers to me
The veterans' hall high up on the hill
Stood silent and alone
The diner was shuttered and boarded
With a sign that just said "gone"
I don't want to CALL when I want my Sal

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She TROTS from her stall like a good old gal,

I recorded a phone CALL with Bob where I was very Left Wing
Trot - informal a follower of Trotsky; Trotskyist
I eat my meals with Sal each day,

I eat beef and she eats hay
She ain't so slow if you want to know
She put the "BUFF" IN BUFFALO
Buff a devotee or well-informed student of some activity or

subject: Civil War buffs.

Eats a bale of hay for dinner
And on top of that, my Sal
Tries to DRINK UP all the water in the Erie Canal
Drink up knowledge, understand Bob Dylan.
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN: DEVILS AND DUST
I got my finger on the trigger

But I don't know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home's a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust
“I got my finger (to accuse, point the finger at someone, also

finger - in music. To indicate on a part or composition the
choice and configuration of fingers to be used for a piece of
music) / on the trigger (something that starts off a chain of
events as Springsteen has done in the pop music world) / But
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I don’t know who to trust (trust - have belief or confidence in,

or reliance on, the truth, goodness, character, power, ability,
etc of someone - Springsteen has lost his faith in Dylan) /
When I look into your eyes (when I examine your thoughts,
look into your mind) / There’s just devils (evil, and someone
who excels at something as in "Dylan is a devil of a poet") /
and dust (deceit. Also British - garbage as in trash).”
“You’re a long, long way from home Bob (you have strayed a
long way from roots on the Left) / Home’s a long long way
from us (and I no longer share your goals) / Hear a dirty wind
a blowin (I hear you disseminating lies, excrement, trash in
your poetry – wind a blowin’ as in Blowin In The Wind) / devils
and dust.”
I got God on my side

And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust
“I got God on my side (Dylan’s With God On My Side - Dylan

feels justified in his beliefs) / And I’m just trying to survive (and
he is trying to stay alive despite what is being HIV positive) /
What if what you do to survive (but what if having to adopt an
embittered worldview) / Kills the things you love (kills the spirit
of humanity that dwells within you) / Fear (of death) / is a
powerful thing, baby / It can turn your heart black you can trust
(it can make your innermost feelings, heart of hearts, black,
pessimistic, cynical, evil, and you better believe it) / It’ll take
your God filled soul (it will take your once political essence) /
And fill it with devils and dust (in another verse Springsteen
sings the word “song” rather than “soul” and “god-fearin’”
rather than “Godfilled” in a similar reference to Dylan’s early
works).”
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Well I dreamed of you last night

In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And the smell began to rise
“Well I dreamed of you last night (I wrote a poem about you

recently, “dream” as in Dylan’s Dear Landlord, “my dreams are
beyond control”) / In a field (a region of space in which one
object exerts force on another) / of blood (a often fatal blood
disease) / and stone (that is written in stone, immutable,
incurable) / The blood (the life within you) / began to dry
(cause Dylan to lack warmth of character) / The smell (to be
aware of something by intuition; to recognize signs or traces
of: Example: I smell a rat. Also smell as stench) / began to rise
(originate, increase).”
“Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie (In Glory Days

Springsteen wrote, There’s a girl that lives up the block
[“block” as “head,” from the idiom “knock your block off” -
translation: Dylan is smarter than Springsteen and operates
on a higher level] / In school [as he established his own school
of poetry] / she could turn all the boys heads [and she could
change and upgrade the way in which other rock poets
composed poetry in their heads, their minds. Note the use of
“block” and “head” in close proximity] / Sometimes on Friday
[on a day where people often go out to view entertainment] / I
would stop by [mimic Dylan’s music - stop: to adjust the
vibrating length of a guitar string by pressing down with a
finger] / and have a few drinks [drink - drink something in - to
listen to it, learn it eagerly, while I sang it and played it.
Absorbed it…] / after she put her kids [her creations] / to bed
[to put a newspaper to bed - to finish a work, apropos since
Dylan based many of his topical poems on newspaper articles]
/ Her husband [husband – to manage resources wisely, as the
early Dylan did] / Bobby / they split up… [Dylan changed, left
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the topical song world]” / In a field of mud (disgraced out of

favor, Dylan’s name is mud with those on the Left who are in
the know. Also a battlefield) and bone (disagreement -
Springsteen has a bone to pick with Dylan, also blood is
produced in the bone marrow) / Your blood began to dry (no
longer produce T-cells) / The smell to rise (and the virus
began to catch up with you).”
We've got God on our side

Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust
“Now every woman and every man (all of your fans) / They
wanna take a righteous stand (justifiably morally correct
political position) / Find the love that God wills (find the
political and social truth that is their destiny to progress to) /
And the faith (loyalty to a promise) / that He commands (that
they deserve or are entitled to. Also Dylan’s knowledge of and
ability to use language - his command of the English
language) / I’ve got my finger on the trigger (Springsteen is at
the forefront of supporting Democrats like John Kerry) / And
tonight (presently) / faith just ain’t enough (his old belief in
Dylan will no longer suffice) / When I look inside my heart
(when Springsteen looks into his heart of hearts, his true
beliefs) / There’s just devils and dust (all he sees is the evil
and trash that Dylan is generating).”
Well I've got God on my side

And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
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Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
DON MCLEAN AMERICAN PIE THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED:

FALL 1971
Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
“There we were all in one place” there we were in the same

position in a social scale - the hippy era “A generation lost in
space” having the unrestrained liberty to think, do, etc as we
wished. Also getting spaced out on acid “With no time left to
start again” having just tuned in turned on and dropped out
“So come on Jack” so come on Bob Dylan “be nimble” be
marked by quick, clever conception, as in a nimble mind “Jack
be quick” Bob be fast in understanding, thinking, or learning:
mentally agile “Jack Flash” someone who came up with a
sudden and brilliant burst as in a flash of wit “sat on a candle
stick” Bob Dylan put out a light, extinguished a hope “‘Cause
fire” because an extreme passion for something such as scag
“is the Devil’s only friend” is playing into the hands of Lucifer
“As I watched him on the stage” as I watched him perform on
stage “My hands were clenched in fists of rage” I got really
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pissed. Also to do something about it was the then-current

rage in the rock poetry world “No angel” no guiding force
“born” created “in Hell” who, although demonized, raised hell
about Dylan’s alleged addiction and lack of political
commitment. A. J. Weberman, Minister of Defense, of the
Dylan Liberation Front “Could break that Satan’s spell” could
get Dylan straight and out of the psychological state induced
by the devil drugs that had completely captured Dylan’s
attention “And as flames” and as Dylan’s passion “climbed
high” progressed and got him high “into the night” into the
present time in Dylan’s life “To light the sacrificial rite” and
illuminated the path to sacrificing what appeared to be his
politics to addiction and possibly even death by an overdose “I
saw Satan laughing with delight” I saw evil ridiculing and
triumphing over good and Satan taking Dylan’s soul to Hell
where it would undergo eternal torment “the day the music
died” the day Bob Dylan figuratively died.
PAUL SIMON’S YOU CAN CALL ME AL 1986
Paul Simon was intrigued by the Dylan-Weberman myth and

wrote several poems about it.
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bone digger Bone digger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away from my well-lit door
Mr. Beer belly Beer belly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
“A man walks down the street” a man lives in Greenwich

Village on Bleecker Street (I lived in the Village in the early
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1970’s) “He says why am I soft” he says why am I going easy

on Bob Dylan? “soft” tending to take a soft line usually used
with on: soft on dictators “in the middle now” and why am I in
the middle of the political spectrum on this issue? “The rest of
my life is so hard” the rest of my life is so extreme; intense in
force, manner, or degree, I am a revolutionary “I need a photo
opportunity” I need an opportunity to take a memorable and
effective photograph with a celebrity so that I too gain attain
celebrity status “I want a shot” I want a chance to disseminate
a pointed or critical remark “at redemption” at redeeming
Bob’s Dylan’s devil and dust infested soul “Don’t want to end
up a cartoon” don’t want to end up a ludicrously simplistic one
dimensional portrayal of a revolutionary “In a cartoon
graveyard” forgotten about like so many others, buried forever
“Bone-digger” hey one who digs up bones; an archaeologist or
grave robber or garbologist, looking for skeletons in the closet
that might have been inadvertently disposed of in Dylan’s
garbage “Dogs” a dirty dog, a despicable person “in the
moonlight” garbology was often performed at night in a
clandestine fashion “Far away from my well-lit door” sarcastic:
close by at the door to Dylan’s townhouse. “Mr. Beer belly” Mr.
Policeman “Get these mutts away from me” mutt short for
muttonhead dull-witted person “You know I don’t find this stuff
amusing anymore” you know I no longer think this kind of thing
is humorous.
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
“If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal” Dylan

offered me a job as his bodyguard if I would only stop saying
he was a doper “And Betty when you call me” and Weberman
when you order or request me to undertake a particular
activity such as being part of the anti-Vietnam war movement.
Also and Weberman when you telephone me “You can call
me, Al” you can demand payment from me for your silence:
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call in a loan, yes you can Al. Dylan never addressed me as A.

J. only Al.
A man walks down the street

It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen and Hallelujah!
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As stated I told Dylan about my trip to Mexico to find out what

the Third World was really like. After reading about my
Mexican adventure in the interview I did with Dylan and after
reading about it in Rolling Stone Magazine Paul Simon wrote,
“A man walks down the street” a man lives on the streets of a
city viewed as a depressed environment in which there is
poverty, crime, prostitution and dereliction; “It's a street in a
strange world” it is something that is unfamiliar or new to him
“Maybe it's the Third World” maybe it’s Mexico “Maybe it's his
first time around” maybe he has never been there before “He
doesn't speak the language” he does not speak Spanish “He
holds no currency” he does not put his faith in the Capitalists
who exploit Mexicans “He is a foreign man” he is a Socialist, a
Communist “foreign” he was believer in an ideology foreign to
the United States “He is surrounded by the sound” Mexico
was over-populated in 1963 “Cattle” humans, especially when
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viewed contemptuously “in the marketplace” being victimized

by the commercial world of buying and selling, Capitalism
“Scatterlings and orphanages” one who has no home or
residence, homeless people and children without parents. “He
looks around, around / He sees angels” he looks around and
he observes reality first hand and sees Communist leaders
offering the people of the Third World the promise of a better
life “in the architecture” in an orderly arrangement of parts;
structure: the architecture of Socialism “Spinning in infinity”
producing goods for everyone with no limits “He says Amen!
and Hallelujah!” he says may it be, thank God it is here
because what is truth and what is the right thing to do
depends on where you look out at the world from. Born into
extreme poverty with no chance of advancement it might be
worth it to give up certain political freedoms in return for a
decent standard of living. Dylan used a similar metaphor to
architecture in Days of ’49 when he wrote “a roaring bad
design.”
There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget

He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's
roaring yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
“There was Rag shag Bill from Buffalo” there was the ragged
folksinger who had everyone fooled, buffaloed “I never will
forget” of course not because it was me “He would roar all
day” he would protest in the past “and he'd roar all night” and
he would protest in the present “and I guess he's roaring yet”
and I guess he’s still a roaring success even today “One day
he fell in a prospect hole” one day he stumbled into financial
expectations of success “in a roaring” in a disorderly or rowdy
“bad design” evil scheme or pattern that affects and controls
function or development; Communism “And in that hole” and
in that prison “he roared out” he destroyed “roar” of a fire; to
burn fiercely with a roaring sound “his soul” he sold his soul “in
the days of '49.”
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PAUL SIMON ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE

SCHOOLYARD 1972
The Paul Simon poem Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard

was a light hearted look at the Dylan-Weberman myth. First of
all my middle name is “Jules.”
The mama pajama rolled out of bed

And she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
Weberman the sleeping pothead roll: To wrap (something)

round and round upon itself or around something else. Often
used with up: roll up a joint - Weberman woke up and decided
to squeak on Bob Dylan. When the political side of
Weberman found out he began to protest and began
investigating Dylan and his heroin inspired poems.
It's against the law

It was against the law
What the mama saw
It was against the law
It’s against criminal law? It is also against moral law since

heroin turns you into a monomaniac.
The mama looked down and spit on the ground

Every time my name gets mentioned
Weberman looked down on Dylan and showed his contempt

anytime Dylan’s name was mentioned.
The papa said oy if I get that boy

I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention
Weberman who was Jewish said if I get that renegade Jew I

will make him stop using drugs detention: custody or
confinement, esp of a suspect awaiting trial
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(Education) a form of punishment in which a pupil is detained

after school
Well I'm on my way

I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time
Dylan is on his was to dying of a heroin overdose but it is not

going to happened overnight. He is confused as to the
meaning of life – it ain’t to shoot dugi.
But I done know where

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona
Goodbye to the rosie outlook of the Left popular in New York

City
See you, me and Julio

Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See Simon, Dylan and Weberman down by the school yard

where Dylan would play basketball. See the three of us in
Greenwich Village.
Me and Julio down by the schoolyard
In a couple of days they come and

Take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest
Come to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek
And I'm on my way
“In a couple of days they come and take me away” Dylan was
at a low point in his career “But the press let the story leak” but
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media like Rolling Stone let the story out that I suspected
Dylan was a junkie, that I got his garbage “And when the
radical priest come to get me released” and when I, A. J.
Weberman came to release Dylan from his addiction “We was
all on the cover of Newsweek” the Dylan-Weberman story was
in Newsweek Magazine. Newsweek ran a full-page article
about Dylanology.
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CREDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL
DOWN ON THE CORNER 1969:
Early in the evenin' just about supper time,

Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Over by where this move is going to be judged, the

courthouse
Unwind:
Business To back off from (a stated policy or financial commit
ment): "Bob was preparing to unwind from folk music."
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.
Dylan and his band trying to bring up the tempo from folk
music while Dylan plays the guitar and harmonica
Down on the corner, out in the street

Willy and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel (bag of smack); tap your feet.
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,

Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.
Rooster (Dylan who is waking people up) / hits (indulges

excessively in) / the wash board (an instrument used by the
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Black community to play folk music: the early Dylan plays

Black music. Also Dylan washed, went over, with a committee
and was awarded a contract from Columbia Records) / and
people just got to smile (everybody approves) / Blinky (Dylan
the folksinger) / thumps (as a Southern Baptist thumps a bible,
Dylan thumped Leftwing doctrine.) / the gut-bass (and had
courage, guts, doing so) / and solos for a while (and played
acoustic guitar and sang by himself for a while) / Poorboy
twangs the rhythm out, on his kalamazoo (Dylan the rock star
plays electrified rock and roll music) / Willie goes into a dance
and doubles on kazoo / (Dylan goes along with the dance of
drugs, follows closely and does whatever something or
someone wants, and takes doubles of kazoo).”
You don't need a penny just to hang around,

But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy noise.
People come from all around to watch the magic boy.
“Down on the corner (in a remote part of the music business)

/ out in the street (doing something that is suited to them) /
Willie and the Poorboys are playin’ (Dylan and his back-up
band are playing – wrong use of poor) / Bring a nickel (bring
a nickel bag of heroin) / tap (use up, exhaust) / your feet (your
determination to change the world) /
KRIS KRISTOFFERSON ME AND BOBBY MCGEE: 1968
“From the Kentucky coal mines (from songs like North Country
Blues that dealt with coal miners) / To the California (to his
new frontier) / of sun (never experienced before under the
sun) / Yeah, Bobby (Dylan) / shared the secrets of my soul
(shared my idealism and art in which it was expressed) /
Through all kinds of weather (through various states or
vicissitudes of life or fortune) / Through every thing that we
done (through both of our careers) / Yeah Bobby baby kept
me from the cold (from media that failed to evoke human
emotion and compassion) / One day (during a moment of
prominence) / up near Salinas (in another new frontier, this
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one with Spanish overtones) / Lord I let him slip away (do
something other than what was intended for him. Also “slip
away” as sneak away unnoticed) / He’s looking for that home
(goal) / And I hope he finds it / Well I’d trade all of my
tomorrows (I would trade all of Dylan’s later poems singing the
praises of, what in my opinion, was heroin) / For one single
yesterday (for just one song-poem like Hard Rain) / To be
holdin’ Bobby’s body (keeping the body of Dylan’s work in its
previous position) / next to mine (similar to my own) / Freedom
(not being imprisoned by something) / is just another word (is
the same as) / For nothin’ left to lose (not to have to begin or
begin to stop having a certain characteristic like drug
addiction. This is a reworking of Like A Rolling Stone where
Dylan sang, “When you ain’t got nothing you got nothing to
lose”) / Nothin’ and that’s all that Bobby left me (nothing of any
real value is what Dylan is leaving his fans at the time this
poem was composed) / But feelin’ good (feeling good about
one’s self because of being a part of human progress) / was
easy Lord / When he sang the blues (when Dylan was in his
prime, singing morally right-on poetry) / Hey, feelin’ good was
good enough for me (and I didn’t need any
counterrevolutionary drug like heroin to fill in a void) / Good
enough for me and my Bobby McGee (and if that was enough
to satisfy me it should also have been enough to satisfy
Dylan).”
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BOB DYLAN HATES HIMSELF AND HATES JEWS
BOB DYLAN, A JEW, BLAMES THE JEWS FOR THE SLAVE

TRADE
Understanding what Dylan is saying here revolves around the

definition of the word “Arab.” Dylan writes that the middlemen
in the slave trading business played their violins around
campfires at night and this seeped into the slaves heads. He
calls them Arabs but music is forbidden by the Qu’ran. Then
he says he has Arab and European Blood in him. Arab is his
code word for Jew.
On the slow train time does not interfere & at the Arabian
crossing waits White Heap, the man from the newspaper &
behind him the hundred Inevitables made of solid rock & stone
-- the Cream Judge & the Clown.
This is a description of the early part of Dylan’s career. On the

slow train as in “there’s a slow train a-comin’” some good
trend or train of thought that takes a long time to come time In
Music The meter of a musical pattern: three-quarter time. The
rate of speed at which a piece of music is played; the tempo
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doesn’t interfere with the relationship between the artist and

his audience. And at the Arabian crossing crossing: Biology
The process of crossbreeding; hybridization such as an
Ashkenazi Jew waits White Heap the White Americans, and
the man from the newspaper and the stars of the music world
& behind him the hundred Inevitables behind him are those
who failed, whose careers died made of solid rock & stone
despite their rock and roll sound.
Twinkle Clown with arabic lettering on his forehead wanting

everybody to experience his fright "you must experience my
fright to be my friend! " so says he to Lucy Tunia, whose
vegetarian legs shine like mahogany & who comforts Twinkle
Clown in his fits when he has no harem . .
Well, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast

Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast
Well, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot
But wouldn't tell me if what I had would last
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
In an interview posted on Bob Dylan dot com Zimmerman was

asked: “What was that thing about the blues being a
combination of Strauss waltzes and Arabic violins? Where did
you get that?”
I read it in a musicology book. In the 16 or 1700’s there were

African tribal wars and instead of slaughtering their enemies
like they would do today, the African chiefs roped up their
captives and sold them as slaves to Arab slave traders, who
were basically middlemen in the slave trading business. Then
the slaves had to be marched to where the ships were at the
landings; Dutch ships, English ships, Spanish ships, whatever.
And that march was a long hard tedious journey, sometime
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covering hundreds of miles. The Arabs played their violins at

night around campfires. And that sound must have drifted into
their dreams.
The first thing that makes me suspicious about this is Dylan’s

failure to name the title of the book. Then the line “The Arabs
played their violins at night around campfires.” There is only
one problem here: Playing instruments of music is a Greater
Sin or Shirk. It is Harām to play instruments like the violin.
Listening to music is also a Shirk. Music as a Shirk is reported
by Fazl ibn Shazān from Imam ‘Ali ar-Riďa (a.s.): “And to be
engrossed in musical instruments is also a Greater Sin.”
A lot of these slaves died before they even got to the boats.
When they got to the ports they’d be sold to the sea captains,
then they’d make another long journey over the water to the
New World. Hard to tell how many of them actually survived
from the whole ordeal. Agents in America would buy the
slaves from the sea captains, then the agents would sell them
to plantation owners. In the new world, they’d hear a lot of
minuets played at plantation parties … that’s sort of how it
happened according to the book, two different influences, it
was so interesting.
So you have the Arabs playing violins and the plantation

owners playing Minuets at the parties the field hands were
invited to. That was SORT OF how it happened; it wasn’t
actually how it happened because as we will later find out the
Arabs were actually Jews.
The 12 bar blues pattern, that's something else. That evidently

comes out of field hollers, where one guy sings a line and a
whole bunch of others repeat that line and maybe after that
there is a third different line. It all gets mixed up. I can’t
remember everything in the book, but this one chapter
intrigued me. It pertained to the Delta blues and for that type
of music it made sense. North Carolina stuff and Georgia and
Florida songs are different - have less of a twang and are
more melodic, seem to have more of a waltz minuet vibe,
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maybe because of who the slaves were and what they were
exposed to along the way, musically speaking. The Delta
blues has always been eerie and suspenseful, Middle Eastern
in tone, so to me it made sense. I’ve always had a feeling for
the blues, even back when I was a little boy … before I even
knew what it was … mostly the sound of the Delta blues,
because it’s probably in my DNA. I guess I must have both
Arab in me and waltz time European blood as well.
The Delta Blues Middle Eastern in tone? The Delta Blues is

part of Dylan’s DNA? The guy is a full blooded Jew - an
Ashkenazi - whose blood traces back to Israel but was mixed
with that of Europeans. The Arab blood he is talking about is
a code word for Jewish blood and the Arab middleman slave
traders Dylan was referring to are Jews.
CHRONICLES
Fear's a powerful thing, Bob Dylan

And fill it with devils and dust - B. Springsteen
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Louis Ferdinand Celine was the author of Journey To The End

of the Night a cult anti-war classic of the early 1960's popular
among the Beats. Henry Miller visited this Nazi collaborator
and Jew hater in post-war France in the late 1950's. After the
visit Miller became convinced that "the great artist is not
always the great human being." Perhaps Bob Dylan is the best
living example of this. There is no doubt in my mind that Dylan
is a great artist. But as far as the human being thing goes he
is sinking lower and lower. I know what is going on in what is
left of his mind - his anti-Zionist beliefs are starting to turn
really sour and is becoming Jew-hatred. How could a Jew be
an anti-Semite? It happens more often than one would expect.
Lyndon LaRouche, a Nazi economist, has a shitload of Jews
working for him. Fred Newman, a Jew himself, runs a Jew
hating cult in New York City. Rabbi Mordechi Weberman, my
own freakin' cousin, meets with Jew haters on a regular basis.
Dylan has a whole history of self-hate. After he converted to
Christianity, unlike the other members of the Vineyard
Christian Fellowship, he focused on the Jews killed Christ
aspect of fundamentalism and wrote, "on the way out of Egypt
through Ethiopia, the judgment of THOSE WHO KILLED
CHRIST" or "to the judgment hall of the Christ" however you
hear it. Then came the Swiftian allegory about Israel on
UNDER THE RED SKY and how it was unbelievable that
Israel acted the way it did during the Intifada. Now Dylan is
downplaying the evil of the Nazis by comparing Nazi Germany
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to modern day Israel in MODERN TIMES. Next he will be

denying the Holocaust and verbally attacking his own people
in his poetry.
I understand that Dylan is a bitter alta-cocker. I would be bitter

too if I was HIV postive, especially to fall from such a high
place. As the prison psychologists told the inmates at MDC,
the prison where I was incarcerated, "It's those who end up
here from Park Avenue, not those who lived in the projects,
who are most likely to attempt suicide." Dylan is committing
suicide via his own self-destructive political philosophy. For
the love of G-d, take pity on yourself.
In Chronicles Dylan crossed the line and became a Patrick

Buchanan type thinker - but fortunately there is no perception
of this by the public due to the fact that no journalist or
reviewer wants to be out of step with the rest of the media and
point out certain passages from Chronicles 2004 that on their
face indicate that there is something seriously wrong with
Dylan's thinking - something that reeks of a diseased mind.
HITLER WAS A TOWERING FIGURE
This paragraph is from Chronicles 2004:
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"Hitler, Churchill, Mussolini, Stalin, Roosevelt - towering

figures that the world would never see the likes of again, men
who relied on their own resolve, for better or worse, every one
of them prepared to act alone, indifferent to approval -
indifferent to wealth or love, all presiding over the destiny of
mankind and reducing the world to rubble." Hitler was a
towering figure? The dictionary defines towering figure as:
very great - a towering figure in the British art world. Dylan's
view of Hitler appears to be not unlike that of Louis Farrakhan,
a notorious Jew hater, "Here come the Jews [sic] don't like
Farrakhan, so they call me a Hitler. Well, that's a good name.
Hitler was a very great man." It also reminds me of a
statement that Nazi collaborator Gertrude Stein made in 1937:
"There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no
doubt about it fathers are depressing. Everybody nowadays is
a father, there is father Mussolini and father Hitler and father
Roosevelt and father Stalin..." Stein was one of the few Jews
to meet with Adolf Hitler. Somebody should have put a bullet
through this bitch! She should never have been an icon of the
counter-culture.
ROBERT ALLEN ZIMMERMAN: I FEEL AKIN TO NAZI

CHARLES LINDBERGH
Here is what Dylan writes about Lindbergh, "There were other

Minnesotans, too, that I felt akin to. Charles Lindbergh, the
first aviator to fly nonstop across the Atlantic in the '20s. He
was from Little Falls."
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In September 1939, two weeks after the Nazi invasion of

Poland, Lindbergh delivered a nationwide radio address
urging the United States to stay out of the war. In this speech
Lindbergh proclaimed that Nazi victory in Europe was certain
and because of this America should stay out and deal with the
consequences. Later in the speech, Lindbergh commented
“These wars in Europe are not wars in which our civilization is
defending itself against some Asiatic intruder”. A later article
by Lindbergh in Readers Digest continued: “Our civilization
depends on a western wall of race and arms which can hold
back…the infiltration of inferior blood."
EZRA POUND AND T. S. ELIOT
In his letter, he made mention of some lines in a

song of mine that places T. S. Eliot and Ezra
Pound symbolically fighting in a captain's tower.)
"Pound and Eliot were too scholastic, weren't
they?" he says. What I know about Pound is that
he was a Nazi sympathizer in World War II and
did anti-American broadcasts from Italy. I never
did read him. I liked T. S. Eliot. He was worth
reading.
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When T. S. Eliot spoke at the University of Virginia aren't a

few weeks after Hitler came to power, he said that in a well
ordered society "Reasons of race and religion combine to
make any large number of free-thinking Jews undesirable." I
don't care you good a poetry this guy wrote, he was a piece of
shit and that's that.
DYLAN ON ADOLF EICHMANN
Dylan asked Ray Gooch, the smack dealer Dylan crashed with
when Dylan first hit New York City, what it was like to work in
a plant where animals were slaughtered. Gooch compared it
to a prison where people were slaughtered. Dylan elaborated,
"[Auschwitz] was one of the Nazi death camps in Europe and
Adolf Eichmann, the chief Nazi Gestapo organizer who'd
managed them, had been put on trial recently in Jerusalem.
He'd escaped after the war and was captured by the Israelis at
a bus stop in Argentina. His trial was a big deal. On the
witness stand Eichmann declared he was merely following
orders, but his prosecutors had no problem proving that he
had carried out his mission with monstrous zeal and relish.
Eichmann had been convicted and his fate was now being
decided. There was a lot of talk about sparing his life, even
sending him back to Argentina, but that would have been
foolish. Even if he was set free he probably wouldn't last an
hour. The State of Israel claimed the right to act as heir and
executor of all who perished in the final solution. The trial
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reminds the whole world of what led to the formation of the

Israeli state.
The first thing that caught my attention was that when Gooch
compared Auschwitz to a slaughterhouse in the Midwest
Dylan did not report registering any objection. Only the most
fanatical Animal Liberationists would equate the two. Later
Dylan writes that the Eichmann trial was a "big deal." A big
deal can be defined as something of special importance but it
can be also sometimes used ironically as an interjection.
Dylan went on, "There was a lot of talk about sparing his life,
even sending him back to Argentina, but that would have been
hour." Set free? Who even suggested he be set free? Much of
the talk about returning Eichmann to Argentina came from
Argentina's military dictatorship and from Nazi groups that had
brought him there in the first place. In 1964 Dylan was one of
those who thought it was wrong to execute Eichmann or go
after Nazi war criminals "irma goes t' israel an' writes me that
there, they hate nazis much more 'n we over here do.
eichmann dies yes, an' west germany sends eighty - year - old
pruned - out gestapo hermit off t' the penitentiary."
In an interview with Bill Flannigan in April 2009 Dylan was

asked about Hitler:
BF: Do you think actors have to be sincere?
BD: Not at all. Mae West wasn’t. She was just who she was
on the screen. Just like Jimmy Stewart and Burt Lancaster.
Yeah, Lon Chaney, too.
BF: Could that mean that Alec Guinness is Hitler?
BD: Well sure, a part of him is. But of course he’s not Hitler.
And neither is anybody else. Hitler was Hitler.
BF: Do you remember images of Hitler from growing up?
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BD: No, not growing up. He was dead by the time I was four or
five. I never had a real understanding of that.
BF: Never had an understanding of what?
BD: How you take a failed landscape painter and turn him into
a fanatical mad man who controls millions. That’s some trick. I
mean the powers that created him must have been awesome.
BF: Well, the social and economic conditions of the Weimar

Republic were so different than now.
BD: Yeah sure, looking back in hindsight, you can see that
someone would have to take control. But still, it’s so
perplexing. Like why him? You could see that the man’s a total
mutt. No Aryan characteristics whatsoever. You couldn’t
guess his ancestry. Brown hair, brown eyes, pasty
complexion, no particular type of stature, Hitler mustache,
raincoat, riding whip, the whole works. He knew something.
He knew that people didn’t think. Look at the faces of the
millions who worshipped him and you see that he inspired
love. It’s scary and sad. The torch of the spoken word. They
were glad to follow him anywhere, loyal to the bone. Then of
course, he filled up the cemeteries with them.
BF: It brings to mind Hitler talking to the crowd in Triumph of

the Will by Leni Riefenstahl.
BD: Yeah, it’s clear as day.
Dylan began with a statement that on its surface says nothing

“Hitler is Hitler.” Why is Dylan being non-judgmental here?
Then when asked about Hitler and Nazism Dylan replied that
“I never had a real understanding of that.” What he is saying
here is the way the history of Hitler and the Nazis was taught
to him in school and the way the media portrays it was false.
This takes the interviewer by surprise “Never had an
understanding of what?” as he senses that Dylan is about to
defend Nazism. Dylan responded, “How you take a failed
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landscape painter and turn him into a fanatical mad man who
controls millions. That’s some trick. I mean the powers that
created him must have been awesome.” Who took a failed
landscape painter and turned him into a dictator? What
sinister, behind the scenes power created him? What group
has enough power to control the world? The Zionist Jews
more often than not get this distinction, in forgeries such as
The Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Flannigan is starting to
see that Dylan is demented. Instead of asking him “What
hidden powers created Hitler and Nazism?” he says “Well, the
social and economic conditions of the Weimar Republic were
so different than now.” Dylan was not talking about social and
economic conditions; he was talking about some sinister
conspiracy that installed Hitler and the Nazis. “Yeah sure,
looking back in hindsight” looking back at the establishment of
the State of Israel “you can see that someone would have to
take control” you can see that the Zionist Jews put Hitler in
power. Note: Dylan is not talking about Hitler, he is talking
about these mysterious conspiratorial forces. Dylan’s only
objective to Hitler is that he was not racially pure enough to be
a symbol of Nazism:
You could see that the man’s a total mutt. No Aryan
characteristics whatsoever. You couldn’t guess his ancestry.
Brown hair, brown eyes, pasty complexion, no particular type
of stature, Hitler mustache, raincoat, riding whip, the whole
works.
Dylan continues, “He knew something. He knew that people

didn’t think. Look at the faces of the millions who worshipped
him and you see that he inspired love. It’s scary and sad.”
Hitler knew that people’s emotions were more important than
their thoughts and he inspired the emotion of love in the
German people. Dylan had to qualify his remarks with “this is
scary and sad” rather than “frightening and tragic” but then he
calls Adolf Hitler “The torch of the spoken word” “torch”
anything regarded as a source of enlightenment, guidance,
etc. the torch of Nazism. “They were glad to follow him
anywhere, loyal to the bone.” The German were justified in
their loyalty to Hitler “Then of course, he filled up the
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cemeteries with them” however he was a poor military

tactician. What all this boils down to is that the much loved
Bob Dylan is a hardcore self-hating racist pig who embraces
conspiracy theories that could have originated with Lyndon
LaRouche. He is the lowest form of a Jew on the planet earth.
In his latest Rolling Stone interview evidence suggested that

when Dylan claimed he was transfigured into Robert
Zimmerman, the LA Hell’s Angel leader who died in a
motorcycle accident, this was really a metaphor for George
Zimmerman, who killed Trayvon Martin in a widely publicized
case in which George Zimmerman became a symbol of
racism. Transfiguration is Roman Catholic doctrine. He told us
that he has been in touch with Catholic theologians. He said
he wanted to make Tempest a more religious CD although
“religious” means political in his symbolism. He also stated:
These are the same people that tried to pin the

name Judas on me. Judas, the most hated name
in human history! If you think you've been called
a bad name, try to work your way out from under
that. Yeah, and for what? For playing an electric
guitar? As if that is in some kind of way equitable
to betraying our Lord and delivering him up to
be crucified. All those evil people can rot in hell.
Why was Dylan so upset by the use of word Judas when he

used it numerous times in Frankie Lee and Judas Priest? For
these and other reasons such as references to “the mother of
our Lord” and poetic verses opposing gay marriage it is
possible that Robert Allen Zimmerman has become a Roman
Catholic. In any event welcome to Dylan’s Second Christian
period.
You are probably wondering by now why I still devote so much

time to Bob Dylan if think he is schtick dreck and have little
faith he can ever overcome his genetic challenge of self hate.
The answer is simple. To mess him up! He reads everything I
write to get an idea how much I have gotten into his poetry,
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into his head. My books are best read by Bob Dylan when his
HIV causes him to contract an opportunistic infection and his
world turns gray and spooky like he used to make it for me
when I hung around his studio and he wouldn’t turn on the
lights as the sun set and everything took on a dim gray electric
tinge and I was coming down from caffeine pills looking out
the window at three angels mounted on the walls of Saint
Anthony’s church on Sullivan and Houston. It was then that
this scumbag would tell me, “Al, if you get into my life I might
gain a soul.” Gain a soul? What could that mean? Hey that
didn’t even sound like Bob Dylan making a death threat like
that! Or did it? In I’m Gonna Miss You When You Go Dylan
wrote:
Situations have ended sad

Relationships have all been bad.
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
But there's no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
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“Situations” a critical, trying, or unusual state of affairs:

problems with Weberman “have ended sad” have ended sadly
for me as he got one over on me with his shenanigans but
they might also end sadly for Weberman, in fact he might
meet his end “Relationships have all been bad” my personal
relationship with Weberman turned out badly for me. I was
nice to the guy and he screwed me over “Mine've been like
Verlaine's and Rimbaud” my relationship with Weberman can
best be described as being similar to that of French poet
Arthur Rimbaud who became disenchanted with his
relationship with his critic Paul Verlaine. During a drunken
argument in Brussels, Verlaine shot at Rimbaud, hitting him
once in the wrist “But there's no way I can compare / All those
scenes to this affair” but I can’t compare all that literary drama
to the Dylan / Weberman affair since Verlaine never went
through Rimbaud’s trash, he never brought a thousand
Rimbaud fans to Rimbaud’s crib for Rimbaud’s 30th Birthday
Party, etc. “Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go” boy
will I be happy when Al is dead.
In Idiot Wind Dylan wrote that “One day you'll be in the ditch,
flies buzzing around your eyes” one day Weberman will be in
his grave and will hear the sound of zippers opening, flies
opening, and it will be people pissing on his grave. Dylan has
threatened me, wished for my death, predicted I would end up
in prison and be raped “you’ll know all about it love it will fit
you like a glove when the night comes fallin’ from the sky”
denigrated me, called me a Nazi, a pig, everything in the book.
All I can say in response is the motto of the Jewish Defense
Organization – Death to Nazi Scum.
How does he respond to my allegations of racism and Nazi

sympathies? Just the same as Pee Wee Herman would, “I
know you are but what am I?” This is what Dylan had to say in
Rolling Stone.
Everything people say about you or me they are saying about

themselves. Ever notice that? In my case there is a whole
world of scholars, professors and Dylanologists and
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everything I do affects them in some way. And you know in

some ways I’ve given them life. They’d be nowhere without
me.
Bob Dylan has given me life. Ha! I assume he meant he has

given me a source of vitality; an animating force. But in reality
he gave me death, his existence made me waste a good deal
of my life on someone who is not a world class thinker. So I
look at the word “life” as Slang; a sentence of intellectual
imprisonment lasting until death do him part.
DAVID DUKE: MOVIE STAR
Throughout Chronicles 2004 Dylan sings the praises of

various black musicians, composers and lyricists, such as
Robert Johnson, pointing out how their genius influenced him.
Dylan sang at the March On Washington in 1963, he wrote
Blowin' In The Wind but now this is what he has to say about
David Duke, a Nazi, Klansman and convicted embezzler: "The
ex-Klansman David Duke from Metairie in Jefferson Parish
had been elected to the Louisiana State House of
Representatives and he was being interviewed. He said that
welfare wasn't working and that workfare would be better
make people on welfare work for the community instead of
getting a free ride. He also wanted to put prisoners from state
pens on work programs. Didn't want them getting a free ride,
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either. I hadn't seen Duke before; he looked like a movie star. I

gathered myself together [allowed him to help formulate my
ideas, I accumulated my ideas] and went back in to work with
Dan." Is this all Dylan has to say about David Duke, that he
looked like a movie star? The movie star is the hero of Birth of
a Nation, “the little colonel” who Duke made himself look like
through plastic surgery.
By his absence of criticism as a one time member of the Civil

Rights Movement Dylan is tacitly endorsing David Duke. Dylan
should be saying, "Ban the Klan! Death to the Klan!" Dylan
has a wife and daughter who David Duke would call BLACKS.
Dylan has worked with numerous black people. And all Dylan
can say about Duke is that he looked like a movie star and
wanted to stop Blacks from getting a free ride. THE ONLY
FREE RIDE BLACKS GET IN THIS COUNTRY IS CHAINED
UP TO JAIL OR PRISON OR TO A COURT APPEARANCE
IF THEY CAN'T MAKE BAIL. Dylan makes me puke.
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DAVE VAN RONK - THE GRAND DRAGON OF FOLK

MUSIC
"David was the grand dragon. If you were on McDougal Street

in the evening and out to see somebody play, he'd be the first
and last vital choice of the night." This is how Dylan describes
Dave Van Ronk, a socialist and anti-racist until his recent
death? A Grand Dragon is a high-ranking member of the Klan!
To become a Grand Dragon you got to do some shit, like kill,
injure, and mess up some Black people. Dylan sings the
praises of Van Ronk throughout his book and everyone knows
that Dylan's first album was not much different than Van
Ronk's early work which everyone back then would listen to
ask themselves, "You believe this dude is white?" Hey I lived
through this era sports fans. What did Dylan do for Van Ronk
anyway? Did he ever try to help his career, did he ever let him
open at one of his concerts?
RAY GOOCH FOLLOWER OF ROCKWELL
Dylan has this to say about Ray Gooch:
He was a nonconformist, a nonintegrator and a Southern

nationalist. Ray had said that New York City was the city that
won the Civil War, came out on top-that the wrong side had
lost, that slavery was evil and that the thing would have died
out anyway, Lincoln or no Lincoln. I heard him say it and
thought it was a mysterious and bad thing to say, but if he said
it, he said it and that's all there is to it.
What is a "nonintegrator"? A segregationist. A racist. I believe

I heard of a dude named Ray who lived on the far West Side
from a cat named Dave Moore who lived next door to me at
146 Sullivan Street in 1965. Gooch was a smack dealer. No
wonder Dylan never mentioned him before. Previously Dylan
wrote that he stayed with MacKenzie’s and with Van Ronk
then said he got a pad on the Lower East Side and trekked or
shmecked his way to the Village for gigs.
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But perhaps the most telling episode indicative of Dylan's

racism was revealed when Dylan described an encounter with
Frank Sinatra Jr. "He talked about the civil rights movement,
said his father had been active in civil rights and had always
fought for the underdog-that his father felt like he was one
himself...The conversation rolled along. "How do you think it
would make you feel," he said, "to find out that the underdog
had turned out to be a son of a bitch?" "I don't know," I said,
"probably not so good." Zimmerman fails not only to challenge
someone who in my opinion sounds like a racist pig, he
agrees with him. Frank Jr. was saying that "the underdog had
turned out to be a son of a bitch" - all Black people were
gangbangers, bad-assed or lazy Blacks, dopers, rip offs,
welfare mothers and Dylan agreed with him? Zimmerman said
he was with his wife, which wife? The African-American one or
the Jewish one?
DYLAN ON JEW-HATING BLACK RAPPERS
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A few years earlier, Kurtis Blow, a rapper from Brooklyn who

had a hit out called "The Breaks" had asked me to be on one
of his records and he familiarized me with that stuff, Ice-T,
Public Enemy, N.W.A., Run-D.M.C. These guys definitely
weren't standing around bullshitting. They were beating
drums, tearing it up, hurling horses over cliffs. They were all
poets and knew what was going on. Somebody different was
bound to come along sooner or later who would know that
world, been born and raised with it ... be all of it and more.
Professor Griff the Mental Stiff of Public Enema had previously

said anti-Semitic remarks on stage but his quotation that Jews
were responsible for "the majority of the wickedness that goes
on across the globe" were greeted with shock and outrage,
especially by White critics that previously embraced the group.
Faced with a major crisis, Chuck D faltered. At first he fired
Griff, then he brought him back to the group and then he broke
up the group. Griff gave one more interview where he attacked
Chuck D and PE, which led to his permanent departure from
the group.
Embedded racist content is a recurrent theme in Dylan’s major

poems! If you want to go into denial and believe that I am
projecting my racist beliefs on Dylan’s ambiguous poetry
remember this: It would have been impossible for me to make
them all work as racist if this meaning had not already been
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put there intentionally. If I could do this I would be Bob Dylan.

Dylan’s early crypto-racist songs were not symptomatic of the
fact that although Cracker Boy could crank out some amazing
poems and tunes, he was never really all there. This was not
the case. Dylan wrote that he held racist views when he was
still in Hibbing. Bob Dylan’s Dream 1962, “As easy it was to
tell black from white / It was all that easy to tell wrong from
right / And our choices they were few and the thought never
hit / That the one road we traveled” that the course of action in
life that we took in regard to Blacks “would ever shatter” would
turn to disillusionment “and split” and split us up personally
ideologically.
These early racist beliefs were reinforced by Raymond Gooch

who was born on February 16, 1931 and who died October
15, 1991. Gooch’s SS #224-38-4122 was issued in Virginia.
Coincidentally George Lincoln Rockwell’s ANP headquarters
was located in Virginia. Dylan crashed at Ray Gooch’s far
West Village pad.
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Chronicles, “Ray was an opium smoker; smoked opium in a

bamboo pipe with a mushroom bowl. They had cooked it up
once in the kitchen, boiling little kilos of bricks” a kilo brick of
opium is not little it is a very large quantity and Dylan wrote
“bricks” rather than “brick” “until they became like gum. Boiling
and re-boiling and draining liquid through filtered cloth-the
kitchen smelled like cat piss. They kept it in a crock jar. He
wasn’t like a slob junkie from the junkyard, though, not in any
way, not like somebody who uses dope just to get normal—
not a part time junkie, he’s not even addicted. He’s not
someone who would rob anybody to pay for a habit. He’s
wasn’t like that. There’s a lot of things I didn’t know about Ray.
I didn’t know what saved him from arrest, either?” was Dylan
hinting that he was a snitch for the narcotics cops of the New
York City Police Department or did he have a connection to
Organized Crime and the local narcs were on the pad? At
least two Greenwich Village narcs active at that time, Imp and
Koch, were accused of taking money from drug dealers by the
Knapp Commission. Chronicles continued, “Ray was maybe
ten years older than me—from Virginia he was like an old wolf,
gaunt and battle-scarred” old wolf sounds like Rommel, the
Nazi desert wolf “came from a long line of ancestry made up
of bishops, generals, even a colonial governor” his ancestor,
Sir William Gooch was a colonial governor of Virginia. He was
a real American, not some child of second generation
immigrants like Dylan “He was a nonconformist” he did not go
along with the liberal orientation of New York City “a
nonintegrator” he believed in the separation of the races, he
was a racist “and a Southern nationalist” and he believed the
South should succeed from the Union rather than give up Jim
Crow “He and Chloe lived in the place like they were hiding
out. Ray was like a character from out of some of the songs I’d
been singing, someone who had seen life, done deeds and
lived romances-had traipsed around, had a broad grasp of the
country, its conditions” he was unhappy with the way Whites
were treated “Though there was an undercurrent of upheaval”
a great change and disturbance “reverberating” which would
have a prolonged and continuing effect “and in a few years the
American cities would tremble, Ray took little interest, said the
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real action was ‘in the Congo’” if you really want to kill African-
Americans become a mercenary in the Belgian Congo “Ray
had an elite background, even studied at Camden Military
Academy in South Carolina, which he had left with ‘sincere
and utter hatred.’ He’d also been ‘expelled with gratitude’ from
Wake Forest Divinity School, a religious college” had he been
expelled because of his Nazi beliefs? “He was working in a
tool-and-die factory in Brooklyn, but before that had drifted
around, had been employed at the Studebaker plant in South
Bend and also at an Omaha slaughterhouse on the kill floor.
Once I asked him what that was like.
‘You ever heard of Auschwitz?’” Gooch compared the

slaughter of animals to the slaughter of Jews; if Gooch would
have known that Dylan was Jewish he would probably not
have asked him if he knew about Auschwitz “Sure I had, who
hadn’t? It was one of the Nazi death camps in Europe and
Adolf Eichmann, the chief Nazi Gestapo organizer who’d
He’d escaped after the war and was captured by the Israelis at
a bus stop in Argentina. His trial was a big deal” it was blown
out of proportion; Tarantula, “so i shoot dope once in a while.
big deal” “On the witness stand Eichmann declared he was
merely following orders, but his prosecutors had no problem
proving that he had carried out his mission with monstrous
zeal and relish” in other words the Nuremburg prosecutors
failed to prove that Eichmann was not just following orders
and all they could prove was that he just got overly
enthusiastic in doing so “Eichmann had been convicted and
his fate was now being decided. There was a lot of talk about
sparing his life, even sending him back to Argentina, but that
would have been foolish” no one talked about freeing him and
sending him back to Argentina except Dylan “Even if he was
set free he probably wouldn’t last an hour” setting him free
was the wrong thing to do not because it was immoral, but
because it would be impractical. Some Other Kinds of Songs
1964, “irma goes t’ Israel an’ writes me that there, they hate
nazis much more ‘n we over here do. eichmann dies yes, an’
west germany sends eighty-year-old pruned-out gestapo
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hermit off t’ the penitentiary.” Chronicles continues, “The State

of Israel claimed the right to act as heir and executor of all
who perished in the final solution” they claimed the right to do
this to receive reparations from Germany “The trial reminds
the whole world of what led to the formation of the Israeli
state” it was a show trial to justify the existence of the Zionist
entity. “Ray wasn’t somebody who would leave any footprints
on the sands of time” Ray would not make history “but there
was something special about him” yet he had an amazing
influence on me, more so than anyone else “He had blood in
his eyes” “blood” descent from a common ancestor; parental
lineage was apparent in his thoughts “the face of a man who
could do no wrong” he was a White American Protestant
Southerner “total lack of viciousness or wickedness or even
sinfulness in his face” and his race manifested the highest
qualities of America “He seemed like a man who could
conquer and command anytime he wished to” Ray Gooch was
what made America powerful “Ray was mysterious as hell”
mysterious, Satan is also mysterious and there was “the
mystery tramp?” from Like a Rolling Stone.
Dylan described Ray’s arms cache “Everything in plain sight.

A lot of firearms, too. You’d think that Ray was part of the
police force or a licensed gunsmith or something. There were
different parts of guns—of pistols, large frame, small frame,
Taurus Tracker pistol, a pocket pistol, trigger guards,
everything like in a compost heap, altered guns” semi-
automatics converted to machine guns “guns with shortened
barrels” sawed off shotguns “different brands of guns—Ruger,
Browning, a single-action Navy pistol, everything poised to
work, shined out. You’d walk into this room” you would enter
his life “and feel like you were under the vigilance of some
unsleeping eye.” Gooch was a vigilante “It was weird. Ray was
anything but a macho tough guy. I asked him once what he
did with all this stuff back there, what it was for. ‘Tactical
response,’ he said.” a tactical response is an armed response
involving paramilitary operations that are small, close to base,
and of short-term, like shooting a African-American that riots.
Ray Gooch was a walking time bomb as many Nazis are.
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Nazis were living in liberal Greenwich Village? In July 1963

Paul Joachim, of 10 Downing Street in Greenwich Village, a
follower of George Lincoln Rockwell, was arrested for
possession of a weapons arsenal. Daniel Burros was arrested
with Joachim. Burros was later exposed by the New York
Times as being Jewish and was subsequently murdered by
other Nazi scum. Chronicles, “I was in New York City,
communists or no communists. There were probably plenty
around. Plenty of fascists, too. Plenty of would-be left-wing
dictators and right-wing dictators. Radicals of all stripes.”
“Ray was a Southerner and made no bones about it, but he

would have been antislavery as much as he would have been
antiunion. ‘Slavery should have been outlawed from the start,’
he said. ‘It was diabolical. Slave power makes it impossible for
free workers to make a decent living-it had to be destroyed.’”
Gooch did not look at it in terms of racism but from the point of
view of a poor White competing with the Blacks for jobs and
even Dylan had to admit “Ray was pragmatic. Sometimes it
was as if he had no heart or soul. Ray was not a guy who had
nothing on his mind. He knew what he thought and he knew
how to express it, didn’t make room in his life for mistakes.
The mundane things in life didn’t register with him. He seemed
to have some golden grip on reality, didn’t sweat the small
stuff, quoted the Psalms and slept with a pistol near his bed.
At times he could say things that had way too much edge.
Once he said that President Kennedy wouldn’t last out his
term because he was a Catholic” not only did he hate Blacks,
he hated Catholics just as the Klan once did “When he said it,
it made me think about my grandmother, who said to me that
the Pope is the king of the Jews.” Dylan didn’t hate Catholics
and thought this remark could be a self-fulfilling prophecy.
“How much did I know about that cataclysmic event [the Civil
War]? Probably close to nothing. There weren’t any great
battles fought out where I grew up. No Chancellorsvilles, Bull
Runs, Fredericksburgs or Peachtree Creeks. What I knew
about it was that it was a war fought about States’ Rights and
it ended slavery” this implies there was no moral imperative
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involved and the racism is still as American as apple pie. “Ray

had said that New York City was the city that won the Civil
War came out on top” Ray blamed the Jews for starting the
Civil War so that they could benefit economically “that the
wrong side had lost” that the Confederacy should have won
“that that slavery was evil and that the thing would have died
out anyway” after how long? “Lincoln or no Lincoln” and that
Lincoln was evil “I heard him say it and thought it was a
mysterious” it created a feeling of strangeness, curiosity, and
wonder, again the word “mysterious” in connection with a
racist leader “and bad thing to say” and was a bad thing to
express; but not to think about “but if he said it, he said it and
that’s all there is to it” but if the great Raymond Gooch said it,
it was true!
Dylan was not always a Jewish traitor and historical

revisionist. In Talkin John Birch Society Blues 1962 he wrote,
“Now we all agree with Hitler’s' views / Although he killed six
million Jews.” In With God On Our Side 1962 he wrote “though
they murdered six million in the ovens they fried / The
Germans now too have God on their side” however, at an
unknown point in time, Dylan began omitting this verse from
the song.
Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “I talked with one of the sons

of Germany” I spoke with a Nazi who was really nothing more
than a patriotic German. The word “son” can be looked at in
two ways. It can mean a young man or a patriot, as in “sons of
the American Revolution “while walkin’ once on foreign
ground” while visiting East Germany “an’ I learned that he
regards Adolf Hitler as we here in the states regard Robert E.
Lee” I and learned that he regards Hitler as a misguided
patriot.
In Some Other Kinds of Songs 1964 Dylan ridiculed Israelis

for not forgiving the Nazis and expressed sympathy for the
mass murderer Eichmann and the high-ranking Nazi and Hitler
henchman Rudolph Hess who was the only prisoner at
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Spandau Prison after being convicted of War Crimes at

Nuremberg. Dylan calls him a “hermit.”
irma goes t’ Israel an’ writes me that there, they hate nazis
much more ‘n we over here do. eichmann dies yes, an’ west
germany sends eighty-year-old pruned-out gestapo hermit off
t’ the penitentiary.
In his book Tarantula 1965 he wrote,
down with you sam. down with your answers too. Hitler did not
change history. Hitler WAS history
Down with America, Uncle Sam, and your reasons for fighting
in World War II. What Zimmerman is saying here is that Hitler
was not a leader who was a charismatic demagogue who
imposed his genocidal and militaristic ideas on Germany, but
Hitler came to power because of history – that is the Treaty of
Versailles imposed unfair harsh penalties on Germany and the
German people. Never a bad word about Hitler of Nazism
from Herr Zimmermann.
In Promoting Democracy--An Obsession Whose Time Has

Passed crypto-Nazi Ron Paul stated:
Promoting democracy is now our nation’s highest ideal.

Wilson started it with his ill-advised drive to foolishly involve us
in World War I. His utopian dream was to make the world safe
for democracy. Instead, his naiveté and arrogance promoted
our involvement in the back-to-back tragedies of World War I
and World War II. It’s hard to imagine the rise of Hitler in
World War II without the Treaty of Versailles.
Also from Tarantula “we must be willing to die for freedom

(end of fact) now what I wanna know about the fact is this:
could Hitler have said it?” “Freedom” represents the free world
- the countries of the world that have democratic and
capitalistic or moderately socialistic systems rather than
communist or totalitarian systems. In other words Hitler was
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not such a bad guy because he opposed Communism. Only

good words about Hitler and Nazis from Bob Dylan! In his
autobiography entitled Chronicles 2004 Dylan called Hitler a
towering figure and put him on the same level with Churchill
and FDR,
Hitler, Churchill, Mussolini, Stalin, Roosevelt—towering figures

that the world would never see the likes of again, men who
relied on their own resolve, for better or worse, every one of
them prepared to act alone, indifferent to approval-indifferent
to wealth or love, all presiding over the destiny of mankind and
reducing the world to rubble.
In Chronicles 2004 Robert Allen Zimmerman continued to

express sympathy for Adolf Eichmann, who would have put
him in an oven:
Auschwitz was one of the Nazi death camps in Europe and

Adolf Eichmann, the chief Nazi Gestapo organizer who’d
He’d escaped after the war and was captured by the Israelis at
a bus stop in Argentina. His trial was a big deal.
“Gestapo organizer?” Zimmerman makes Eichmann into a

death camp victim “Organize” death camp jargon for stealing
or scounging clothing, food etc. that frequently made the
difference between life and death “manage [the death
camps].” “manage” as in succeed in accomplishing or
achieving, especially with difficulty. SS Commander Reinhard
Heydrich disclosed to Eichmann in autumn 1941 that all the
Jews in German-controlled Europe were to be murdered. In
1942, Heydrich ordered Eichmann to attend the Wannsee
Conference where Germany's anti-semitic measures were
set down into an official policy of genocide. Eichmann was
given the position of Transportation Administrator of the "Final
Solution to the Jewish Question", which put him in charge
of all the trains that would carry Jews to the death camps in
the territory of occupied Poland. Eichmann was never in
charge of the death camps. “His trial was a big deal.” Dylan
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implied that his trial was blown out of proportion; Tarantula,

“so i shoot dope once in a while. big deal.”
On the witness stand Eichmann declared he was merely

following orders, but his prosecutors had no problem proving
that he had carried out his mission with monstrous zeal and
relish.
The Nuremburg prosecutors failed to prove that Eichmann

was not just following orders and all they could prove was that
he just got overly enthusiastic in doing so “Eichmann had
been convicted and his fate was now being decided. There
was a lot of talk about sparing his life, even sending him back
to Argentina, but that would have been foolish” no one talked
about freeing him and sending him back to Argentina except
other Nazis and Bob Dylan “Even if he was set free he
probably wouldn’t last an hour” setting him free was the wrong
thing to do not because it was immoral, but because it would
be impractical.
Chronicles continued, “The State of Israel claimed the right to

act as heir and executor of all who perished in the final
solution” they claimed the right to do this to receive
reparations from Germany as all these money grubbing Jews
were interested in was gelt “The trial reminds the whole world
of what led to the formation of the Israeli state” it was only a
show trial to justify the existence of the “Zionist entity.” What a
sick puppy. So it should come as no surprise that in Tempest’s
Narrow Way we discover Bob Dylan is an Israel-hating, anti-
Zionist Jew. The Tea Party is pro-Israel and they are not
Holocaust deniers and Hitler admirers as is Robert Allen
Zimmerman. Not only did Dylan admire Nazis, he also
admired the Klan and Robert Allen Zimmerman, ex-bar
mitzvah boy, wrote this in Chronicles 2004:
The ex-Klansman David Duke from Metairie in Jefferson

Parish had been elected to the Louisiana State House of
welfare wasn't working and that workfare would be better;
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either. I hadn't seen Duke before; he looked like a movie star.
Dylan liked David Duke’s ideas. Factor this into the equation
when you decide if Dylan is a racist or not? “Work programs?”
The Klansman David Duke wanted to bring back chain gangs,
a form of torture!! The “movie star” David Duke paid a plastic
surgeon to make him look like was Colonel Ben Cameron, the
head Klansman from Birth of a Nation:
When I knew Dylan he was a Zionist and he was supporter of

the State of Israel and the Jewish Defense League. In
retrospect he was a good guy with a substance abuse
problem. I was a Leftist anti-Israel self-hating Jew at this time
intent on digging my own grave, however, I had never
supported Nazis. I must admit that Dylan has had periods of
sanity. After he became disillusioned with Christianity he wrote
NEIGHBORHOOD BULLY a fairly literal song about Israel and
the Jews:
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land

He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
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He's always on trial for just being born.

He's the neighborhood bully.
He also wrote License to Kill.
Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool

And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way.
Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
“Now he worships at an altar of” now the Nazi honors and

loves as a deity “a stagnant pool” a gene pool showing little or
no sign of activity or advancement; not developing or
progressing since it is very narrow “pool,” an available supply,
the use of which is shared by a group “And when he sees his
reflection” and when he sees the manifestation or result of
inbreeding, someone with the same racial characteristics as
himself, more like a “pure breed” dog than a human being,
“he's fulfilled” he has achieved all the potential he is ever
going to achieve because he has made himself genetically
inferior and subject to congenital disease “Oh, man is opposed
to fair play” oh, the Nazis are opposed to an honorable
standard of behavior when it comes to the distribution of
wealth “He wants it all and he wants it his way” the Nazis want
all the wealth by stealing it from others “Now, there's a woman
on my block” now there’s a Rabbi who is an obstruction and a
hindrance to the Nazis “She just sit there as the night grows
still” she waits there as evil Jew hatred again increases as it
once did and always has and always will “She say who gonna
take away his license to kill?” who is going to off these Nazi
pig.
BOB ZIMMERMAN HATES ISRAEL, HATES HIMSELF
By 1990 Bob Dylan had reverted back to his anti-Israel

thinking of the mid-1960’s. Why? Ha’shem had smote Robert
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Zimmerman with HIV/AIDS. He recalls this in Scarlet Town

and The Tempest, on this his latest CD. Having an incurable
disease made him hate the world and since he is part of the
world, hate himself. The Palestinian uprising where children
armed only with rocks (that could not have possibly injured
anyone) faced Israeli soldiers using rubber bullets gave Dylan
an opening to express the contempt he had previously
expressed for his own race. After the Intifada Dylan began his
attack on Israel in his LP Under the Red Sky in which he used
very simple, almost childlike language as in…
HANDY DANDY 1990
Handy dandy, controversy surrounds him

He been around the world and back again
Something in the moonlight still hounds him
Handy dandy, just like sugar and candy
“Handy dandy” Israel, an American flunky much concerned

with appearances that is handy to have around in the Middle
East “controversy” a dispute, especially a public one, between
sides holding opposing views “surrounds him” literally
surrounds Israel as Israel is surrounded by its enemies who
believe that the Zionist entity should not exist “He’s been
around the world and back again” the justification for Israel’s
existence is based on the persecution Jews suffered during
the Diaspora “Something in the moonlight” some form of
lunacy “that still hounds him” still pursues him relentlessly and
tenaciously; Neighborhood Bully, “Seen his family scattered,
his people hounded and torn” “Handy dandy, just like sugar
and candy” Israel is based on “sugar” slang for money and
“candy” spoon fed news stories.
“Candy” as spoon fed news stories; Eleven Outline Epitaphs,

“I don’t like t’ be stuck in print starin’ out at cavity minds who
gobble chocolate candy bars quite content an’ satisfied their
day complete at seein’ what I eat for breakfast.”
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Handy Dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would

never admit it
He got an all-girl orchestra and when he says
“Strike up the band,” they hit it
Handy Dandy, Handy Dandy
“Handy dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would

never admit it” if every one of his core beliefs in his body of
thought were broken, even if he breaks all 613
commandments of the Torah he would never cop to it “He got
an all girl orchestra and when he says” he has an army
partially made up of women and when he gives an order
“Strike” when Israel orders a military attack on; assault “up the
band” using a group of people; ‘a band of soldiers’ “they hit it”
they hit their target and destroy it.
You say, “What are ya made of?”

He says, “Can you repeat what you said?”
You’ll say, “What are you afraid of?”
He’ll say, “Nothin’! Neither ’live nor dead.”
Handy Dandy, he got a stick in his hand and a pocket full of

money
He says, “Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?”
She says, “You got all the time in the world, honey”
Handy Dandy, Handy Dandy
“Handy dandy he got a stick in his hand” he has a weapon

backing up the strength and force of his position; ‘negotiated
from a strong hand’ “and a pocket” a small, isolated, and
protected area “full of money” full of wealthy American Jews
“He says, ‘Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?’”
Israel asks the United States how much time does it have to
solve the Palestinian question “She says, ‘You got all the time
in the world, honey’” and the United States responds, take
your time baby, it’s only been 42 years that the Palestinians
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have been in refugee camps, honey, as in a land flowing with

milk and honey, Israel.
“Handy dandy he got a stick in his hand” Israel has a weapon

backing up its sovereignty and as a result can negotiate from
a strong hand “and a pocket” bank account “full of money” full
money from wealthy American Jews “He says, ‘Darling, tell me
the truth, how much time I got?’” Israel asks the United States
how much time does it have to solve the Palestinian question
“She says, ‘You got all the time in the world, honey’” and the
United States responds, take your time baby, it’s only been 42
years that the Palestinians have been in refugee camps,
honey, as in a land flowing with milk and honey, Israel. There
is a similar theme in…
He’s got that clear crystal fountain

He’s got that soft silky skin
He’s got that fortress on the mountain
With no doors, no windows, no thieves can break in
AIN'T TALKIN' 2006
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden

The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind
Israel has plenty of water due to their scientific European back

grounds and they have Masada, a fortress on a mountain,
wherein only a primitive infrastructure remains.
Handy Dandy, sitting with a girl named Nancy in a garden

feeling kind of lazy
He says, “Ya want a gun? I’ll give ya one.” She says, “Boy,
you talking crazy”
Handy Dandy, just like sugar and candy
Handy Dandy, pour him another brandy
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Israeli arms sales to Latin American dictatorships.
Handy Dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full of

sorrow
He finishes his drink, he gets up from the table, he says
“Okay, boys, I’ll see you tomorrow”
Handy Dandy, Handy Dandy, just like sugar and candy
Handy Dandy, just like sugar and candy
Israel has flowers for those in body bags but gets up from the
peace negotiation table without an agreement.
You say, “What are ya made of?”

He says, “Can you repeat what you said?”
You’ll say, “What are you afraid of?”
He’ll say, “Nothin’! Neither ’live nor dead.”
You say what is your moral fabric but Israel refuses to even
listen. Why are you afraid of peace?
UNBELIEVABLE 1990
It’s unbelievable, it’s strange but true

It’s inconceivable it could happen to you.
You go north and you go south
Just like bait in the fish’s mouth.
Ya must be livin’ in the shadow of some kind of evil star.
It’s unbelievable it would get this far.
“It’s unbelievable” it’s terrible and shocking “it’s strange” it’s

something new that I am not accustomed to “but true / It’s
inconceivable” so unlikely or surprising as to have been
thought impossible “it could happen to you” that Israel would
turn into a repressive state “You go north” you occupy the
Syrian Golan Heights in the North “and you go south” and you
occupy Gaza in the South “Just like bait” and as a result Israel
is responsible for Jew-baiting, anti-Semitism “in the fish’s
mouth” as Israel has become the Jewish people’s
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spokesperson, mouthpiece for most of the world “Ya must be

livin’ in the shadow” you must be living under the influence of
a dominating presence that has shadowed you for 2,000 years
“of some kind of evil star” and be cursed ‘in the stars’ in
relation to your future, destiny. Additionally the Mogen David,
the Star of David on the Israeli flag “It’s unbelievable it would
get this far” it’s unbelievable that Israel still exists.
It’s undeniable what they’d have you to think

It’s indescribable it can drive you to drink.
They said it was the land of milk and honey
now they say it’s the land of money.
Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
It’s unbelievable you can get this rich this quick.
“It’s undeniable” impossible to deny “what they’d have you to

think” what the Israelis would have American Jews believing
about the Palestinian uprising “It’s indescribable” it’s
exceeding description “it can drive you to drink” it can force
you to drink in a lot of information about Israel “They said it
was the land of milk and honey” the Zionists said Israel was a
land flowing with milk and honey as it says in the Bible “now
they say it’s the land of money” now all the Israelis want is
money “Who ever thought they could ever make that stick?”
who ever thought that the Jews, who had never produced their
own weapons in the past, could do so now? “It’s unbelievable
you can get this rich this quick” it is beyond comprehension
that you could become wealthy by selling these arms on the
world market to every tin-horned dictator in Central America.
Every head is so dignified, every moon is so sanctified
Every urge is so satisfied as long as you’re with me.
All the silver, all the gold, all the sweethearts you can hold
That don’t come back with stories untold,
are hanging on a tree.
“Every head is so dignified” many people wear knitted

yarmulkes on their heads as a mark of distinction to indicate
they are Jews “every moon is so sanctified” the Jews go by
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the lunar calendar and special prayers are said when there is
a new moon “Every urge” every instinctive motive to kill “is so
satisfied as long as you’re with me” is approved by the
religious parties who are part of the government’s coalition “All
the silver, all the gold” all the valuable information you have
received from spies “All the sweethearts you can hold” spies
cherished for their excellent qualities; Time Passes Slowly
1970, “Once I had a sweetheart, she was fine and good
looking” “That don’t come back with stories untold, are
hanging on a tree” that don’t come back with secrets are
allowed to be executed. This is a reference to The Lavon
Affair, a false flag operation Israel ran against the Egyptians.
Israeli spies, who had carried out terrorist acts in Egypt and
blamed them on the Moslem Brotherhood, were allowed to be
hung in Cairo, after Israeli military intelligence disowned them
and refused to exchange them for Egyptian spies in Israeli
custody.
It's undeniable what they'd have you to think

It's indescribable it can drive you to drink.
now they say it's the land of money.
It's unbelievable you can get this rich this quick.
GOD KNOWS 1990
God knows you ain’t pretty,

God knows it’s true.
God knows there ain’t anybody
Ever gonna take the place of you.
God knows it’s a struggle
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God knows it’s a crime

God knows there’s gonna be no more water
But fire next time.
“God knows you ain’t pretty” the Lord knows Arab terrorists act
in an ugly, violent fashion “God knows it’s true” God is certain
of that because one of his commandments was Thou Shalt
Not Kill “God knows there ain’t anybody / Ever gonna take the
place of you” but the Lord knows that the Jews are not going
to replace Palestinian Arabs in the land of Palestine therefore
“God knows it’s a struggle” God knows the Palestinian
uprising is not terrorism but a struggle for a wronged people’s
self-determination “God knows it’s a crime” the Lord knows
that passing the suffering of the Jews at the hands of the
Nazis off on the Palestinians is a crime “God knows there’s
gonna be no more water” God knows that Israelis are going to
stop using water cannons and rubber bullets “But fire next
time” and use bullets next time, as they did in Gaza in 2009.
God didn’t call it treason

God didn’t call it wrong,
It was supposed to last a season
But it’s been so strong for so long.
“God didn’t call it treason” the Palestinians did not take up

arms against their own government “God didn’t call it wrong”
God thinks they are doing the right thing fighting the Israelis “It
was supposed to last a season” the Israelis believed they
could suppress this rebellion, this intifada, quickly “But it’s
been so strong for so long.”
The cat’s in the well and grief is showing its face

The world’s being slaughtered and it’s such a bloody disgrace.
The cat’s in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cat’s in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley Sally is doing the American jump.
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“The cat’s in the well” the Jews are “poisoning the well” in the
Middle East just like they did to the Christians during the
Middle Ages “and grief is showing its face” and intense sorrow
caused by the loss of a loved one is prevalent in many
Palestinian Arabs, and the cause of the grief is the Jewish
race “The world’s being slaughtered” the Palestinians are
being exterminated “and it’s such a bloody” “bloody”
accompanied by or giving rise to bloodshed “disgrace” and it is
bringing disfavor and discredit to Israel and to Jews in general
“The cat’s in the well, and the horse” the Rightwing revisionist
Likud candidate Yitzhak Shamir “is going bumpety bump” is
assigning peace to a lower position and priority “Back alley
Sally” Israel, a country that engages in back channel, back
alley, diplomacy “is doing the American jump” is eagerly going
along with American foreign policy.
The cat’s in the well, and papa is reading the news.

His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.
The cat’s in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full
“The cat’s in the well” the Israelis are polluting the Middle East
and “and papa” an American worker “is reading” learning from,
understanding, deciphering “the news” the news about Israel
“His hair is falling out” he losing his political strength “and all of
his daughters need shoes” and his children need jobs,
positions; the money spent on foreign aid to Israel used to
suppress the intifada would be better spent domestically “The
cat’s in the well and the barn” “barn” a building located in the
country: Camp David “is full of bull” is considered to be a load
of bullshit by Israel “The night is so long” the absence of
morality of the present time persists much longer than it
should “and the table is oh, so full” sarcastic, and the
negotiating table is filled with negotiators.
The cat’s in the well and the servant is at the door.

The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.
The cat’s in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cat’s in the well, leaves are starting to fall
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Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
“The cat’s in the well and the servant” the Jews are polluting
the Middle East and the Arab soldier “is at the door” is
awaiting opportunity at the border “The drinks are ready” Israel
has been drinking in military knowledge from the United States
“and the dogs” and the Israelis, the slaves of the United
States, the dogs of war “are going to war” are going to war
“The cat’s in the well, leaves” the Jews are polluting the
Middle East and the leafs, entire pages, of the Bible “are
starting to fall” are beginning to fail and fall into disfavor with
the Israelis “Goodnight, my love” you are going into that
eternal night, my love “may the lord have mercy on us all” and
may God forgive us for our sins. “Goodnight” as death, Ten
Thousand Men 1990, “10.000 women all dressed in white”
numerous politically ultraconservative and reactionary Israeli
Arabs “Standing at my window” taking a political stand in the
Knesset, the Israeli Parliament, “wishing me goodnight”
wishing to see the State of Israel destroyed.
2X2 1990
One by one, they followed the sun

One by one, until there were none.
Two by two, to their lovers they flew
Two by two, into the foggy dew.
Three by three, they danced on the sea
Four by four, they danced on the shore
Five by five, they tried to survive,
Six by six, they were playing with tricks.
“One by one, they followed the sun” one by one the majority of
Palestinians were turned into refugees after the 1948 Israeli-
Arab war and followed a person whose actions and opinions
strongly influence the course of events, the Chief Mufti of
Jerusalem who told the Palestinians to flee for their lives “One
by one, until there were none” one by one until there were no
Palestinians left in the State of Israel just ‘Israeli Arabs’ “Two
by two, to their lovers they flew” many went to refugee camps
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in the West Bank, many to refugee camps in Jordan and

Lebanon, and others to an Egyptian run camp in the Gaza
Strip “Two by two, into the foggy dew” they went into an
uncertain future “Three by three, they danced on the sea” the
Palestinians danced the dance that Israel choreographed also
danced at weddings and reproduced in Gaza which is on the
Mediterranean Sea “Four by four, they danced on the shore”
they began to multiply in the West Bank “Five by five, they
tried to survive / Six by six, they were playing with tricks”
eventually they began developing a knack for terrorism. Also
“trick” an artifice or stratagem; a cunning contrivance; a sly
procedure.
How many paths did they try and fail?

How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail?
How much poison did they inhale?
How many black cats crossed their trail?
How many tomorrow’s have are they given away?
How many compared to yesterday?
How many more without any reward?
How many more can they afford?
“How many paths did they try and fail?” how many other ways
did the Palestinians try to get their land back before resorting
to terrorism? “How many of their brothers and sisters lingered
in jail?” how many Palestinians were jailed just for the
possession of a Palestinian flag? “How much poison did they
inhale?” How much teargas did the Israelis use to quell the
rioting and rock throwing? How much fatal nerve gas did they
inhale as the PLO accused Israel of employing? “How many
black cats crossed their trail?” how many informants,
cultivated by the Israelis, have spied against them? “black” as
clandestine. “How many tomorrows have they given away?”
how many human lives have they sacrificed? “How many
compared to yesterday?” how many deaths compared to the
time they lived in what was once Palestine? “How many more
without any reward?” how many more deaths without a
homeland? “How many more can they afford?” how many
deaths can they bear without disadvantage or risk?
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10,000 MEN 1990
Ten thousand men on a hill

Some of ‘m goin’ down, some of ‘m gonna get killed.
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
Drummin’ in the morning, in the evening they’ll be coming for
you.
Ten thousand men on the move
None of them doing nothin’ that your mama wouldn’t
disapprove.
“Ten thousand men on a hill” numerous Palestinians living in

the Judean hills “Some of ‘m goin’ down” some of them are
going to come down and penetrate the Green Line in order to
detonate bombs in Greater Israel “some of ‘m gonna get
killed” some of them are going to be killed by the Israelis or by
their own IEDs “Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue” an
army of para-militarists, “blue,” a person who wears a blue
uniform like a member of the Union Army “Drummin’”
indoctrinated “drum” to make known to, or force upon, a
person by constant repetition “in the morning” at a very early
time, at morning prayers at the local Mosque “in the evening
they’ll be coming for you” when you are in decline and after
receiving the Imam’s blessing the Arab Muslims will go after
the Israeli Jews. “Ten thousand men on the move” an army
initiating an action “None of them doing nothin’ that your
mama wouldn’t disapprove” none of them doing anything that
would go against your conscience since you terrorized the
British when you wanted to drive them out of Palestine.
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold

All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold.
Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
Each one of ‘em got seven wives, each one of ‘em just out of
jail
“Ten thousand men digging” trying to learn and discover by

careful research and investigation “for silver and gold” for
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valuable intelligence information “All clean shaven” all have

shed their Islamic identities “all coming in from the cold” in
order to spy on the Zionist entity “Ten thousand men looking
so lean and frail” ten thousand Palestinians looking emaciated
and weak after having spent time in Israeli prisons where they
were tortured “Each one of ‘em got seven wives” they are all
believers in the Laws of the Holy Quran “each one of ‘em just
out of jail” and have just been released by the Israelis.
Next animal that he did meet

Had wool on his back and hooves on his feet
Eating grass on a mountainside so steep.
“Ah, think I’ll call it a sheep.”
“Next animal that he did meet” next bestial human Dylan came
into contact with “Had wool on his back” had a Jewish prayer
shawl or tallis on his back “and hooves on his feet” and ate
only animals that chewed their cud and had split hooves. Also
the cloven hoof is traditionally associated with the Devil
“Eating grass” destroying the grass roots or indigenous people
“on a mountainside so steep” by living on a hilltop settlement
in the occupied West Bank “Ah, think I’ll call it a sheep” a
mindless follower of Judaism, a settler.
Yeah the road’s washed out—weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with
Are the things you need the least
“Yeah the road’s washed out” the course, the roadmap to

peace, is drained of energy and effectiveness; completely
exhausted “weather not fit for man or beast” the political
climate has become intolerable “Funny, how the things you
have the hardest time parting with” it is ironic that the things
you have the hardest time returning to the Palestinians like the
West Bank and Gaza “Are the things you need the least” are
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the things that are holding back peace and threatening your
continued existence.
My captain, he’s decorated—he’s well schooled and he’s

skilled
He’s not sentimental—don’t bother him at all
How many of his pals have been killed
My captain” Arial Sharon “he’s decorated” he has been

awarded a mark of honor, as a medal “he’s well schooled” he
has received extensive military training “and he’s skilled” well
skilled in the art of killing “He’s not sentimental” effusively and
insincerely emotional “don’t bother him at all / How many of
his pals have been killed” it doesn’t bother him how many
Palestinians he has killed in the refugee camps of Sabra and
Shatila.
It was a natural progression for Dylan to begin comparing

Israel’s treatment of the Palestinians to the Nazis treatment of
the Jews in:
THE LEVEE'S GONNA BREAK

If it keep on rainin', the levee gonna break
Everybody saying this is a day only the Lord could make
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IF IT KEEP ON RAININ' (if the war between the Israelis and

Palestinians continues - D to E: RAIN - war, destruction. In the
liner notes to THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN
Zimmerman wrote, "it was as though the rains of wartime had
left the land bombed out an' shattered") THE LEVEE GONNA
BREAK (the concrete security barrier constructed by Israel to
keep out terrorists will be useless levee: a barrier constructed
to keep something out) EVERYBODY SAYING THIS IS A
DAY ONLY THE LORD COULD MAKE (Zimmerman uses day
in the sense of period of prominence. Zimmerman believes
that the State of Israel, now in its heyday, should exist ONLY
when THE LORD sends the Messiah, the Moshiach to the
Jewish people. “And HaShem your G-d will bring you to the
land your fathers inhabited and you shall inhabit it, and He will
be good to you and you will increase even more than your
fathers” - Deuteronomy 30. Could Zimmerman be in
agreement with my cousin, Rabbi Mordechi Weberman, that
the existence of the current State of Israel is standing in the
way of both the Messiah coming and the Day of Redemption
arriving so - the Zionist illegitimate "State of Israel" must be
totally anulled?)
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Well, I worked on the levee, Mama, both night and day

I worked on the levee, Mama, both night and day
I got to the river and I threw my clothes away
WELL, I WORKED ON THE LEVEE, MAMA, BOTH NIGHT

AND DAY (I worked continuously at keeping out the
Egyptians, Syrians, Palestinians and others from crossing the
1948 borders of the State of Israel during numerous wars) I
GOT TO THE RIVER (when Israel reached the Jordan River
during the Six Day War of 1967) I THREW MY CLOTHES
AWAY (Israel discarded its wordy declarations that it had no
intention of expanding its borders and it annexed the West
Bank of the River Jordan. D to E: CLOTHES - words as in "he
clothed his meaning")
I paid my time and now I'm good as new,
I paid my time and now I'm as good as new.
They can't take me back unless I want 'em to
I PAID MY TIME (I performed my compulsory service in the

Israeli Defense Forces) AND NOW I'M GOOD AS NEW
(although as a settler I knew that I was being used by the
Israeli Government) THEY CAN'T TAKE ME BACK (the Israeli
authorities cannot force the Settlers back behind the Green
Line, to the pre-1967 borders of Israel) UNLESS I WANT 'EM
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TO (because I will use the knowledge I acquired in the IDF

and forcibly resist).

Some of these people gonna strip you of all they can take
IF IT KEEP ON RAININ', THE LEVEE GONNA BREAK SOME

OF THESE PEOPLE GONNA STRIP (take away possessions
from someone; "The Nazis stripped the Jews of all their
assets") YOU OF ALL THEY CAN TAKE (of your home,
farms, factories after Israel and the West Bank becomes
Palestine and the Jews are finally driven into the sea as
Egyptian strongman Gamal Abdel Nassar threatened to do in
1956)
I can't stop here I ain't ready to unload
I can't stop here I ain't ready to unload
Riches and salvation can be waiting behind the next bend in
the road
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I CAN'T STOP HERE I AIN'T READY TO UNLOAD (I cannot

leave the occupied territories and I am definitely not ready to
unload - disarm, take the bullets out of my weapon.
Additionally in From A Buick Six Zimmerman wrote, "I need a
dumptruck baby to UNLOAD my head" using the word in the
sense of "to relieve from anything onerous." The settlers are
incapable of leaving the West Bank; a move that would get
them out of a potentially deadly situation) RICHES (an
abundance of land, the rich, fertile soil of Judea and Samaria)
AND SALVATION (sarcastic: saving someone from harm)
CAN BE WAITING BEHIND THE NEXT BEND IN THE ROAD
(sardonic: Note Zimmerman's use of BEHIND rather than
AFTER. This is a reference to settlers being ambushed by
terrorists as they travel through the occupied West Bank)
I picked you up from the gutter and this is the thanks I get
I picked you up from the gutter and this is the thanks I get
You say you want me to quit ya, I told ya,
'No, not just yet.'
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I PICKED YOU UP FROM THE GUTTER (I raised the

standard of living of West Bank Arabs! Gutter: to cut or form
into small longitudinal hollows; to channel - Shakespeare.
Using this definition GUTTER represents a Wadi - a gully or
streambed in Israel or in its territories that remains dry except
during rainy season. The Jewish Settlers tend to live on
hilltops while the indigenous population most often lives in the
valleys where the Wadis are prevalent) AND THIS IS THE
THANKS I GET? (and you try to kill me and my family and
friends as I travel through Judea and Samaria?) YOU SAY
YOU WANT ME TO QUIT YA (you say you want end the
occupation and settlement of the West Bank) I TOLD YA, 'NO,
NOT JUST YET.' (not until I repay you for the bloodshed you
have caused, probably never).
Well, I look in your eyes, I see nobody other than me
I look in your eyes, I see nobody other than me
I see all that I am and all I hope to be
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WELL, I LOOK IN YOUR EYES I SEE NOBODY OTHER

THAN ME (when I look into the settlers' thoughts about the
future I see an Israel that contains no one other than Jews like
myself - Zimmerman is a Jew named Zimmerman - as the
Israeli Arabs and the West Bank Palestinians have been
expelled. Many of the settlers are followers of Rabbi Meyer
Kahane the former leader of Israel’s radical Kach party.
Kahane advocated the forcible expulsion of all Arabs from
Israel, the annexation of the West Bank and Gaza territories,
and the unrestricted building of Jewish settlements. In 1971
Zimmerman wrote Rabbi Kahane a check for several
thousand dollars, despite my having warned him against doing
so) I SEE ALL THAT I AM AND ALL I HOPE TO BE
(sarcastic; Zimmerman wants nothing more to do with the
Kahanists)

Some of these people don't know which road to take
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IF IT KEEP ON RAININ', THE LEVEE GONNA BREAK /

SOME OF THESE PEOPLE (some of "these people" - some
of the Jews - namely the Israeli Settlers and their allies in the
Knesset such as the former Prime Minister of Israel, Benjamin
Netanyahu) DON'T KNOW WHICH ROAD TO TAKE (are
more interested in taking the road to war than the road to
peace which was called Performance-Based Roadmap to a
Permanent Two-State Solution to the Israeli-Palestinian
Conflict.
When I'm with you, I forget I was ever blue
When I'm with you, I forget I was ever blue
Without you there's no meaning in anything I do
WHEN I'M WITH YOU, I FORGET I WAS EVER BLUE (D to

E: BLUE - Honest, loyal as in "true blue." In Hard Rain
Zimmerman asked rhetorically, "Where have you been my
blue-eyed son?") WITHOUT YOU THERE'S NO MEANING IN
ANYTHING I DO (sarcastic - there was no higher purpose in
expelling Palestinians from their land)
Some people on the road carryin' everything that they own

Some people on the road carryin' everything they own
Some people got barely enough skin to cover their bones
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SOME PEOPLE ON THE ROAD CARRYIN' EVERYTHING

THAT THEY OWN (the Palestinian refugees on their way to
Gaza and other destinations in 1948 carrying all their
possessions with them after being chased out at gunpoint by
the Haganah and Irgun militias) SOME PEOPLE GOT
BARELY ENOUGH SKIN TO COVER THEIR BONES (many
of the Jews who forced the Palestinians to leave Palestine and
fought in the 1948 War Of Independence were death camp
survivors who had become emaciated from the systematic
starvation that was the first part of the Nazis "final solution to
the Jewish question." Ironically, like the Palestinians, these
Jews had also been uprooted from their homes. In Chronicles
Zimmerman said essentially the same thing about why Israel
came into being, "The State of Israel claimed the right to act
as heir and executor of all who perished in the final solution.
The [Adolf Eichmann] trial reminds the whole world of what led
to the formation of the Israeli state.")
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Put on your camp clothes, mama, put on your evening dress

Put on your cat clothes, mama, put on your evening dress
Few more years of hard work, then there'll be a 1,000 years of
happiness
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PUT ON YOUR CAMP (the lyrics here most often read CAT
CLOTHES rather than CAMP CLOTHES as there is a Carl
Perkins song titled Put Your Cat Clothes On. I hear Robert
Allen Zimmerman sing CAMP CLOTHES once then sing CAT
CLOTHES. Robert Allen Zimmerman is masking this word due
to the sensitivity some people have when it comes to
concentration camps) PUT ON YOUR CAMP CLOTHES,
MAMA (camp clothes are a prisoner’s uniform - a textile
design consisting of lines or bands against a plain background
as in those worn by death camp inmates. D to E: CLOTHES -
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words.
What Zimmerman is saying here is bring up the Holocaust

again and again in order to justify your own Nazi-like actions
and use this to raise money from rich American Jews) PUT
ON YOUR EVENING (D to E: EVENING - just before a
decline, such as "the 2006 signaled the evening of Jews in
Gaza") DRESS (D to E: DRESS - way of preparing something
for market, embellish, hype. Also EVENING DRESS as formal
attire worn to a fundraiser for Israel) FEW MORE YEARS OF
HARD WORK (a few more years of oppressing the
Palestinians in a Nazi-like fashion and raising money in
America to finance it. Note: NOT ENOUGH SKIN TO COVER
THEIR BONES and CAMP CLOTHES has Nazi connotations
as does HARD WORK. One of the Nazi's slogan's was
Freedom Through WORK originally in German: Arbeit Macht
Frei. This motto above the main gate greeted all who entered
the Auschwitz death camp during WWII) THEN THERE'LL BE
A THOUSAND YEARS OF HAPPINESS (sarcastic: then you
will hasten the arrival of the Messiah as the Settlers believe
they are doing by living in Judea and Samaria. More Nazi
connotations as the Third Reich was also referred to as the
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Thousand Year Reich as it was intended by Hitler to last a

THOUSAND YEARS. Here Robert Allen Zimmerman is
equating the Settlers and other rightwing Jews treatment of
the Palestinians to the Nazis treatment of the Jews implying
that Israel has become the new Nazi Germany. When I first
heard PUT ON YOUR CAMP CLOTHES I thought to myself,
Zimmerman has become a singing Professor Norman
Finkelstein, author of THE HOLOCAUST INDUSTRY:
REFLECTIONS ON THE EXPLOITATION OF JEWISH
SUFFERING. Finkelstein claims that the Holocaust is being
used by racist Jews to justify their presence in Palestine and
to oppress Arabs. In a December 2001 speech in Beirut,
Lebanon, Finkelstein compared Israeli behavior to "Nazi
practices" during World War II.)

I tried to get you to love me,
but I won't repeat that mistake
IF IT KEEP ON RAININ', THE LEVEE GONNA BREAK / I

TRIED TO GET YOU TO LOVE ME (I tried to get you to see
my truth) BUT I WON'T REPEAT THAT MISTAKE (MISTAKE
one thing for another; confuse Israel with anything but what it
really is, a repressive settler state)
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Plenty of cheap stuff out there and still around that you take

PLENTY OF CHEAP STUFF (low-priced or free land) OUT
THERE (in the territories and around Jerusalem) AND STILL
AROUND (Israel refused to declare a moratorium on new
settlements in the West Bank) THAT YOU TAKE (that you can
expropriate from its rightful owners)
I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I ain't got enough room to even raise my head.
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING (the Jewish Settlers came to the
realization) BUTTER (Jewish blood - on Under the Red Sky in
Ten Thousand Men Zimmerman wrote, "Ten thousand men
looking so lean [to have a tendency or disposition to do
something; to be inclined] / and frail [having the attributes of
base man as opposed to divine beings] / Each one of 'em got
seven wives, each one of 'em just out of jail [they are Moslems
- Islam allows up to four wives - and are Palestianian terrorists
just freed from Israeli prisons] / Ten thousand women all
sweepin' [violent and general destruction; as, the sweep of the
intifada was far reaching] / my ROOM [a particular portion of
space appropriated for occupancy, living space] / Spilling [to
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cause to flow out and be lost or wasted; to shed, or suffer to

be shed, as in battle; as, a man spills another's blood] / my
BUTTERMILK [Israeli blood, what is left over after an
"extraction" performed by the Nazis] / sweeping it up [and the
Israelis cleaning it up, winning an overwhelming victory] / with
a BROOM [with a weapon])" The Levee's Gonna Break
continues: AND EGGS (have egg on one's face colloquialism:
made to look foolish - the settlers have Jewish blood on their
hands and egg on their face) IN MY BED (because they have
made their bed and have to lie in it - they to have to accept the
disadvantages or problems that result from their own actions
or past decisions) I AIN'T GOT ENOUGH ROOM (in Hitler's
book Mein Kampf he made clear his belief that the German
people needed Lebensraum - "living space", i.e. land - the
settler's believe they don't have enough Lebensraum) TO
EVEN RAISE MY HEAD (to be proud Jews - proud of acting
like Nazis who occupied much of Europe.)
Come back, baby, say we never more will part
Come back, baby, say we never more will part
Don't be a stranger with no brain or heart
COME BACK, BABY, SAY WE NEVER MORE WILL PART

(make something into two parts, "Moses parted the Red Sea"
as the Settlers have done to Israel) DON'T BE A STRANGER
(the Torah instructs Jews: “You shall not abhor an Egyptian,
for you were a STRANGER in his land” Deuteronomy 23:8) D
to E: STRANGER - alien, someone who does not belong in
the West Bank) WITH NO BRAIN (common sense, survival
instinct) OR HEART (or feeling for the inhabitants of the West
Bank)

Some people still sleepin', some people are wide awake

SOME PEOPLE STILL SLEEPIN' (D to E: SLEEPING - overly
complacent) SOME PEOPLE ARE WIDE AWAKE (some
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people see the threat coming. Also in the settlements

Shomrim stay awake all night watching for terrorists).
ALTERNATIVE TRANSLATION
Some people on the road carrying everything they own

“Some people on the road carrying everything they own” the

Palestinians were forced out of Israel in 1948 and had to leave
behind whatever they couldn’t carry with them “Some people
got barely enough skin to cover their bones” and this act was
perpetrated by victims of Nazi death camps.
Put on your camp clothes, mama,

Put on your evening dress
Few more years of hard work,
Then there’ll be a 1,000 years of happiness
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“Put on your camp clothes” put on your death camp Nazi SS

uniforms rather than your striped death camp prisoners
uniforms, “mama, put on your evening dress” put on the
clothes that signify your moral decline “Few more years of
hard work” a few more years of repression of the indigenous
population, a few more years of emulating the Nazis whose
slogan was “Freedom Through Work” originally in German:
Arbeit macht frei. This motto above the main gate greeted all
who entered the Auschwitz “then there’ll be a 1,000 years of
happiness” then Israel will enjoy the “Thousand Year Reich” a
thousand years of Nazi rule that Hitler never lived to see.
Some Holocaust deniers start out being anti-Zionist but it is

not a big jump from hating Israel to denying the major factor in
its existence. In the case of Robert Allen Zimmerman, Jew boy
from rural Minnesota (an area with a high German-American
population and few minorities) he had already adopted a pro-
Nazi attitude in his youth, thanks partially to his worship of a
neo-Confederate named Raymond Gooch, who gave him a
place to crash when he first came to New York City. Dylan
crossed the line into evil in Tweedle Dee Tweedle Dum, which
is about the Labor and Likud Parties in Israel, when denied the
extent of the Holocaust:
Well a childish dream is a deathless need

And a noble truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's lookin' around
She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown
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“Well, a childish dream” well, let me explain, listen up, the

unrealistic idealistic dream of the State of Israel existing in the
hostile environment of the Middle East “is a deathless need” is
the desperate need of a people who do not wish to be again
subject to Nazi genocide “And a noble truth” and the grand
and stately truth that the Jews must not be subject to another
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Holocaust because they are stateless “is a sacred creed” is an

unquestionable formal statement of religious and secular
Zionist belief “My pretty” but my considerable in size “baby”
truth, love, intellect “she's lookin' around” hunting, inquiring,
investigating and she is questioning if the number of people
killed in the Holocaust was exaggerated in order to justify the
establishment and existence of the State of Israel, “She's
wearin'” bearing, carrying, and maintaining “a multi-thousand
dollar” a belief that hundreds of thousands of Jews, rather
millions, were murdered “gown” and this belief is based on the
findings of academics; “gown” a distinctive outer robe worn by
those pretending to be scholars such as the Nazis at the
Institute for Historical Review, a front group dedicated to
Holocaust denial. Dylan joined his idol David Duke and the
Hitler of Iran Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in this belief.
Holocaust deniers are crypto-Nazis, they are not revisionist

historians. First of all they all know the Holocaust took place
but deny it in order to further Nazism. Most people were
disgusted by Nazism due to its insane genocidal nature so the
Nazis want to convince people that this pathology did not exist
so people will be attracted to Nazism once again. They are
well aware that unlike themselves, not too many people are
into gassing babies. Holocaust deniers also want to deny the
last Holocaust so when they perpetrate a new one they can
deny that one too. Another motivation of the Nazi Holocaust
denier is to de-legitimatize the necessity for the existence of
Israel, because the Holocaust was what convinced the world
to give the Jews their own State. The Nazi despises Israel
because the existence of Israel makes it much harder for the
Nazi insect to kill Jews since, unlike the Jews in Nazi
Germany, Jews in Israel are not unarmed. Nazism is about -
among other things - the killing of Jews; it is a criminal
conspiracy to commit mass murder. Finally these Holocaust
denial vermin want to desecrate the memory of those who
perished. They’ve taken everything from these Jews and now
they want to take their deaths from them and make them into
non-persons.
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THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN
Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon

A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow
Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go
THUNDER (to utter violent denunciation. In It’s Hard Rain A-

Gonna Fall Dylan "heard [learned by common report, such as
the news media] / the sound [as in "sound the alarm"] / of a
THUNDER [violent denunciation. In the historical context of
1962 when this poem was composed; threats of nuclear war
being exchanged by the Soviet Union and the United States
over the issue of Russian missiles in Cuba] / it ROARED [syn.
for THUNDER] out a warning."
ON THE MOUNTAIN (D to E: MOUNTAIN - bully pulpit,
especially in Israel: In Hard Rain Dylan wrote, "And I'll tell it
and think it and speak it and breathe it / And reflect it from the
MOUNTAIN so all souls can see it" just as Jesus did when he
gave the Sermon on the Mount outside Jerusalem. THUNDER
ON THE MOUNTAIN becomes roughly, "A violent
denuncation of the State of Israel!"
AND THERE'S FIRES (D to E: FIRE - passions as in "Dylan is
getting all fired-up") ON THE MOON (about a problem that is
unlikely to be solved - "Reach for the moon" means you are
trying to achieve something that is very difficult. In Chronicles
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Dylan writes "There was no way I could make its purpose

mine, but it was great meeting him, a man who had reached
the MOON when most of us scarcely make it off the ground")
A RUCKUS IN THE ALLEY (and there is a disturbance; a
commotion and conflagration in Israel. The alley as Israel
metaphor first appeared in Dylan's CD UNDER THE RED SKY
which was poetic allegory about Israel and the Intifada. In It’s
Unbelievable on UNDER THE RED SKY Robert Allen Dylan
wrote, “they said it was the land of milk and honey [“So I have
come down to rescue them from the hand of the Egyptians
and to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious
land, a land flowing with milk and honey --”Exodus 3:17)] now
they say it’s the land of money / How could you ever make
that STICK? [How could Israel, a Jewish state, fabricate
weapons and become a world class arms merchant?] / Its
unbelievable you could get rich that quick [sarcastic, it is
understandable judging from the desire of dictatorships to
obtain armaments such as the Uzi submachine gun and
Israel's desire for money]”
On UNDER THE RED SKY ALLEY appears in The Cat’s In
The Well: “The cat’s in the well [the Jews are in the Middle
East poisoning the well - this time metaphorically: In medieval
times we were accused of literally poisoning wells] / and grief
is showing its face [and as a result there is misery for the
Palestinians] / The world’s being slaughtered and it’s such a
bloody disgrace [the first intifada had already broken out
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when Dylan wrote this in the early 1990’s. Dylan and others
such as Woody Allen were ashamed of Israeli soldiers for
shooting rubber bullets and live ammunition at Palestinian
children who were armed only with rocks] / The cat’s in the
well, and the horse [a horse of a different color a person of a
different kind - the Israelis are more often than not Europeans
rather than Middle-Eastern looking. Also horse as cavalry,
army] / is going bumpety bump [is removing or forcing the
Palestinians from a position or dwelling previously occupied;
"The Jews bumped the Palestinians by demolishing the
homes of suspected intifada and terrorist leaders." Also
bumping off, assassinating, PLO leaders] / Back ALLEY
[sneaky Israel, a country that is subject to back channel, back
alley, diplomacy] / Sally [Sarah - the Matriarch of Judaism] / is
doing the American JUMP [is eagerly going along with
American foreign policy, having mimicked what America did to
the Native Americans by having forced the Palestinians from
Palestine. Also JUMP as in "claim jumper" - someone who
steals someone else's rights to land].” Continuing this
recurrent Palestinian-Israeli theme in another poem on
UNDER THE RED SKY Dylan wrote, "There was a little boy
[the Palestinian Arabs] / and there was a little girl [the Jews] /
and they lived in an ALLEY under the red sky [in an
atmosphere that is changing for the worse; old adage “Red
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sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s

warning”]
Thunder On The Mountain continues: AND THE SUN WILL

BE HERE SOON (D to E: SUN - Knowledge, brilliance, in the
public eye; but in this particular context SUN is fusion energy
as in Dylan’s Gates of Eden: “Upon four-legged [bestial, fierce]
/ forest [dense] / clouds [mushroom clouds produced by an
atomic explosion. In a first draft of Gates of Eden Robert Allen
Dylan wrote, “Upon the fungus forest cloud” - fungus - any of a
major group (Fungi) of saprophytic and parasitic spore-
producing organisms that include mushrooms] / The cowboy
[someone who is reckless or irresponsible] / angel [and is the
guiding force of America and its military might] / rides [thrives]
/ With his candle [enhanced intellectual illumination that no
one can hold a candle to, qualify for comparison with] / lit into
the SUN [tapping the energy of the sun - energy production in
the sun is accomplished by nuclear fusion] / Though its glow
[intensity - glow: shine with an intense heat. Additionally there
is a common misconception that radioactive substances glow
in the dark] / is waxed [increases in its phase or intensity] / in
black [hopelessness, will initiate the doom of civilization].” The
SUN is fusion energy - an atomic explosion is going to take
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place in Israel shortly due to the proliferation of nuclear

technology)
TODAY'S THE DAY (an era of existence) GONNA GRAB
(make a grasping or snatching motion with the hand) MY
TROMBONE (my weapon. The word TROMBONE appears
three times in the body of Dylan’s writing. In Tarantula he
wrote, “empty ships on the desert & traffic cops on the
Broomstick & weeping & hanging onto a goofy sledgehammer
& all the trombones coming apart, the xylophones cracking &
flute players losing their intimates...” Examination of these
words reveals a common thread in their lesser used meanings
- BROOMSTICK has the word BROOM and STICK in it that as
you can see by clicking is used consistently as "weapon." The
hammer in sledgehammer can mean a part of a gun that
detonates a bullet's primer as in the expression, "I dropped a
hammer on him." Coming apart can mean disassembled, as in
what is done to weapons when they are cleaned. Cracking
can mean make a very sharp explosive sound; "His gun
cracked." Note: In Chronicles written decades later, it was no
coincidence that Dylan again associated trombones with
traffic, “He could imitate just about anything-clogged water
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pipes and toilets flushing, steamships and sawmills, traffic,

violins and trombones.” The word trombone derives from the
Italian, from tromba trumpet. "Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and
sound an alarm in my holy MOUNTAIN: let all the inhabitants
of the land tremble: for THE DAY OF THE LORD cometh, for it
is nigh at hand." Joel 2:1 Thunder On The Mountain
continues: AND BLOW (BLOW: land a powerful stroke with a
weapon; "The Israelis gave Hamas a blow it will never recover
from when they assassinated Sheikh Yassin") WELL,
THERE'S HOT STUFF HERE (there's radioactive material
such as plutonium and enriched uranium in Israel: HOT
STUFF as in Smithsonian Magazine The Hunt For HOT
STUFF In The Former Soviet Union. NOTE: HOT STUFF as
radioactive material fits ingeniously and complexly with SUN
as fusion) AND IT'S EVERYWHERE I GO (and enriched
uranium is now in the hands of Pakistan, India, North Korea
and soon the Islamic Republic of Iran will be able to produce
it).”
I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying
When she was born in Hell's Kitchen,
I was living down the line
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee
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I WAS THINKIN' 'BOUT ALICIA KEYS (nuclear proliferation

brought to mind the State of Israel. Alicia Keys is an arbitrary
metaphor for Israel discernible only through context. Note: The
singer and composer Alica Keys was born in Harlem, not in
Hell's Kitchen) COULDN'T KEEP (this forced Dylan) FROM
CRYING (D to E: CRY - to say something or protest in public)
WHEN SHE WAS BORN IN HELL'S KITCHEN (Israel was
born after the Nazis cooked up a living hell for the Jews of
Europe by putting them in ovens - crematoriums.
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Also the Middle East was a hostile environment for the

establishment of a Jewish State.) I WAS LIVING DOWN THE
LINE (Dylan believed in the necessity for its existence and
followed the Zionist line. In 1962 Dylan wrote, I’m Walkin’
Down the Line - Dylan is towing the folksinger line, following a
moral boundary agreed upon by a group of people. On
another level "live down" means live so as to annul some
previous behavior; "NEVER AGAIN!" - was the slogan of Meir
Kahane's Jewish Defense League) I'M WONDERING WHERE
IN THE WORLD ALICIA KEYS COULD BE? (so at this point
in time Robert Allen Dylan wondering when a Jewish
homeland would come into existence?)
I BEEN LOOKING FOR HER EVEN CLEAR (Robert Allen
Dylan and other Jews were searching for homeland with a
mindset characterized by freedom from troubling thoughts;
especially e.g. guilt; "a clear conscience") THROUGH
TENNESSEE (to the point where they would accept an Israel
that had to secure itself by developing nuclear weapons. A
secret site was erected at rural Oak Ridge TENNESSEE for
the large-scale production and purification of uranium-235).
Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my heart and you will sort of understand
You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away
The writing on the wall, come read it,
come see what it say
FEEL LIKE MY SOUL (D to E: SOUL - the seat of real life or

vitality; the source of action; the animating or essential part of
the State of Israel) IS BEGINNING TO EXPAND (is beginning
to become more and more expansionist annexing large areas
of Jordanian, Egyptian and Syrian territory. 15,500 websites
contain the words "Israeli expansionism") LOOK INTO MY
HEART (D to E: HEART - the choicest or most essential
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or most vital part of some idea or experience: "the heart and

soul of the Jew"; Judaism mandates certain borders for the
State of Israel that include the West Bank of the Jordan River,
what the settlers call Judea and Sameria) AND YOU WILL
SORT (SORT - items segregated into groups according to a
specified criterion) OF UNDERSTAND (and you might get
some inkling of Israel’s rationalization for this but unless you
are Jewish you will never truly understand) YOU BROUGHT
ME HERE (G-d brought the Jewish people to the land of Israel
in biblical times and said that Israel should border the Jordan
River) NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO RUN ME AWAY (but now
G-d is forcing me to cut and run by pressuring me to leave the
West Bank. He is also putting WMD's in the hands of my
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enemies) THE WRITING ON THE WALL (according to biblical

mythology, on the night of a royal feast in Babylon writing
mysteriously appeared on a wall at which no one stood and
shortly thereafter Emperor Belshazzar of Babylonia was killed
and the Persians (Iranians) took over the kingdom of
Babylonia. Presumably G-d was the author of "the writing on
the wall" and it meant that the future looked disasterous)
COME READ IT (interpret its significance) COME SEE WHAT
IT SAY (SAY - communicate or express nonverbally; "What do
the problems in the Middle East say about Israeli policies?)"
Thunder on the mountain, rollin' like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from
I don't need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day
THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN (an ominious threat)

ROLLIN' (D to E: ROLLING - increasing in intensity) LIKE A
DRUM (like a threat that is growing more and more genocidal
- when the Soviets excavated the Lublin Death Camp they
found furnaces containing human bones and more than five
hundred DRUMS of Zyklon B gas) GONNA SLEEP (sarcastic
- D to E: SLEEP - be content or complacent) OVER THERE
(with the way Israel treats the Palestinians) THAT'S WHERE
THE MUSIC COMING FROM (that's where the new
concentration camps have been established. The Nazi
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concentration camps typically had an orchestra which played

classical music as the prisoners marched to work or to the gas
chambers) I DON'T NEED ANY GUIDE (a model or standard
for making comparisons such as comparing the concentration
camps of the Third Reich to the Palestinian refugee camps.
Also reference to Robert Allen Dylan's Zionist buddy One-
Legged Terry who worked as a tourist guide in Israel) I
ALREADY KNOW THE WAY (I already KNOW THE WAY you
treat the Palestinian Arabs) REMEMBER THIS, I'M YOUR
SERVANT BOTH NIGHT AND DAY (sarcastic: like the
Palestinians I am your slave laborer - servant - one in a state
of constant - NIGHT AND DAY - subjection or bondage. "Thou
wast a SERVANT in the land of Egypt" --Deuteronomy v 15.)
The pistols are poppin' and the power is down

I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town
The sun keeps shinin'
and the North Wind keeps picking up speed
Gonna forget about myself for a while,
Gonna go out and see what others need
THE PISTOLS ARE POPPIN' (the war in Iraq is raging) AND

THE POWER IS DOWN (and the power of the United States
to influence world events, such as preventing Iran from
producing nuclear weapons, has declined sharply) I'D LIKE
TO TRY SOMETHIN' BUT I'M SO FAR FROM TOWN (Israel
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would like to bomb the Iranian centrifuges but they are

scattered about in remote areas to the North of Israel) THE
SUN KEEPS SHININ' (D to E: SHINE - become eminent,
conspicuous - the issue of fusion devices is conspicuously in
the public eye) AND THE NORTH WIND KEEPS PICKING UP
SPEED (SPEED - rate of motion - and the Iranian centrifuges
are spinning faster and faster) GONNA FORGET ABOUT
MYSELF FOR A WHILE (going to forget about Israel having
nuclear weapons and the ability to deliver them) GONNA GO
OUT AND SEE WHAT OTHERS NEED (going to worry about
Iran and others obtaining the materials they NEED to have a
nuclear arsenal - sardonic - sounds like a statement of
selflessness).
I've been sittin' down studyin' the art of love
I think it will fit me like a glove
I want some real good woman to do just what I say
Everybody got to wonder what's the matter
with this cruel world today
I'VE BEEN SITTIN' DOWN (sarcastic: I have been passive)

STUDYIN' THE ART OF LOVE (the art of war) I THINK IT
WILL FIT ME LIKE A GLOVE (more sarcasm: Israel already
has a close connection to it, as in hand in glove. Dylan
associated violence with gloves in the liner notes to THE
TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN "the gloves of garbage had
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clobbered the canvas") I WANT SOME REAL (real - not to be

taken lightly) GOOD (most suitable or right for a particular
purpose) WOMAN TO DO JUST WHAT I SAY (I want
soldiers, male and female, who will follow orders to the utmost
extent) In Handy Dandy on UNDER THE RED SKY Robert
Allen Dylan wrote, “Handy Dandy if every bone [argument,
contention] / in his body [in the body of Israeli law and in Torah
law] / were a-broken [were violated by Israel’s actions] he
would never admit it / He got an all girl [the Israeli army has
50% women in it as they are subect to the draft] / orchestra [a
band of people with instruments, in this case instruments of
war. Note the continuation of the musical instruments as
weapons metaphor as in trombone ] / and when he says strike
[make a sudden attack, inflict damage on] / up the band [a
group of people with a common interest - a band of armed
Palestinians] / they hit it [hit them with gunfire or artillery fire
right on the mark] / Handy dandy, he got a STICK [weapon] /
in his hand [ability] / and a pocket full of money…”) Thunder
On The Mountain continues: EVERYBODY (the civilian
population, women in the IDF) GOT TO WONDER (be
amazed at) WHAT'S THE MATTER (some situation or event
that is thought about such as) WITH THIS CRUEL WORLD
TODAY?” (Palestinian suicide bombers. CRUEL describes
weapons or instruments causing suffering and pain "cruel
weapons of war" while CRUEL WORLD is a stereotypical
phrase from a suicide note - "Goodbye cruel world!")
Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground
Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down
Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king
I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing
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THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN (an enormous threat)

ROLLING (D to E: ROLLING - steadily increasing) TO THE
GROUND (and spreading to the masses of Israelis. D to E:
GROUND - the masses. In the liner notes to The Times They
Are A-Changin Dylan wrote “for my road is blessed with many
flowers [the best artists] / an' the sounds of flowers / lost
voices [cultural and political expressions] / of the ground’s
people [the oppressed masses"]) GONNA GET UP IN THE
MORNING (D to E: WAKE UP IN THE MORNING - come to a
realization while Israel was still in the early part of its
existence. In Rollin' and Tumblin' Dylan sings "I rolled and I
tumbled, I cried the whole night long /Woke up this mornin' I
must have bet my money wrong") WALK THE HARD ROAD
DOWN (Israel will take a path in economics and politics that
causes hardship, pain or sorrow. Example: hard times have
come for some Israelis) SOME SWEET (D to E: SWEET -
rewarding; "he had a sweet hustle going on") DAY (period of
prominence) I'LL STAND BESIDE MY KING (a competitor
who holds a preeminent position; a very wealthy or powerful
businessman: "an oil baron" - America) I WOULDN'T BETRAY
YOUR LOVE (be unfaithful to the fundamental truth of
American capitalism. D to E: LOVE - truth. In LOVE MINUS
ZERO Dylan wrote, "My love she speaks like silence / without
ideals or violence") OR ANY OTHER THING (or, sarcastic,
betray you in the sense of "to deliver to an enemy by
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treachery” like the Jewish spy Jonathan Pollard did when

betrayed the United States by spying for Israel).
Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches
I'll recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman's church, said my religious vows
I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows
GONNA RAISE ME AN ARMY / SOME TOUGH SONS OF

BITCHES (kibbutzniks - socialist collective farmers - who
turned the desert into an oasis through intensive labor. Also
Sabras - native born Israelis - named after the pear cactus -
TOUGH on the outside, soft in the inside) I'LL RECRUIT MY
ARMY FROM THE ORPHANAGES (the Kibbutzniks children
were often separated from their parents and raised in another
area of the Kibbutz as an experiment in socialism) I BEEN TO
ST. HERMAN'S CHURCH (Saint Herman, Russian Saint born
in Moscow. The Kibbutz movement is largely leftwing. Also
Mount Hermon is located in Israel and is surrounded by
kibbutzim) SAID MY RELIGIOUS (paid lip service to socialism.
D to E: RELIGION - politics, usually leftwing politics. In
Tarantula Dylan wrote this to his former leftwing folk fans,
“watcha doing? how's the new religion? feel any different?
gave it up myself”) VOWS (a promise of fidelity - In My Back
Pages Robert Allen Dylan wrote, “Equality,” [the sameness in
state and continued course as Whites] / I spoke the word
[preached, wrote it my poetry] / As if a wedding vow [as if I
was wedded to this concept]"
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I'VE SUCKED (I have attracted by using an inexorable force,

inducement, etc) THE MILK (the money) OUT OF A
THOUSAND COWS (from innumerable cash cows. In other
words Israel sucked both conservative and liberal American
Jews into contributing money. This is also a continuation of
the kibbutz references, as the kibbutizim were initially primarily
agricultural. D to E: MILK - money. In Ballad of A Thinman
Dylan wrote this about the interaction between the media and
the Civil Rights Movement, “You see this one-eyed midget [D
to E: EYE - mind. A minority group with a single thought,
single-minded] / shouting [protesting, chanting] / the word
'Now' [Freedom Now! - the slogan of the Civil Rights
Movement in the 1960’s] / You ask for what reason? [the
media asks a stupid question] / And he says ‘How?’ [the
Blacks are not interested in answering questions, all they want
to know is how to achieve their freedom] / And you say ‘What
does this mean?’ [and you still don’t understand what the Civil
Rights Movement is about] / And he screams back [with all his
effort] / ‘You’re a COW [you have material wealth - Golden
Calf, cash cow also a you are a sacred cow - a person
unreasonably held to be immune to criticism] / give me some
MILK [wealth] / or else go home.)”
I got the porkchops, she got the pie
She ain't no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
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I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams
Thunder On The Mountain continues: I GOT THE

PORKCHOPS (Israel has the pork - money from pork barrel
legislation, special pet projects - Israel is the largest recipient
of American foreign aid) SHE GOT THE PIE (D to E: PIE -
distribution of wealth as in I finally got a piece of the pie
America has the a large proportion of the world’s wealth) SHE
AIN'T NO ANGEL (D to E: ANGEL - guiding influence.
America is not a guiding moral influence rather America is a
“cowboy angel”) AND NEITHER AM I (nor is Israel beyond
chicanery) SHAME ON YOUR GREED (shame on Israel for
taking this money from the United States in return for carrying
out its policies) SHAME ON YOUR WICKED SCHEMES
(shame on the Israel Lobby for taking over Congress by
making large campaign contributions that are in reality bribes.
Shame on men like Jack Abramoff! Psalms 26 “Do not take
away my soul along with sinners, my life with bloodthirsty
men, in whose hands are WICKED SCHEMES, whose right
hands are full of bribes”
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WICKED SCHEMES also appear in The Book of Ester and

mean genocide, "But when it came to the king's attention, he
commanded by letter that his WICKED SCHEME which he
had devised against the Jews, should return on his own head,
and that he and his sons should be hanged on the gallows")
I'LL SAY THIS (at the risk of hurting my career since the
entertainment industry is controlled by Jews) I DON'T GIVE
(give - contribute to some cause; "I gave at the office") A
DAMN ABOUT YOUR DREAMS (D to E: DREAMS - a
visionary scheme; a wild conceit; an idle fancy; in this sense,
applied to an imaginary or anticipated state of happiness; as,
a dream of bliss; the dream of a Jewish State”)
Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be Mean old twister
bearing down on me
All the ladies in Washington scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your
airplane down
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THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN HEAVY AS CAN BE (D to E:

HEAVY - troublesome psychologically or intellectually) MEAN
OLD TWISTER (an unforeseen development; "events
suddenly took an awkward turn for the Israel lobby")
BEARING DOWN ON ME (overthrowing or crushing it by
force; as, to bear down an enemy) ALL THE LADIES IN
WASHINGTON (D to E: LADIES - oligarchy, someone in
charge, in authority, AIPAC, an Israeli special interest group
recently implicated in an Israeli-American espionage scandal
in Washington, D.C.) SCRAMBLING TO GET OUT OF TOWN
(making haste to leave Washington, also making unintelligible
by encoding as in "scramble the message" since some are
Mossad spies) LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING BAD GONNA
HAPPEN (some Israeli spies are going to end up in federal
prison) BETTER ROLL YOUR AIRPLANE DOWN (better roll
up your spy operation in the United States, better jump on El-
Al Airlines and head back to Israel).
Everybody going and I want to go to

Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could, I did it right there and then
I've already confessed - no need to confess again
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EVERYBODY GOING (going to bomb Iran's nuclear reactors)

AND I WANT TO GO TOO (Israel also wants to take part in
this mission but cannot, since if it did it would look as if the
strike were on Israel's behalf) / DON'T WANNA TAKE A
CHANCE WITH SOMEBODY NEW (Iran's President
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was a relatively obscure figure in
Iranian politics until his election in 2005) I DID ALL I COULD, I
DID IT RIGHT THERE AND THEN (on June 7, 1981 16
American-made Israeli warplanes bombed and destroyed
Iraq's Osirak nuclear research facility near Baghdad) I'VE

ALREADY CONFESSED (admitted to this reprehensible thing.
This represents a 360 degree shift in position for Robert Allen
Dylan. In Neighborhood Bully Dylan wrote this about Israel,
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"Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad / The

bombs were meant for him / He was supposed to feel bad /
He's the neighborhood bully") NO NEED TO CONFESS
AGAIN (no need for me to have to bomb the Iranian nuclear
facilities when Christian America will do it for Israel!)
Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north
I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth
The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself
GONNA MAKE A LOT OF MONEY (D to E: MONEY -

currency, credibility) GONNA GO UP NORTH (engage in a
gound war with Iran, same metaphor as "the North Wind is
pickin up speed") I'LL PLANT AND I'LL HARVEST (“As ye
sew, so shall ye reap”) WHAT THE EARTH (D to E: EARTH -
"the ground's people" - humanity) BRINGS FORTH (brings to
light, makes manifest. Since the Jews have sewn hatred in
humanity because of their devilish oppression of the
Palestinians Arabs they will reap millions of deaths when the
atomic bombs fall on Tel Aviv, Haifa and other major Israeli
cities) THE HAMMER (D to E: HAMMER - justice, a gavel,
here justice for the Palestinians) IS ON THE TABLE (is on the
negotiating table) THE PITCHFORK'S (the instrument the
devil uses to prod people into something, in this case nuclear
weapons) ON THE SHELF (D to E: ON THE SHELF -
currently in a state of inactivity. In Workingman Blues#2 Dylan
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wrote, "My cruel weapons have been put ON THE SHELF")

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YOU OUGHT TO TAKE PITY
(have the humane quality of understanding the suffering of
others and do something about it) ON YOURSELF (on not
only the Palestinians but on yourself as nothing good can
come out of this sort of oppression).
THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN 2006
I was thinkin’ ‘bout Alicia Keys, couldn’t keep from crying

When she was born in Hell’s Kitchen, I was living down the
line
I’m wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
“I was thinkin’ ‘bout Alicia Keys” Alicia Keys is an arbitrary

metaphor for Israel discernible only through context although
the word “key” might have played a part in Dylan’s choice of
words “Couldn’t keep from crying” couldn’t keep myself from
protesting publically about Israel’s conduct “When she was
born in hell’s kitchen” when Israel was born after the Nazis
cooked up a living hell for the Jews of Europe by putting them
in ovens, crematoriums “I was living down the line” I was on
their death list if they took over the United States “I’m
wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be?” I wished
there was a country I could flee to “I been looking for her even
clear through Tennessee” I was searching for such a country
so desperately that I would have even been willing to clear out
the inhabitants of an American state.
I’ll recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman’s church and I’ve said my religious vows
I’ve sucked the milk out of a thousand cows
“Gonna raise” cause to assemble, draft “me an army, some

tough sons of bitches / I’ll recruit my army from the
orphanages” Israel will take boys and girls who have been
raised on Kibbutzim, collective farms, where they were
separated from their parents and raised in a communal area
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as an experiment in Socialism and draft them into the Israeli

Defense Forces. “I been to St. Herman’s church” I have been
a country that resembled Russia; Saint Herman was a
Russian saint born in Moscow and Mt. St. Herman is in Israel
“said my religious vows” made a solemn promise to live and
act in accordance with the rules of a religious order such as
those of the Socialist Labor Party, again, “religion” as politics
“I’ve sucked” and as a result I have attracted by using an
inducement, suckered “the milk” the money “out of a thousand
cows” out of innumerable American Jewish cash cows both
conservative and liberal.
“Vow” as a promise of fidelity; My Back Pages 1964, “equality”

the sameness in state and continued course as Whites “I
spoke the word” I preached the word of God, wrote it my
poetry “as if a wedding vow” as if I was forever wedded to
these ideas as if they were religious ideas.
I got the pork chops, she got the pie

She ain’t no angel and neither am I
I’ll say this, I don’t give a damn about your dreams
“I got the pork chops” Israel has the pork, money from pork
barrel legislation, special pet projects “she got the pie”
America has a big piece of the world economic pie and Israel
is the largest recipient of American foreign aid “she ain’t no
angel” America is not a guiding moral influence who is giving
the aid out of the goodness of its heart “and neither am I” and
as a result neither is Israel. Additionally Dylan is not going to
be an “angel” and donate money to Israel “shame on your
greed” shame on Israel for taking this money from the United
States in return for carrying out its policies “shame on your
wicked schemes” shame on the Israel Lobby for taking over
Congress by making large campaign contributions that are in
reality bribes. Shame on men like Jack Abramoff! “I’ll say this”
I will say this at the risk of hurting my career since the
entertainment industry is controlled by Zionist Jews “I don’t
give a damn about your dreams” I don’t give a damn about
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your Zionist ideals, I don’t give a damn about your visionary

schemes; your imaginary or anticipated state of happiness,
dream of bliss; ‘the dream of a Jewish State.’ “Wicked
schemes” as bribery and genocide; Psalms 26, “Do not take
away my soul along with sinners, my life with bloodthirsty
men, in whose hands are wicked schemes, whose right hands
are full of bribes.” “Wicked schemes” also appears in The
Book of Ester and means genocide, “But when it came to the
king’s attention, he commanded by letter that his wicked
scheme which he had devised against the Jews, should return
on his own head, and that he and his sons should be hanged
on the gallows.”
Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be

Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get out of town
airplane down
“Thunder” a fast moving “on the mountain” big problem “heavy

as can be” ponderous as it can be “Mean old twister” an
unforeseen development; officers of AIPAC, a pro-Israel lobby
were arrested for receiving classified information on Iran
“bearing down on me” exerting its full strength on Israel “All
the ladies of Washington” all the Israeli spies “scrambling to
get out of town” leaving rapidly; Also making their
communications unintelligible; ‘scramble the message so that
the National Security Agency can’t decode it’ “Looks like
something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down”
looks like a big espionage trial is in the works so you better get
your unmanned spy plane out of its hanger because your
HUMINTELL (human intelligence) is drying up.
Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum

Gonna sleep over there, that’s where the music coming from
I don’t need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I’m your servant both night and day
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“Thunder on the mountain” a warning about the problem of

Israel becoming like Nazi Germany “rolling like a drum”
increasing in its danger like a “drum,” a cylindrical metal
container used for shipping or storage of liquids such as
Zyklon B used to murder Jews “Gonna sleep over there”
sarcastic; going to visit Israel “that’s where the music coming
from” because it is the new Nazi Germany: almost every
concentration camp had an orchestra that would play classical
music as the prisoners were marched in. Now Israel has
assumed that role. “I don’t need any guide” I don’t need a
model or standard for making comparisons between Israel and
Nazi Germany. Also I don’t need One-Legged Terry who
became an Israeli tourist guide “I already know the way” I
already know the way you treat Palestinians “Remember this,
I’m your servant both night and day” sarcastic; I am not longer
a part of your militant Zionist army and have no allegiance to
you whatsoever now or in the future.
ANTI-COMMUNIST POETRY
RIGHTWING BOB
Despite the fact Robert Allen Zimmerman was born a full

blooded Jew, during a long period in his life he identified with
Nazi and Ku Klux Klan thinking. As a result Cracker Boy, as
he called himself in his 1965-1966 book, Tarantula, thought in
racist terms. I am not here to cover up for Bob Dylan I am here
to expose him. The word NIGGER was what was going
through his mind, not mine but some people will inventively
blame the translator for the translations, claiming that I am
projecting my racist views on Dylan’s abstract poems. It really
doesn’t matter if I use the word African-American or not, the
liberal Dylan-lovers in the media are going to ignore this book
despite the fact that there is only one person in the world who
knows Bob Dylan’s poetry better than me and that is Bob
Dylan. I harbor no illusions and know that no matter how
logical my translations are, no matter how I repeatedly
demonstrate a degree of consistency that had to be put there
by a conscious effort, this book will be treated as if it does not
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exist because it is part of these Dylan-lovers’ agenda to

preserve Bob Dylan as a liberal icon. These people simply do
not want to believe them. Additionally many media institutions
such as Rolling Stone Magazine don’t want to alienate the
powerful Dylan camp. And on October 13, 2009 Dylan
released Christmas in the Heart. All of the artist’s U.S.
royalties from sales of these recordings will be donated to the
food bank provider Feeding America in perpetuity.
Additionally, Dylan partnered with two international charities to
provide meals in the developing world and they will also
receive a cut of the royalties in perpetuity. Despite this
statement in the Dylan press release when Columbia Records
and Feeding America were contacted I was told that Dylan
had not decided which international charities will be the
recipients of his largesse. Everybody loves Bob Dylan and if
you love Christmas, if you love Santa, if you love Bob Dylan,
don’t repeat the findings of RightWing Bob. The reason that
after almost fifty years of producing records, CDs, DVDs, this
the first time any of the money from any of them went to an
entity other than Bob Dylan is damage repair. Dylan fears the
truth and has done all he can to insure it does not get
widespread dissemination. My literary agent found several big
publishers interested The Dylan-English Dictionary, but their
legal departments could not get permission from Bob Dylan to
reprint the lyrics. He gave up trying to sell it as it was “an
exercise in futility.”
Cracker Boy came to New York City in 1961 and immediately

hooked up with the Communists who he viewed as agents of a
foreign, totalitarian power. He had no choice, they controlled
the folk music world; At that time the Communist Party USA
(CPUSA) was much more powerful and influential than it is
today, especially in New York City with its high population of
Jews, many of whom were grateful to the Soviet Union for the
defeat of Hitler. An early Dylan concert was promoted by
Harold Leventhal, a card-carrying Communist. Dylan was tight
with Pete Seeger, who is still a Communist. He visited Woody
Guthrie, who had written a column for the CPUSA’s Daily
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Worker. The urban folk scene was filled with Red Diaper
Babies. Dylan was such a good actor that he had CPUSA
eating out of his hands and it awarded him one of its highest
honors. Dylan pretended to be soft on Communism when in
his mind he was not; With God On My Side 1963, “I’ve learned
to hate Russians / All through my whole life / If another war
comes / It’s them we must fight / To hate them and fear them /
To run and to hide” hide under school desks and in fallout
shelters “And accept it all bravely With God on my side.” In
Talkin’ John Birch Society Blues 1962 he said Communism
was less noxious than Nazism “Now we all agree with Hitler’s’
views / Although he killed six million Jews / It don’t matter too
much that he was a Fascist / At least you can’t say he was a
Communist! / That’s to say like if you got a cold you take a
shot of malaria.” In the same song he ridiculed anti-
Communists “I wus lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds
everywhere, I wus lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair /
I looked way up my chimney hole / I even looked deep inside
my toilet bowl / They got away.” It is ironic that Bob Dylan was
instrumental in advancing the Communist movement in the
United States when in truth he would have liked to have seen
the entire CPUSA deported to the Soviet Union where they
could get a taste of what Communism was really like. In
Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964 he wrote,
ELEVEN OUTLINED EPITAPHS 1964
A Russian has three an’ a half red eyes

five flamin’ antennas
drags a beet—colored ball an’ chain an’ wants t’ slip germs
into my Coke machine
“burn the tree stumps at the border” say the sex—hungry
lunatics
out warmongerin’ in the early mornin’ “poison the sky so the
planes won’t come” yell the birch colored knights with
patriotic shields
“an’ murder all the un—Americans” say the card—carryin’
American book burners
(yes we burned five books last week)
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as my friend, Bobby Lee,

walks back an' forth
free now from his native Harlem
where his ma still sleeps at night
hearin' rats inside the sink
an' underneath her hardwood bed
an' walls of holes
where the cold comes in
scared
wrapped in blankets
an' she, God knows,
is kind
an' gentle
ain't there no closer villains
that the baby - eaten' Russians
rats eat babies too
“A Russian” a Communist “has three an’ a half red eyes” has

unmistakable Communist thoughts “five flamin’” a backlog of
experience in making a situation worse ‘The Communists
fanned the flames of discontent’
“antennas” and the Reds do this with something likened to an

insects sensory appendage, as in function and form; ‘Sensitive
intelligence antennae,’ the KGB, the Soviet equivalent of the
CIA “drags a beet-colored ball an’ chain” drags, is shackled to
Communism “an’ wants t’ slip germs into my Coke machine”
and is adept at biological warfare “‘burn the tree stumps at the
border’” invade the Soviet Union, carry out a scorched earth
policy that totally annihilates Communism “say the sex-hungry
lunatics” say those desperate people who have been judged
to be on the lunatic fringe “out warmongerin’ in the early
mornin’” who advocated a first strike almost immediately after
World War II ended, before the Soviets could get nuclear
weapons “‘poison the sky so the planes won’t come’” drop an
atomic bomb and let its radioactivity spread before the Soviets
develop it and have the capability to send it to the United
States by their equivalent of the B-26 bomber “yell the birch
colored knights with patriotic shields” yell the John Birch
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Society warriors who hide behind patriotism “‘an’ murder all

the un-Americans’” and destroy anyone we deem as
subversive Commumist spies “say the card-carryin’ American
book burners” say the totalitarian card carryin’ Nazis.
“Sex” as insanity; Tarantula, “ask Gonzalas' chauffeur to his

Sausage Maker on the steps of the boom boom parlor/ while
handing in his perfume/ the sky, changing into a sexy
spaghetti odor, continues to tremble - Gonzalas, meanwhile,
sports a cane & tries to hide his korean accent/”
“Eye” as “thought” as in “in the mind’s eye.” From the Liner

Notes to The Times They Are a-Changin’ “an' make me seem
the ridiculous one in the eyes of their readers.” In Gonna
Change My Way of Thinking 1979, written during Dylan’s
Christian period, he had this to say about Judaism, “You can
mislead a man / You can take a hold of his heart with your
eyes” you can fool someone, you can take hold of his
emotions with your fallacious thoughts.
Dylan didn’t believe a word of this judging from his songs with
racist subcontent such as blowin in the wind. There is no
Bobby Lee who he let in his pad and what is a hardwood bed?
Baby eating Russians? This is a joke pandering to idiots like
me. Dylan expresses his real thoughts about Commies in the
liner notes to his next LP: Another Side of Bob Dylan.
SOME OTHER KINDS OF SONGS 1964
jack o'diamonds
one - armed prince
wears but a single glove
as he shoves
never loves
the moon's too bright
as he's fixed mirrors
'round the room at night
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“jack o'diamonds” the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics,

workers paradise that encompasses almost half the world.
Diamonds as the Left:
Well, I'm lookin' down at two cards,

They seem to be handmade.
Well, I'm lookin' down at two card,
They seem to be handmade.
One looks like it's the ace of diamonds,
The other looks like it is the ace of spades.
(Down The Highway circa 1962) I am looking at two futures

and it is up to me to create them one is being an Ace, as in
ace reporter, when it comes to the Left and the other is being
an Ace for the spades, the American-Africans.
Where a voice from the gambling room is calling her to come

on in
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.
Where a voice from the gambling room is calling her to come
on in
Dylan is seduced by capitalism
She smiles, walks the other way
She approves and moves to the right
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
as the last Ship as in When the Ship Comes In, which deals
with revolution and the reaching for the moon that went with
fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.
From the Left wing Dylan

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“one-armed” one party system “arm” as in a single

administrative or functional branch, as of an all-controlling
organization like the Communist Party “prince” ruler of a
principality, ruler of the Eastern Bloc nations. Also all-powerful
nation “wears but a single glove” with the gloves off informal
(of a dispute, argument, etc) conducted mercilessly and in
earnest, with no reservations “as he shoves” as it shoves
things down people’s throats “never loves” never tells the truth
“the moon's” the unattainable promises made by Socialism are
“are too bright” are too full of promise and hope; they do not
ring true “as he's fixed mirrors 'round the room at night” as
Communism has put in pinhole cameras to spy on tourists in
their hotel rooms. KGB also used one way mirrors.
it's hard t' think

there's probably somethin'
in my drink
should pour it out
inside the sink
would throw it in his face
but it'd do no good
give no gain
just leave a stain
“it's hard t' think” it is impossible to think straight about
Communism “there's probably somethin' in my drink” KGB
operations often involved drugging its targets
Strong circumstantial evidence of Russian state

responsibility,” the British judge wrote, had led him to the
conclusion that Putin foe, Litvinenko was indeed poisoned
when he met Andrei K. Lugovoi, a former K.G.B bodyguard,
and Dmitri V. Kovtun, a Red Army deserter, for tea in the Pine
Bar of the Millennium Hotel in London on Nov. 1, 2006
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“should pour it out inside the sink” not drink the tea “would
throw it in his face” I would reprove the Soviets “but it'd do no
good / give no gain” it won’t get those dissidents who are
suffering freed “just leave a stain” just make me look bad, like
a rightwingnut.
jack o'diamonds
an' all his crap
needs some acid
in his lap
what hour now
it feels late somehow
my hound dog bays
need more ashtrays
i can't even remember
the early days
“jack o'diamonds / an' all his crap” the Soviet Union and all its
high ranking party members “needs some acid” needs to get
dosed with LSD, not the most pleasant hallucinogenic drug in
the world “in his lap” in the lap of luxury, conditions of great
affluence and material comfort afforded to him because he is a
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member of the Communist Party elite “what hour now” what

particular time is it? ‘it is the ‘hour of need’ “it feels late
somehow” it is too late because the Soviet Union has nuclear
weapons and the ability to deliver them “my hound dog”
international police, CIA, FBI
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr.

Smith – Joey
Even the bloodhounds of London couldn't find you today -

Something's Burning, Baby
EVERYTHING IS BROKEN 1989
Broken hands on broken ploughs

Broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken
“Broken hands” demoralized old hands at negotiating;

Tarantula, “tragedy, the broken pride” “on broken ploughs” at
war once again, “plough” as peace; Isaiah 2:4
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many
people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and
their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword
against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
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“Broken treaties” broken peace treaties between the Israelis

and the Palestinians “broken vows” broken solemn promises
to live and act in accordance with international law and give
the Palestinians a homeland “Broken pipes” pipe bombs
exploding, fragmenting, sending out shrapnel “broken tools”
Palestinians used as tools, being manipulated by others into
performing suicidal missions “People bending” Palestinians
ignoring or changing rules to suit themselves “broken rules”
rules governing human rights that have already been broken
by the Israelis “Hound dog” Israeli soldiers, police “howling”
drowning out and silencing peace by loud derisive calls; ‘The
candidate was howled down at the meeting’ “bullfrog” civilians
“croaking” dying “Everything is broken.”
“Bullfrogs” as civilians, Tarantula, “onward then when Brown

Dan, the creep cop - who likes to kill bullfrogs & whose boss
keeps saying ‘he's got a bad knee’” he is not good at being
subservient, following orders, “‘but you oughta see him run,
babe, you oughta see 'm run & chase them little chink lovers.’”
my hound dog bays
“bays” are in the position of having been checked and held at

a distance; ‘He has seen the nuclear threat held at bay for 40
years’ “need more ashtrays” sarcastic; need more corrupt
politicians negotiating in smoke filled rooms. “i can't even
remember the early days” this is so uncharacteristic of the
American tradition that it blows my mind.
need more ashtrays

i can't even remember
the early days
“Ashtrays” as negotiations also appears in She’s Your Lover

Now 1971,
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Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you
reach?
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev’rytime she gives a speech
With her picture books of the pyramid
And her postcards of Billy the Kid (why must everybody bow?)
You better talk to her ’bout it
You’re her lover now
“Yes, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays” you do nothing
but ask for negotiations, summit meetings “can't you reach?”
“reach” can’t you come to a certain condition or situation;
‘Reach a compromise on nuclear disarmament’ “I see you kiss
her on the cheek” I see you kiss either of her buttocks
“ev'rytime she gives a speech” every time a Soviet diplomat
gives a speech “With her picture books” with its books that
describe phenomena vividly in words “of the pyramid” of
Communist slavery also Marx’s Das Kapital, a graphic
representation of a few wealthy Capitalists at the top and
many poor on the bottom “And her postcards” and her
message songs “of Billy the Kid” written by Bob Dylan who
would later make an allegorical movie about his life entitled
Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid “(Why must everybody bow?)”
why must even I have to pay tribute to the Communists? “You
better talk to her 'bout it / She’s your lover now” you better as
these questions as she’s your truth now.
“Postcards” as message songs; Desolation Row 1965,

“They're selling postcards of the hanging” the record
companies are selling message songs about lynching “They're
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painting the passports brown” they are making it a pre-

requisite that in order to get anywhere in the music business
you have to like brown people. Another Side of Bob Dylan
contained this hidden message to the Left that the only reason
Dylan took up their cause was to get ahead in life and that he
now rejects them.
Dylan went on to become a hero of the Left, basically a

Communist sympathizer or comsymp, however Bob Dylan had
always hated Communism with a passion. He was convinced
that its adherents were agents of a foreign power determined
to make slaves of us all. But he had made a deal with the
Devil and anyway posing as a Commie would help his career
because the Communists controlled the folk music world; At
that time the Communist Party USA (CPUSA) was much more
powerful and influential than it is today, especially in New York
City with its high population of Jews, many of whom were
grateful to the Soviet Union for the defeat of Hitler. An early
Dylan concert was promoted by Harold Leventhal, a card-
carrying Communist. Dylan was tight with Pete Seeger, who is
still a Communist. Bob visited Woody Guthrie, who had written
a column for the CPUSA’s Daily Worker. The urban folk scene
was filled with Red Diaper Babies. Dylan was so good at living
up to the pact he made with Lucifer that he had CPUSA eating
out of his hands and it awarded him one of its highest honors.
Dylan praised the Soviets and asked why they are our
enemies? With God On My Side 1963.
I've learned to hate Russians

All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.
In Talkin’ John Birch Society Blues 1962 he said Communism

was less noxious than fascism:
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Now we all agree with Hitler’s' views

Although he killed six million Jews
It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist
At least you can't say he was a Communist!
That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria.
Hitler was a Nazi, not a Fascist. It is interesting to note that

Dylan never uses the word “nazi” in any of his song poems
and only twice in his written word poetry. He never used the
word “Nazi” in a pejorative sense. In the same song he
compared the anti-Communists to feces:
I wus lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere,

I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair
I looked way up my chimney hole
I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl
They got away.
TANGLED UP IN BLUE
Early one morning the sun was shining

I was laying in bed
Wond'ring if she'd changed it all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue.
“Early one morning the sun was shining” shine up to Informal

To try to impress or please: shined up to the boss, hoping to
get a raise. “I was laying in bed” he was in bed with the
Communists in bed with informal cooperating closely with
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(another person, organization, government, etc.) esp covertly

“Wond'ring if she'd changed it all” wondering if it was no longer
Stalinist and totalitarian “If her hair was still red” if her politics
were still Communistic “Her folks they said our lives together”
the folk fans of the Left said our relationship “Sure was gonna
be rough” was going to be stormy “They never did like Mama's
homemade dress” they never did like Dylan’s homespun
rightwing philosophy “Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough”
and his record company, Columbia, wasn’t leftwing enough.
“And I was standing on the side of the road” and I was
“standing at the side road listening to the Billboard knock” as
in Black Crow Blues 1964 – on the fringes waiting for the
commercial interests like Billboard magazine to beckon “Rain
falling on my shoes” trouble, destruction as in Hard Rain on
my ambitions “Heading out for the East Coast” heading out to
East Orange, New Jersey “Lord knows I've paid some dues
getting through / Tangled up in blue” involved highly complex
or intricate and occasionally devious relationship with the Left.
Also “tangling” with the Left – fighting it.
“Hair” as politics: Tarantula, “your hair in chains.” Brownsville
Girl 1986, “Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes she had
her red hair tied back.” Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964 “can't
see Jericho / the wind is tyin' knots / in my hair.” Tarantula,
“gloria talks of the fish in her finger with her hair dyed pink.” To
the Left in Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “how many hands
have t' be raised / before hair will grow back on the white
house head?” Love Henry 1993,
She took him by his long yellow hair,
And also by his feet.
She plunged him into well water, where
It runs both cold and deep.
“She took him” the Left accepted him, conned him “by his long
yellow hair” because of his exaggerated journalistically
inaccurate politics, “yellow” as in “yellow journalism” also
cowardly politics “And also by his feet” and also because of
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his ambition to get his foot in the door of show biz “She
plunged him” she caused him to become suddenly lower;
decrease dramatically “into well water,” into exploiting sorrow
“where it runs both cold” inhospitable and deep deeply
ingrained. As a Communist sympathizer Dylan would get
nowhere.
“Big” as high faluttin’ leftwing ideas – Tarantula:
“me so Sick so Sick of these lovers in Biblical roles - "so
you're out to save the world are you? you impostor - you freak!
you're a contradiction! you're afraid to admit you're a
contradiction you're misleading! you have big feet & you will
step on yourself all the people you mislead will pick you up!
you have no answers!”
In Idiot Wind Dylan wrote “People see me all the time and they
just can't remember how to act” I let Weberman come by the
studio numerous times but he still disrespects me “Their minds
are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts” his mind is
filled with idealist leftwing ideas, images from my poetry and
distorted facts about me. In Has Anybody Seen My Love
Dylan told the folk community of his insincerity in expressing
communistic ideas,
I'll go along with the charade

Until I can think my way out.
I know it was all a big joke
What ever it was about.
Someday maybe I'll remember to forget.
GATES OF EDEN EARLY TRANSLATION
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
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There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
“Relationships of ownership” the workers owning the factories

rather than the bosses owning them “They whisper in the
wings” they hardly matter, they are remote “To those
condemned to act accordingly” to those condemned to live
under a dictatorship and act in accordance with Communism
“And wait for succeeding kings” and be forced in a position
where their only hope is that the next Communist dictator is
more like Nikita Khrushchev than like Joseph Stalin “And I will
try to harmonize with songs” but I will only come into
agreement with songs “The lonesome” that speak of the
freedom of the solitary individual rather than the freedom of
the government or collectivist thinking “sparrow sings” singer
sings “There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden” there are
no dictators inside the borders of the United States of
America.
The motorcycle Black Madonna

Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of Experience

In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon

A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
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To do anything they wish to do but die

And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
“The foreign” the Soviet, the Communist, Tarantula 1965,

“wonder who ronald reagan talked to about the foreign
situation? think about it kid, but dont ask any foreigners” “sun”
a personage whose actions and opinions strongly influence
the course of events “it squints upon” it barely illuminates “a
bed” a very basis, a foundation “that is never mine” that I can
never embrace, reconcile myself to “As friends” as those
friendly to the United States “and other strangers” but who are
often not treated as such; in 1956 America refused to back the
Hungarian Uprising. During the uprising, the Radio Free
Europe’s Hungarian-language programs broadcast news of
the political and military situation, as well as appealing to
Hungarians to fight the Soviet forces, including tactical advice
on resistance methods. After the Soviet suppression of the
revolution, Radio Free Europe was criticized for having misled
the Hungarian people that NATO or United Nations would
intervene if the citizens continued to resist “From their fates try
to resign” try to overthrow their dirty Communist overseers
“Leaving men” abandoning the Hungarians and leaving them
“wholly, totally free” sarcastic; overstatement not subject to
arbitrary interference by a government; ‘a free press’ ‘the free
world’ “To do anything they wish to do but die” to do anything
they wished to do except die trying to destroy the Soviet tanks
that rolled in as they lacked NATO supplied anti-tank weapons
“And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden” and there
are no staged Communist show trials in the United States of
America! After the failed uprising there were Stalinist show
trials, after which thousands of people were hanged and
tossed in unmarked graves.
At dawn my lover comes to me

And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
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And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
“At dawn” early on in life, at the beginning of the American

Republic and the drafting of the Constitution “my lover” the
truths that I hold dear and self-evident “comes to me” forms in
my mind “and tells me of her dreams” and tells me of her
aspirations, the American dream of democracy and freedom
“With no attempts to” without any deliberate activity that could
possibly ever “shovel” transmit a huge amount of information
“a glimpse” which would only at best provide the slightest
insight, only a glimpse “into the ditch” into the unfathomable
ideals, into the graves of those who have died to preserve
these liberties “of what each one means” of what each of
these rights mean, of what each one of those lives given up in
the fight for freedom means to preserving our democracy “At
times I think there are no words but these to tell what’s true” at
times I think there are no words but the Bill of Rights to say
what’s true “And there are no truths outside the Gates of
Eden” and there is no Bill of Rights outside the borders of the
United States of America.
“Ditch” as grave; Some Other Kinds Of Songs, “gravestoned

ditch dug.” The Ballad Of Ira Hayes, “Two inches of water in a
lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes”
In Chronicles Dylan wrote:
Someone would come along eventually who would have

Gates of Eden again someone who could see into things, the
truth of things - not metaphorically, either - but really see, like
seeing into metal and making it melt see it for what it was and
reveal it for what it was with hard words and vicious insight.
I think I have done just that but of course it is hard for most
Dylan fans to understand this or anything for that matter.
Could Bobby exceed Gates of Eden’s incomprehensibility?
Dylan did in this next poem:
HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED 1965

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Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose

Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there's only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61
"Well Georgia Sam” well the Communist Party USA controlled

by the Soviet Union “had a bloody nose” idiomatic expression,
they were defeated and damaged but not permanently and
seriously by McCarthyism “Welfare Department” the anti-
Communist liberals who invented the welfare state “they
wouldn't give him no clothes” they wouldn’t let the
Communists express themselves in words that clothed their
true Soviet puppet totalitarian agenda “He asked poor
Howard” the Communists asked a folksinger, poor Howard
“where can I go? Howard said there's only one place I know”
the folksinger responded that there is only one outlet that
entertained Communist thought “Sam said tell me quick man I
got to run” the Communist folk singer said tell me quickly as it
is urgent I run for office, take over America, run at the mouth
“Ol' Howard just pointed” the Depression Era folkie just wrote
a song direct and obvious in meaning and reference; often
unpleasant; ‘a pointed critique’ ‘a protest song’ “with his gun”
accompanied by his acoustic guitar “And said that way down
on Highway 61” and Howard told Sam to infiltrate the world of
folk music in order to receive mainstream media acceptance.
“Georgia Sam” as the Soviet Union, i.e. the Republic of

Georgia then under Soviet rule, Wanted Man 1969;
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might
be
If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
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Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the

lamb
“I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea” I might be in

America or the Soviet Union - unlike the Republic of Georgia,
the American State of Georgia is landlocked “Working for
some man who may not know at all who I might be” working
for the Communists who think I am one of them “If you ever
see me comin' and if you know who I am / Don't you breathe it
to nobody” If you ever see me in the media or at a concert
don’t blow my cover “'cause you know I'm on the lam"
because I am trying to escape from these leftist fans who want
to keep me in a folk music prison.
“Poor” as folksinger and “Georgia” as the Soviet Union, i.e. the

Republic of Georgia then under Soviet rule in Po’ Boy 2001,
Time and love has branded me with its claws

Had to go to Florida, dodgin’ them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says send up a room
“Time and love” the zeitgeist of the 1960's and the desires of
the music fans “has branded me” has placed me in a
distinctive category; a particular kind; ‘a brand of folk music
that I do not care for.’ Also given me a mark of disgrace and
notoriety; a stigma “with its claws” with its predatory grasp,
stipulation that I had to write leftwing songs “Had to go to
Florida dodgin' them Georgia laws” had to go to conservative
politics to get away from that Old Left Communism; “Florida”
as conservative politics, Tweeter and the Monkey Man 1988,
“I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun” I guess I
will adopt conservative politics, become a person whose
actions and opinions strongly influence the course of events
“ain’t no opportunity here” folk music is no longer a place for
an opportunist “Everything’s been done” I have milked it dry
“Poor boy in the hotel called the Palace of Bloom” L’Hotel De
Ville, City Hall, Dylan the folksinger in his political phase when
his talent was just starting to bloom “Called down to room
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service” pledged my life service to the Communist devil “said

'send up a room’” said supply me with a venue, supply me with
a successful life.
“Gun” as guitar; Take a Message to Mary 1970,

Take a message to Mary
But don't tell her what I've done
Please, don't mention the stage coach
And the shot from a carried gun
You better tell her that I had to change my plans
And cancel out the wedding-day
But please, don't mention the lonely cell
Where I'm gonna pine away, until my dying-day.
“Take a message” take a message song “to Mary” to my

former fans “But don't tell her what I've done” sarcastic, they
all know that I switched to rock and roll “Please, don't mention
the stage coach” Please, don't mention the voice lessons “And
the shot from a carried gun” and the sound of an electric guitar
“Tell her I had to change my tune” tell them I had to switch to
rock and roll “and cancel out our wedding day” and that I am
no longer wedded to leftist ideology “but please don’t mention
the lonely cell” sarcastic; please don’t mention the Communist
Party Cell “where I’m gonna pine away” sarcastic; where I am
going to languish with desire; waste away with longing for folk
music and Communism “until my dying day” until my
popularity dies out which would have been very soon if I would
have remained a Commie folk musician. Also You Ain’t Goin’
Nowhere 1967, “Buy me some rings and a gun that sings.”
Highway 61 continues:
Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored

He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.
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Now the rovin' gambler” Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie 1962: “Come

around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell” the
speculator, arms makers “he was very bored” he wasn’t
producing weapons as there was no war going on so “He was
tryin' to create a next world war” so he was trying to start one,
to goad America into the Spanish-American War “He found a
promoter” he found someone who also advocated war and
had much influence – the press “who nearly fell off the floor”
whose stock was not trading well on the floor of the New York
Stock Exchange “He said” the press, the Hearst media said “I
never engaged in this kind of thing before / But yes I think it
can be very easily done” sarcastic; this is my first venture into
war propaganda but I think I can handle it “We'll just put some
bleachers” we will bleach the newspapers so they no longer
appear yellow “out in the sun” and strongly influence the
course of events. Also in the Chicago Sun Times owned by
Hearst or the World Telegram and Sun etc “And have it on
Highway 61” and let the mass media goad the country into
war.
The American yellow journalist press was held partially

responsible for the Spanish American war. The media had no
doubts about who was responsible for sinking the Maine, the
incident that triggered off the war. It was the cowardly
Spanish, they cried. William Randolph Hearst's New York
Journal even published pictures. They showed how Spanish
saboteurs had fastened an underwater mine to the Maine and
had detonated it from shore. With God On Our Side, “The
Spanish-American War had its day.” In She Belongs To Me
Dylan is stating that he does not belong to the Left but the Left
belongs to him.
SHE BELONGS TO ME 1965
She's got everything she needs

She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime black.
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“She's got everything she needs” communism has things

arranged each according to their needs. She has everything
she kneads, molds “She's an artist” she is a bullshit artist “she
don't look back” doesn’t look back at what she creates “She
can take the dark” she can take those having a complexion
that is not fair; swarthy “out of the nighttime” out of the ghetto
“And paint the daytime black” and make urban neighborhoods
into Blacktowns lined with liquor stores and pawn shops. She
Belongs To Me continues:
You will start out standing

Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.
“You will start out standing” you will start your career as an
outstanding communist “Proud to steal her anything she sees”
proud recruit other Communist Party members “But you will
wind up peeking through her keyhole” but you will end up
spying for the Soviet Union “Down upon your knees” and
become totally subservient to its wishes. Quit Your Lowdown
Ways 1962, “Oh, you can read out your Bible, / You can fall
down on your knees, pretty mama, / And pray to the Lord / But
it ain't gonna do no good.”
“Keyhole” as spying, Tarantula to the Communist Party

members,
anxious to get together with you. i know you dont wear bow
ties anymore but i'm interested in other aspects of your new
faith too. by the way, are you still in the keyhole business?
cant wait to talk to you bye, your buddy, Testy
Some Other Kinds of Songs 1964, “bringin' me my memories

of friends an' sounds an' colors / that can't escape / trapped in
keyholes.” She Belongs To Me continues:
She never stumbles,

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She's got no place to fall.

She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.
“She never stumbles / She's got no place to fall” she never

falls into sin as Communism is a godless religion “She's
nobody's child” the communists are not Gods children “The
Law can't touch her at all” religious law can’t touch her at all,
also emotionally affect her. Also sarcastic: If you were a
Communist in the 1950’s you had to register as an agent of
the Soviet Union or face prison time.
She wears an Egyptian ring

That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.
“She wears an Egyptian ring” the Soviet Union, Communism,

has the ring of slavery about it. “ring” suggestion of a particular
quality: Dylan’s offer to employ me as his bodyguard had a
suspicious ring to it. “That sparkles” that produces the
occurrence of a small flash or spark – Gates of Eden, “Toy
guns that spark.” “before she speaks” before a gun gives off a
sound on firing, before she shoots you or brings you before a
firing squad “She's a hypnotist collector” she is adept at
collecting people in one area and brainwashing them “You are
a walking antique” and you are one of her victims, you are
promulgating an antiquated political and economic doctrine.
“Egypt” as slavery; Neighborhood Bully 1983, “Every empire

that's enslaved him is gone / Egypt and Rome, even the great
Babylon.” Referring to the slavery of heroin addiction in
Tarantula,
you who does not talk any business & supplies my mind with
blankness QUIERO TUS OJOS & your laughing & your
slavery…there be no drunken risk - i am an intimate Egyptian -
say goodbye to the marine.
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“Hypnotism” as brainwashing; No Time To Think 1978,

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism
Fools making laws for the breaking of jaws
And the sound of the keys as they clink
But there’s no time to think
“Socialism, hypnotism” commie brainwashing, “patriotism,

materialism” national socialism “Fools” politicians, Soviet
apparatchiks “making laws for the breaking” putting an end to,
especially by force and strong opposition “of jaws” of free
speech, even the most trivial “And the sound of the keys as
they clink” and making the threat of prison loom over
everyone, ‘the clink’ slang for jail “But there's no time to think”
but I should have thought about all of this before hooking up
with Communists.
In Angelina Dylan wrote about Communism and Hollywood

which happens to be one of the Devil’s favorite places,
because its people worked relentlessly to destroy traditional
American morality:
ANGELINA 1981
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances

My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
To the tune of a concertina
“Well, it's always been my nature to take chances” it has

always been fundamental to me to take advantage of a
favorable set of circumstances; an opportunity, a chance to
become rich and famous “My Right hand” my rightwing writing
“drawing back” retreating, being held back, deliberately
suppressed. Also “draw” as to portray in writing or speech;
depict with words, ‘draws moving scenes of ghetto life’ “while
my Left hand advances” while my phony leftwing writing brings
me advancement “Where the current is strong” where there is
a general trend and drift to leftwing folk music “and the
monkey” a artist who aped Woody Guthrie “dances” sings.
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Also Dylan was duped, the Reds made a monkey out of him
and he danced around the real issues surrounding
Communism and totalitarianism “To the tune of” and was in
concord and agreement with, in harmony with “a concertina”
the filthy Soviet Communist pigs that have innumerable
political prisoners behind spools of barbed concertina wire in
Siberian Gulags.
Monkey as dupe: Tarantula “he take her by the lily white

cotton-picking hand & she say ‘yeah man i be a yellow
monkey oowee!’ she say ‘yeah man i be a yellow monkey
oowee!’ & he say ‘us you folly me baby snooks! just you folly
me & you feel fine!” In Tarantula Dylan wrote about, in the
third person, his having been a Woody Guthrie imitator “he
don't like people that say he comes from the monkeys but
nevertheless he is dull & he is destroyingly boring.” On the
Road Again 1965 “Well, I go to pet your monkey” well I imitate
and like Woody Guthrie “I get a face full of claws” and I am
suddenly hooked up with a clause that stipulates that I most
play folk music forever.
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore

I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But whatever it could be, makes you think you've seen me
before?
“Blood dryin'” death is being preserved “in my yellow hair” in

my political songs based on newspaper articles that attempted
to get people's attention and influence their opinions by using
strong language and false information; yellow journalism “as I
go from shore to shore” as I go from the United States to the
Soviet Union. “Shore” a country, as in John Brown 1962,
“John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore.” “I
know what it is that has drawn me to your door” I know that it
was folk music, a big draw in the early 1960’s, that provided
an opportunity for me to succeed “But whatever it could be,
makes you think you've seen me before?” sarcastic; I
deliberately imitated Woody Guthrie to get the attention of the
leftwing folk community. Angelina continues:
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In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed
I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down
the road
With your subpoena
“In the valley” in the Hollywood valley “of the giants” inhabited
by people of exceptional size, ability, and importance “where
the stars” where the movie stars “and stripes” who are of all
different political stripes “explode” are shown to be false and
unreliable, where the American values embedded in the Red,
White And Blue are destroyed “The peaches they were sweet”
the Hollywood stars, writers and directors who turned
informant believed they were on high moral ground; to peach
on someone is to inform on someone; turn informer. Also the
Communist slogan, ‘After the revolution we will all eat peaches
and cream’ “and the milk and honey flowed” and a lot of
people whose ancestors could be traced back to the land of
milk and honey, Israel, came forth with plenty of information “I
was only following instructions” I was only following
instructions on how to use something to my own advantage
“when the judge” when a critic “sent me down the road”
propelled me into a new future, put me on the course of
Communist-tainted folk music “With your subpoena” and I
compelled you to appear before me at a specified time at my
concerts.
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?

I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game
Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
Angelina
“When you cease to exist” when you are blacklisted in

Hollywood “then who will you blame?” will you blame it on your
treasonous actions or on the repressive actions of the
Capitalists? “I've tried my best to love you” sarcastic; I have
tried my best to accept your truth “but I cannot play this game”
but I cannot play any more songs advocating the overthrow of
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the government “game” an illegal activity; a racket. “Your best

friend” the Soviet Union “and my worst enemy is one and the
same / Angelina.”
Tarantula,
dear dropout magazine, gentlemen: i understand that you are

currently putting a book together about blacklisted or
blackheaded artists or something. if it is the former, then I
shall have to recommend that you place jerry lee lewis first an
foremost. if it is the latter, then i shall have to recommend that
you contact the american medical society to discover the
exact worth of such an undertaking in all respects, i remain a
rabble rouser from the mountains Zeke the Cork.
Angelina continues:
There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone

Your servants are half dead; you're down to the bone
Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown
Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?
“There's a black” there is something attended with disaster;

calamitous “Mercedes” German tank “rollin' through the
combat zone” that has invaded Russia “Your servants are half
dead” your loyal soldiers have incurred many casualties
“you're down to the bone” only the hard core is left and there
are food shortages “Tell me, tall man” tell me impressively
difficult strongman, dictator, big man “where would you like to
be overthrown / Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?”
would you have liked to be overthrown in areas connected to
the Nazis, to Adolf Eichmann? Eichmann was born in
Jerusalem and captured in Argentina. Chronicles, “Adolf
Eichmann, the chief Nazi Gestapo organizer who'd managed
them, had been put on trial recently in Jerusalem. He'd
escaped after the war and was captured by the Israelis at a
bus stop in Argentina.”
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“Tall” as leftist: Tarantula concerning his folk music days,

“Having a Weird Drink with the Long Tall Stranger.” Restless
Farewell 1964,
But the time ain’t tall, yet on time you depend
And no word is possessed by no special friend
And though the line is cut
It ain’t quite the end
I’ll just bid farewell till we meet again
To his folk fans: “But the time ain't tall” but my current work is
not leftwing “Yet on time you depend” yet on LPs like The
Times They Are a-Changin’ you depend, yet you depend on
the way Time Magazine looks at them “and no word” and no
promise of loyalty “is possessed” is the exclusive possession
“By no special friend” of any one particular group of fans “And
though the line is cut” and though the line of folk singers
beginning with Woody Guthrie has been severed “It ain't quite
the end / I'll just bid farewell till we meet again” repetitive
theme as in This Wheels on Fire 1967, “You know that we will
meet again if your memory serves you well.” Its meaning
alludes me. It should be noted here that Bob Dylan never had
any intention of remaining a folksinger. In the first original
Dylan poem on Bob Dylan CL1776 1962 he wrote, “The very
last thing that I’d wanna do is to say I been hittin’ some hard
travelin’ too.” I always thought, ‘Wow Dylan wants to be like
Woody Guthrie’ when in reality that was the very last thing he
wished to be. Look at the original below: “the last thing you
know I’d want t do.” This is more explicit. The last thing in the
world that I want to do is to become a scummy folk singer like
Woody.”
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In the next poem, It’s All Over Now Baby Blue, Dylan
fantasized about the overthrow of Castro’s Communist regime
in Cuba although the poem sounded like it was about the
overthrow of capitalism in America.
IT’S ALL OVER NOW BABY BLUE 1965
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
“You must leave now” Fidel Castro and Soviet Communism

must leave Cuba now “take what you need, you think will last”
take your Marxist economics and Das Kapital that you
believed has lasted through the ages and is still applicable to
modern day economies and political systems “But whatever
you wish to keep, you better grab it fast” but whatever you
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wish to forcibly obtain or unscrupulously appropriate in Cuba

you better nationalize it fast “Yonder stands your orphan with
his gun” not far off waits a Cuban exile who is taking a stand
against Communism with a gun supplied to him by the CIA
“Crying like a fire in the sun” and he is angry beyond
comprehension “Look out the saints are comin' through” look
out for your lives judgment day is coming for the Soviets and
their bearded Fidelista puppets “And it's all over now, Baby
Blue” and it’s all over now for Communism in Cuba. “Orphan”
as Cuban exile, Tarantula,
the soldier with the long beard says go ask questions my son
but the shaggy orphan says that it's all a hype - the bearded
soldier says what's a hype? & the shaggy orphan says what's
a son?
“the soldier with the long beard” the president with the Harvard
Degree, with the double life, John Kennedy, “says go ask
questions my son” says let us have an inquiry into the failure
of the Bay of Pigs but “the shaggy” but someone marked by a
lack of performance “orphan” Cuban exile “says that it's all a
hype” believes it is just another whitewash “the bearded
soldier says what's a hype?” the President claims he doesn’t
even know what a whitewash is “& the shaggy orphan says
what's a son?” and the Cuban exile replies that the President
is no patriot: “son” one closely connected with a certain
environment a son of the American Revolution.
“Beard” as professor, university; Eleven Outlined Epitaphs,

“Eric, bearded Eric far in Boston” Eric Von Schimdt was a
folksinger from Harvard University. Tarantula, “his theories on
atomic nipples. his beard.” Tarantula, “polishes his noisy
beard now” ‘polish the apple’ slang a person who curries favor
by gifts, flattery, as a child bringing his teacher an apple.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.

Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
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This sky, too, is folding under you

The “highway” highway as in my way or the highway “is for

gamblers” is for those “that want to wheel and deal and shuffle
things around” the socialists “better use your sense” better use
your American currency to get out of the country, better use
common sense “Take what you have gathered from
coincidence” be happy with what you have earned from
gambling revenues while the casinos were kept open under
your rule “The empty handed painter” the newspaper writer,
the journalist, whose work lacks purpose and substance; and
was essentially meaningless “from your streets” who worked
the Communist street, who knows what you are really about
“Is drawing” is writing “crazy patterns” a composite of your
traits and features characteristic of Castro and the
Communists that indicates both are insane “on your sheets” in
your newspapers, “sheet” as newspaper, especially a tabloid
“The sky too is folding under you” the Catholic Church, “sky”
as God, is folding Informal - to discontinue operating; closing
under the Communist regime “and it’s all over now Baby Blue”
and it’s all over for Castro in Cuba. In Tarantula Dylan
associated sky with the Vatican “the sky, changing into a sexy
spaghetti odor, continues to tremble.”
“Painter” as prose writer can be found in To Dave Glover

1962, “an road poets an road painters with lonesome thoughts
an hungry feelings.” Eleven Outlined Epitaphs, “content with
all pictures” cinema “posters an' the like that're painted for
me.” Tarantula, “like how long can someone of your caliber
continue to paint pencil sharpeners.”
“Sky” as God, Heartlands 1993: “And a hole in the sky where

God used to be.” Trails of Trouble 1962, “I walked down by the
river” I went to an area of great literary abundance, the folk
music scene “I turned my head up high” I thought on a higher
level than the one I was on, I shot junk “I saw that silver linin'” I
was under a cloud of depression as a folk singer but every
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cloud has a silver lining “That was hangin' in the sky” that God
had put there for me.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.

All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
“All your seasick sailors” all your sailors that you imported
from the Soviet Union, a largely landlocked country “they are
rowing home” are returning to Russia in defeat “All your
reindeer armies” all the Russian armies that are accustomed
to a much colder climate “are all going home” are returning to
Russia “The lover who just walked out your door” the defector
who once believed you were telling the truth just took the
opportunity to leave Cuba “Has taken all his blankets” has
taken with him his ability to cover so as to inhibit, suppress,
and extinguish Communism “from the floor” from the floor of
your legislature and the last vestiges of democracy have
vanished “The carpet” the carpet bagger, a politician who
seeks office in a place where he or she has no connections
too, such as the Soviets in Cuba “is moving” is animate, alive,
thriving “under you” under Castro’s version of Soviet
Communism, “And it's all over now, Baby Blue.” Tarantula,
“wonder who the carpet baggers are? think, but dont ask no
carpet” think about it but don’t ask because it is useless the
carpet has already been bagged, gained possession of;
captured.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
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“Leave your stepping stones behind” sarcastic: go ahead,

what does it matter if the Soviets leave their stepping stone for
Communism behind them after they return to Russia. Cuba is
90 miles from Key West, Florida and was termed a “stepping
stone for Communism” by the mass media “something calls
for you” the existence of Communism in Cuba calls for a
Soviet presence “Forget the dead you've left” forget the so-
called counter-revolutionaries you murdered “they will not
follow you” the people of Cuba will not follow Communism
“The vagabond” the unpredictable counter-revolutionary
Cuban exile, Tarantula, describing his interaction with the
pinkos, “entering the pink highway – your black mongrel
vagabond” your unpredictable counter-revolutionary “your rat
from Delphi - now he shall tattle on your nauseous bra.”
Tarantula, “& lenny [Bruce] immune to the mathematics, he
the greasy quack - the vagabond god.” Tarantula, “&
vagabonds with girlie magazines from Reed College” “who's
rapping at your door” who is penetrating Soviet controlled
Cuba’s border to carry out paramilitary operations. Who Killed
Davey Moore? “Who came here from Cuba's door / Where
boxing ain't allowed no more” “Is standing in the clothes that
you once wore” is taking a stand against you, using the same
rhetoric about defeating dictatorships that Castro employed to
come to power in Cuba. Also he is wearing military style
clothing “Strike another match” find another country that is
compatible with Communism, go peddle your totalitarian
ideology elsewhere, cause destruction elsewhere “go start
anew” sarcastic; go start a new revolution because “it's all
over now, Baby Blue.”
This anti-Castro thinking is in line with Dylan’s thoughts about

Castro’s Cuba in Chronicles,
Nearby at the Biltmore, the Cuban Revolutionary Council was

meeting. The Cuban government in exile. They had recently
given a news conference, said that they needed bazookas and
recoilless rifles and demolition experts and that those things
cost money. If they could get enough donations, they could
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take back Cuba, the old Cuba, land of plantations, sugarcane,

rice, tobacco patricians. The Roman Republic.
AS I WENT OUT ONE MORNING 1968
Dylan attended the Communist Party’s Emergency Civil

Liberties Union dinner where he was presented with the Tom
Paine Emergency Civil Liberties “traitor of the year” award for
furthering totalitarian Communism in the United States. Dylan
almost blew the deal with the Devil when he received the
award from because that night Dylan told off the Commies
with a tasteless speech linking them to Oswald. He did Tom
Paine proud but he angered Satan!
As I went out one morning

To breathe the air around Tom Paine's
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains.
“As I went out one morning” as I went out like a light bulb in
the early part of my career “to breathe” to live “the air” a
peculiar characteristic and impression; an aura “around Tom
Paine's” around that of Tom Paine “I spied” I felt like a spy
reporting on “the fairest damsel” the Communist Party,
sarcastic; “fair” being in accordance with relative merit and
significance, Karl Marx, “From each according to his abilities,
to each according to his needs” “That ever did walk in chains”
that ever claimed to unite the working class and free the
workers of the world from their chains yet itself was locked into
the chains of totalitarianism and dogmatic Socialist
economics.
“Breath” as live; Chronicles, “Janis would soon breathe no

more.” Joan Baez in Concert, Part 2 Liner Notes 1962, “For
the breeze” for the chance to breeze into folk stardom “I heard
in a young girl's breath” I detected in Joan Baez’s life “Proved
true as sex an' womanhood.” “Breeze” as move swiftly and
unimpeded; Ballad in Plain D 1964, “Through a young
summer's breeze, I stole her away.”
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I offer'd her my hand

She took me by the arm.
I knew that very instant
She meant to do me harm.
“I offer'd her my hand” sarcastic; I offered to help the CPUSA

with my writing “She took me by the arm” she wanted to
deceive me, “take me” and put me under her power, she
wanted me to join an administrative or functional branch, of an
organization, a Communist Party cell “I knew that very instant /
She meant to do me harm.” sarcastic, I knew where the
Communists were coming from, from the get go.
“Chain” as bondage; a restraining and confining agent or

force, slavery. In When The Ship Comes In 1964 Dylan
paraphrased Marxist rhetoric, “And the chains” the captivity
and oppression; bondage “of the sea” of the American working
class “would have busted in the night and be buried on the
bottom of the ocean” and would be irretrievably lost “Workers
of the world unite; you have nothing to lose but your chains” -
Karl Marx
Depart from me this moment,

I told her with my voice.
Said she, But I don't wish to,
Said I, But you have no choice.
I beg you, sir, she pleaded
From the corners of her mouth,
I will secretly accept you
And together we'll fly south.
“Depart from me this moment” get the Hell out of my life “I told
her with my voice” I told her in my speech “Said she, ‘But I
don't wish to,’ Said I, ‘But you have no choice’” you have no
vote in the matter, in fact you have no vote period as the
elections in Communist countries are rigged, you believe in
economic determinism rather than free choice, or free will “I
beg you, sir, she pleaded / From the corners” I implore you Mr.
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Zimmerman from a remote, secret place - the Kremlin “of her

mouth” where the words the CPUSA mouthed originated “I will
secretly accept you” you can become a member of the Party
“And together we'll fly south" and we will both decline in value.
Just then Tom Paine, himself,

Came running from across the field,
Shouting at this lovely girl
And commanding her to yield.
And as she was letting go her grip,
Up Tom Paine did run,
"I'm sorry, sir," he said to me,
"I'm sorry for what she's done."
“Just then Tom Paine, himself / Came running from across the
field” just then the true spirit of Thomas Paine came quickly
from across the field of politics, the battlefield “Shouting at”
shout down: to overwhelm or silence by shouting loudly “this
lovely girl” sarcastic, really this dirty liar
“And commanding her to yield” and was far superior to the

Communists “And as she was letting go her grip” and as the
CPUSA was relinquishing its intellectual power and control
over me “Up Tom Paine did run” the real Tom Paine began to
run in my blood “I'm sorry, sir,’ he said to me, ‘I'm sorry for
what she's done.’” I am sorry for how the CPUSA has tried to
subvert democracy in America.
“Field” as area of human interest and activity; Chronicles, “My

audience or future audience now would never be able to
experience the newly plowed fields that I was about to enter.”
“Field” as battlefield; Changing of the Guards 1978, “Sixteen
banners united over the field where the good Sheppard
sleeps.” Working Man’s Blues #2 2006, “That I took up arms
against you / All across the peaceful sacred fields.” This is an
abridged version of Dylan’s speech to the Emergency Civil
Liberties Union December 13, 1963;
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I want to thank you for the Tom Paine award in behalf

everybody that went down to Cuba. First of all because they're
all young and it's took me a long time to get young and now I
consider myself young. I'm proud that I'm young. And I only
wish that all you people who are sitting out here today or
tonight weren't here and I could see all kinds of faces with hair
on their head…And I look down to see the people that are
governing me and making my rules - and they haven't got any
hair on their head - I get very uptight about it…And they talk
about Negroes, and they talk about black and white…There's
no black and white, Left and Right to me anymore; there's only
up and down and down is very close to the ground…I'm
thinking about the general people and when they get
hurt…There are Negroes - I was on the march on Washington
up on the platform and I looked around at all the Negroes
there and I didn't see any Negroes that looked like none of my
friends…I'll stand up and to get uncompromisable about it,
which I have to be to be honest, I just got to be, as I got to
admit that the man who shot President Kennedy, Lee Oswald,
I don't know exactly where --what he thought he was doing,
but I got to admit honestly that I too - I saw some of myself in
him. I don't think it would have gone - I don't think it could go
that far. But I got to stand up and say I saw things that he felt,
in me - not to go that far and shoot (boos and hisses).
Despite this lapse in ambiguity Dylan continued to secretly

berate the Communists:
DIRGE 1973
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped

Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.
“Heard your songs of freedom” I heard the Communists pay lip

service to freedom for the oppressed, liberation from
capitalism “and man forever stripped” but they were really
stripping humanity of their human rights and forcing them into
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“Acting out his folly” acting out, like some madman who hears
voices and acts on them, the failed doctrines of Karl Marx
“while his back is being whipped” while he is being oppressed.
“Like a slave” like one who is forced to be abjectly subservient
to Communism “in orbit” “orbit” an area in which something
acts and operates with power and control, the Iron Curtain
satellite countries. Also a reference to the Soviet satellite
Sputnik in orbit around earth “he's beaten 'til he's tame” he is
made the subject of repression until he conforms to the
Communists wishes “All for a moment's glory” just to prove the
superiority of Communism to Capitalism “and it's a dirty, rotten
shame” and it is an obscenity.
So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine

The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that.
“So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine” so

praise your so-called progressive politics, praise your
economic development Five Year Plans and praise your
nuclear weapons “The naked truth” the truth without addition,
concealment, disguise, and embellishment “is still taboo
whenever it can be seen” because censorship is still the order
of the day under Communist rule truth is taboo “Lady Luck,
who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at” Capitalism which
favored me and made me rich will be the ideology that will
define me “I hate myself for lovin' you” I hate myself for once
having worked with the Communist Party, “but I should get
over that” but Dylan will get his revenge.
“Doom” as inevitable death; Shelter From the Storm 1974 “but

nothing really matters much its doom alone that counts / And
the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.” I Am A
Lonesome Hobo 1968, “Which led me to my fatal doom.”
“Luck” as an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that

leads to a favorable outcome, most notably wealth; Fare-the-
Well 1962, “I still might strike it lucky on a highway going
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West” I still might get rich by opening a new frontier in music in

America “though I’m traveling on a path beaten trail” even
though I am going about in the company of a particular group
that has not succeeded, that has been beaten, in the past.
Similar to Precious Memories 1986, “As I travel down life's
pathway / Know not what the years may hold.”
CHANGING OF THE GUARDS 1978
She wakes him up

Forty-eight hours later; the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long
golden locks.
“She wakes him up” Dylan is awakened to the dangers of

Communism “Forty-eight hours later” after brief exposure to it
“the sun” a person of great influence “is breaking,” is forcing
his way out, escaping, breaking jail “Near broken chains” after
having advanced the Civil Rights Movement, and reluctantly
helped free the Negros from the chains of Jim Crow “mountain
laurel’ and having won acclaim for helping to provide what was
believed to be a solution to this problem “and rolling rocks”
and having allowed Communist doctrine to gain momentum
“She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking”
the left is begging to know what “measures” the metric unit
between two bars on the staff; a bar, the Communists want to
know what kind of music Bob Dylan will be playing “He's
pulling her down” Dylan is attempting to demolish and destroy
Communism “and she's clutching on to” and she’s attempting
to grasp, to understand “his long golden locks” his treasured
encrypted, locked, poetry.
“Rock” as doctrine; Solid Rock 1980, written during Dylan’s

Christian period, “Well, I'm hanging on to a solid rock.” When
The Ship Comes In 1964, “And the rocks on the sand” the
Communist doctrines of past history “Will proudly stand” will
remain valid, effective, and unaltered “The hour that the ship
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comes in” after the Communists overthrow the democratically

elected government of the United States.
Gentlemen, he said
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of
the guards.
“Gentlemen, he said” Dylan told the CPUSA “I don't need your

organization” I don’t need the Communist Party “I’ve shined” I
have made eminent “your shoes” your position, your status as
in Positively Fourth Street 1965, “I wish there were just one
time you could stand inside my shoes and for that one
moment you could be me.” “I’ve moved your mountains” I’ve
helped with your awesome problems. Blowin In The Wind
1962, “How many years can a mountain exist before it is
washed to the sea?” “and marked” put a mark upon, signed
“your cards” sarcastic; I almost became a card-carrying
member of the Communist Party; What You Gonna Do 1962,
addressed at the CPUSA, “What you gonna do when the Devil
calls your cards?” “But Eden” but the United States “is
burning” burning, raging with passionate anger at your lies
“either brace yourself for elimination” so either take a shot of
vodka because you are about to be lined up against the wall
and shot “Or else your hearts” or else your innermost feelings
“must have the courage” must have the mental strength to
venture, persevere, and withstand danger “for the changing of
the guards” to accept new ideas; “old guard” a faction that is
unwilling to accept new ideas.
NO TIME TO THINK 1978
Your conscience betrayed you when some tyrant waylaid you

Where the lion lies down with the lamb
I'd have paid off the traitor and killed him much later
But that's just the way that I am
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“Your conscience betrayed you when some tyrant waylaid

you” you used the Communist Party in your climb up the
ladder of fame despite the fact you knew that after they took
power they governed oppressively, unjustly, and arbitrarily
“Where the lion lies down with the lamb” where a murderous
Stalin associated with his victims, often those closest to him in
rank “I'd have paid off the traitor and killed him much later” I
would not have done it any differently, I would have paid off
the Soviet stooges with songs and appearances despite my
hatred for them then I would have marked for deletion, ruled
them out; ‘Killed the old songs’ “But that's just the way that I
am” but I am only human so it had to go down that way.
“Lion” as a person regarded as fierce and savage; Foot of

Pride “Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man.” Last Thoughts
on Woody Guthrie 1961, “And the lion's mouth opens” and you
open a newspaper and find a predatory critic’s review “and yer
staring at his teeth” and you can’t believe how much force and
power he has “And his jaws start closin’ with you underneath”
and his jabbering starts closing in with you as the underdog.
Dylan received at least one bad review prior to Robert
Shelton’s positive review in the New York Times.
“Teeth” as the power to produce a desired effect; Eleven

Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “how many votes will it take / for a
new set of teeth in the congress mouths?”
Paradise, sacrifice, mortality, reality

But the magician is quicker and his game
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
And there's no time to think.
“Paradise” I endorsed a socialist utopia “sacrifice” because I

had to sacrifice certain principles “mortality, reality” otherwise
my death as a performer would have become a reality “But the
magician” but the creator of beauty “is quicker” is smarter “and
his game” and his calculated strategy or approach; scheme “Is
much thicker” is more impenetrable “than blood” then a young
blood Black “and blacker” and more focused on Blacks “than
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ink” then integrated schools were “And there is no time to

think.” “Magic” as beauty: Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “'F
me t' think that beauty was / Only ugliness an' muck / When
it's really jus' a magic wand / That waves an' teases at my
mind.”
JOKERMAN 1983
Standing on the waters casting your bread

While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists
While a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
“Standing on the waters” depending on misery, enduring

because of people’s troubles “casting your bread” using
materialism, jobs as bait; Something’s Burning Baby 1985,
“You can't live by bread alone, you won't be satisfied / You
can't roll away the stone if your hands are tied.” “While the
eyes” while the thoughts “of the idol” of a person who was
admired in the past but who is not admired anymore, ‘Highly
respected during his lifetime, Marx became a fallen idol after
his death when his economics was found to be full of errors’
“with the iron head” with the ironclad dogmatic thinking “are
glowing” are shining, are intensely preeminent. “Distant ships”
past revolutions, “ship” as in When The Ship Comes In 1964
“sailing into the mist” effortlessly become obscured and
blurred by, or as if by, a mist arising from a hidden source
such as communism “You were born with a snake” you came
into existence with a treacherous person; a snake in the grass.
Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “snakes slide through the
weeds” “in both of your fists” in colloquial English, an “Iron
Fist” refers to the authority exerted by a powerful, unforgiving
governing figure, you were created by Lenin and Stalin “while
a hurricane was blowing” during an intense storm of hatred,
rain was spreading during World War I and World War II
respectively “Freedom’s just around the corner for you”
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sarcastic; freedom is in a very remote place for you and as a

result, despite all the decades that have passed, there is still
no freedom in the Soviet Union. “But with the truth so far off,
what good will it do?” but even if there were political freedom
there would still be the oppressive Communist economic
system to deal with.
Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame

Preacher man seeks the same, who'll get there first is
uncertain.
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Well, the rifleman” the KGB or MVD, the Soviet intelligence

services, “rifle” to search vigorously: ‘rifling through my
drawers to find anti-Soviet literature’ “is stalking” is engaged in
the act of following stealthily “the sick” those who are sick of
Soviet Communism “and the lame” and the weak and
ineffectual; unsatisfactory to the Soviet regime, social
parasites “Preacher man” American Communists “seeks the
same, who’ll get there first is uncertain” who will be the first to
bring totalitarianism to the United States, the CPUSA or the
KGB is a tossup “Night sticks and water cannons, tear gas” all
instruments used to suppress the right to demonstrate against
the Soviet regime “padlocks” prisons, gulags “Molotov
cocktails” improvised weapons invented by the Soviet
Communists now used against their own people “and rocks”
and Communist doctrine “behind every curtain” brutal
repression in every country behind the Iron Curtain. “False-
hearted judges” a rubber stamp judiciary untrue to their
innermost feelings who have been instructed to convict
dissidents “dying” whose credibility is drawing to an end,
declining “in the webs” because of something intricately
contrived, especially something that ensnares and entangles
such as nonexistent plots against the Soviet State “that they
spin” that they provide an interpretation of in a way meant to
sway public opinion “Only a matter of time” it is going to be in
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the foreseeable future “‘til night” until the present push for
democracy “comes steppin’ in” intervenes and progressively
destroys this evil ideology, and death and rigor mortis sets in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
“Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune” Dylan sing to the

Communist tune, like Florence Nightingale, trying to cure the
world “Bird fly high by the light of the moon” a singer sings
songs inspired by insanity; lunacy. Also by something
unreasonable and unattainable “reaching for the moon” such
as Socialism “Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman!”
HIGHLANDS 1997
Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams

Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page
Same ol' rat race / Life in the same ol' cage.
“Windows” my faith in political parties such as the CPUSA and

its fellow travelers “were shakin’” were disturbing and agitating
me, unnerving me, rattling me. The Times They Are A
Changin’ 1964, “There's a battle outside and it’s ragin' / It'll
soon shake your windows and rattle your walls / for the times
they are a-changin’” “all night in my dreams” in the songs that I
performed. “Everything was exactly the way that it seems”
everything was not the way it really was but only the way that
it seemed to be due to my being forced to look at the world
through a leftist ideological perspective in order to succeed
“Woke up this morning I looked at the same old page” when I
woke up, in the early part of my career, I became aware of
what my real role in all of this was and I realized it was that of
a page, a boy who is employed to run errands; in my case for
the Commies, the Old Left “same ol’ rat race” same old culture
of informing as in the Soviet Union “Life in the same old cage”
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a life sentence in the same old worn out confining framework

of Marxism. Up To Me 1974,
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage
where I used to work
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be
up to me
“Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal

clerk” the only morally upright; respectable thing I did when I
was writing letters, message songs “Was to haul your picture
down off the wall” was to “haul off” to draw back slightly, as in
preparation for initiating an action and supplant you as an
outlaw (Old Jaw Bone: “Your name upon the Post Office wall /
But you’re on edge cause they wrote it too small”) in the small
venues that I played at – Visions of Johanna 1966, “muttering
small talk at the wall” “near the cage where I used to work”
near the virtual prison of leftwing folk music I was trapped in.
“Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?” was I just
another corrupt politician when I protected your identity as an
agent of the Soviet Union? “You looked a little burned out, my
friend, I thought it might be up to me.” You looked a little
burned out after the McCarthy era, so I thought it would not
have negative repercussions if I kept it a secret.
THE DEVIL AND BOB DYLAN
You're gonna have to serve somebody,

It may be the Devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
In 1961 Bob Dylan struck a bargain with Satan namely

communism. In return for his soul Bob would have half a
century of fame and fortune. Dylan first revealed this pact in
his 1965 book Tarantula when he wrote “tho you might not
take this the right way, i would even sign a chain with the
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devil.” In 1970, in The Man in Me, Dylan sang, “The man in me

would do nearly any task” the Devil in me would do nearly
anything I ask of him, make me rich, famous anything except if
it involved doing something good “when asked for
compensation there’s a little he would ask” when asked for
something in return the only trivial thing he would ask for is my
soul, not too much to ask. In 2004 during a CBS 60 Minutes
interview Dylan again confessed to having made a deal with
the Devil when Ed Bradley asked him, “Why do you still do it?
Why are you still out here?
Dylan: Well it goes back to the destiny thing you know I made
a bargain with it a long time ago and I’m holdin up my end.
Bradley: What was your bargain?
Dylan: To get where I am now.
Bradley: Should I ask who you made the bargain with?
Dylan: (laughs) with you know with the chief commander.
Bradley: On this earth?
Dylan: On this earth and in the world we can’t see.
A “bargain” is “an agreement between parties fixing

obligations that each promises to carry out.” I agree to give
you my soul and in return you make me rich and famous.
Bradley then asked whom he made this bargain with? Dylan
responded that it was with the “Chief Commander on this
earth and in the world we can’t see.” The Bible tells us until
the Messiah returns Satan is the most powerful being on
earth. Matthew 4:8 4:10:
Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high

mountain, and showeth him all the kingdoms of the world, and
the glory of them; And said unto him, all these things will I give
thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me. Then said Jesus
unto him, Get thee hence, Satan: for it is written, thou shalt
worship the Lord thy God, and Him only shalt thou serve.
The biblical names of the Devil are: Prince of this World (John
12:31) and “the ruler of this world” (John 16:11). In Troublin’
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Mind 1979 Dylan referred to Satan as the “prince of the power

of the air.”
Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air,

He's gonna make you a law unto yourself,
Gonna build a bird's nest in your hair.
He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you worship the work
of your own hands,
You'll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land.
Dylan was obviously making reference to a pact he made with

the Devil. When Dylan hung out with this author he tacitly
admitted the Devil lived within him when he said:
Al you’re not going to get into my life,

because if you do, I might gain a soul
Dylan was threatening my ass. If I continued to mess with him

he was going to have me offed. But the way he put was rather
odd, as if he were the Devil! If you doubt he said this, Bob
admitted to having done so during the Weberman-Dylan
hacked telephone conversation.
The Devil had gotten his due. Dylan had advanced the cause
of Communism beyond Satan’s fondest nightmares. The next
mission the Devil assigned to Dylan was to promote Civil
Rights for the American Negro. The Devil opposed race
mixing, however, he looked at the Civil Rights Movement as a
way to promote racial unrest in America. Getting Dylan, who
fancied himself a Southern aristocratic slave owner, to pretend
to champion the cause of African-Americans took a lot of
convincing on the part of the Devil. Robert Allen Zimmerman’s
racism went back to his childhood. The lyrics in Bob Dylan’s
Dream 1962 that dealt with his youth in Hibbing, Minnesota
contain racist sub-content, “As easy it was to tell black from
white / It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.” White is
right, black is wrong. Dylan nicknamed himself “cracker boy.”
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“Cracker” usually disparaging: a poor usually Southern white.

Tarantula, “a glass” an illusory as in I Pity The Poor Immigrant
1968, “Whose visions in the final end must shatter like the
glass.” “sidewalk” coffee house audience “meeting the cracker
boy's soul” where Dylan could not express his racist beliefs
openly. “Also “cracker” as poet as in Chimes of Freedom 1964
“and the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder” and God
created his poetry just as he did Adam and Eve.
The Devil pointed out certain things to Dylan in order to

convince Bob to go along with the program. Bob had first
appeared in Greenwich Village in February 1961. The Devil
reminded him that if he had openly expressed his racist
thinking in the race-mixing capitol of the United States it would
have destroyed any chance of his making it. The Devil advised
Dylan to rely on Dog-whistle politics to express his hatred for
colored folk. Dog-whistle politics, also known as the use of
code words, is a term for a type of political campaigning,
speechmaking, or songwriting which employs coded language
that appears to mean one thing to the general population but
has a different or more specific meaning for a targeted
subgroup of the audience. The term is used to refer to
messages with an intentional subtext. The key to its use is to
maintain the option of "plausible deniability." For example the
phrase "states' rights", although literally referring to powers of
individual state governments in the United States, are code
words for institutionalized segregation and racism. On the
Devil’s recommendation Dylan used certain key code words in
his songs, while innocuous on their surface, after they
appeared in proximity to one another their related lesser used
meanings sent racist messages to those who already were
aware of the poetry’s overall racist framework. During a tape
recorded telephone conversation in 1971 I asked Dylan about
his early message songs, “Remember those?” Dylan
responded,
Yeah man I remember them ‘um they were just messages to

me though. I told Tony Scaduto that and that flipped him out
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man, he had no idea about that. That just wiped him out he
said he would have to go back and listen to all those songs.
The key to this cryptic statement was found in his

autobiography Chronicles 2006, the Rosetta stone I was
searching for in his trash back in 1970. This book revealed
that although Dylan is regarded as an anti-war and anti-racist
leftist and liberal icon, ‘the messages he sent to himself’ were
just the opposite of those he sent to his liberal commie Black-
loving audience. In Chronicles Dylan wrote that he had been a
supporter of Senator Barry Goldwater, a Republican from
Arizona who wanted to nuke the commies back to the Stone
Age. He even wrote that he purchased a Geiger counter in the
event the Soviets were able to retaliate.
With the new puzzle piece Chronicles had supplied, that

revealed Dylan was politically conservative and with the
translation of the word “face” as “race” I finally realized Dylan
was hated Blacks, especially Black males, and covertly
expressed these feelings in his songs. But wait; not only did
he compose these racist, pro-apartheid songs but he had
three chumps from Greenwich Village, Peter, Paul and Mary,
sing one of them, Blowin’ In The Wind 1962, at the August
1963 Civil Rights Rally in Washington, D.C. Dylan himself
sang Only a Pawn in Their Game 1963, which, on its surface,
seemed to bemoan the murder of Civil Rights Leader Medgar
Evers but in reality celebrated it. Die-hard liberals Peter, Paul
and Mary made unwitting fools out of themselves and a million
demonstrators both White and Black. Dylan and Satan, on the
other hand, had the biggest laugh on people he viewed as a
racially inferior lot since D. W. Griffin produced Birth of a
Nation, a movie that glorified the rise of the Ku Klux Klan.
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THE DYLAN WEBERMAN HACKED PHONE

CONVERSATION
JANUARY 1971
WEBERMAN: What tape?
DYLAN: You called Naomi?
WEBERMAN: Yeah.
DYLAN: Told her about some tape-what tape was that?
WEBERMAN: Nah, I didn't say…any tape…what I did was I
typed out, ah, ah my recollections of our conversations
together and I'm going to use it as an interview. I'm going to
send it to every underground paper in America for free rather
than selling it to...
DYLAN: You didn't tell me that was any interview.
WEBERMAN: Oh, well, didn't you like, ah, didn't you ...
DYLAN: Hey, man, you want an interview with me? Let me
know. I'll give you an interview. Don’t take…
WEBERMAN: OK, OK, fine. I was gonna let you see it
beforehand and ah, because I realize it wasn't taped and I
don't wanna misquote you or put words in your mouth.
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DYLAN: Well, what about the tape? Got a tape recorder in

your jacket?
WEBERMAN: No tape. No tape. I didn't have a tape in my
jacket. I don't have the money for, ah, one of those concealed
tape recorders. (wanna get the door Ann) So I just typed up...
DYLAN: OK, look, man, you want to have an interview?
WEBERMAN: Yeah.
DYLAN: We'll have an interview, but don't ah...
WEBERMAN: Yeah.
DYLAN: You know, that's sneaky shit man.
WEBERMAN: What kind of sneaky shit man?
DYLAN: You come and talk with someone and type it up right?
WEBERMAN: But you know I'm a cat who writes about, who
specializes in writing about you.
DYLAN: Yeah, man, I understand that you know but if you
want to have an interview we can have an interview above the
table you know. And ah just keep it on top of the table that’s all
I’m talking about. I mean I think I think that I deserve that right.
WEBERMAN: Sure, sure, that's fine with me. I'd prefer it that
way, you know. That would even make it better. Although this
isn't bad. What I have here is real ...
DYLAN: I'd like to see it, anyway. Can you bring it around.
WEBERMAN: Yeah I will
DYLAN: Like a
WEBERMAN: Well, what should I do bring it around now, or ...
DYLAN: No, No, No I'm tied up for the weekend.
WEBERMAN: After the weekend?
DYLAN: How about like on Monday or Tuesday.
WEBERMAN: Oh, gee, the trouble is that these people are
expecting, expecting something from me Monday.
DYLAN: [Sighs] I'm working, man, like I'm building some shit
you know and I really gotta get it built.
WEBERMAN: Right.
DYLAN: Just, ah, some tables and some shelves and some
stuff and I've gotta get it done. I put it way off.
WEBERMAN: Ah, OK, I'll tell them that it'll have to wait...
DYLAN: Just like one week, or, or, a day or two two days. Just
let me see it.
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WEBERMAN: OK, let me bring it over today, I'll just leave it in

your mailbox, OK.
DYLAN: Well I’ll be there I’ll be at the studio today so bring it
by and give it to me but I can’t read it. I won’t be able to do
that. And then I will call you back
WEBERMAN: Ok Groovy.
DYLAN: OK Bye, bye.
WEBERMAN: So long.
[They hang up. The taped conversation resumes a few days
dater.]
WEBERMAN: You read it?
DYLAN: Yeah, you asked me about, ah, corrections and all
that, and I noticed that you just had a big pile of them in your
hand you know, and I was wondering like if you were like
fuckin’ around with me, like on but you had a big pile of them
in your hand man
WEBERMAN: Wait wait wait a minute, what are you saying
man?
DYLAN: You obviously had a whole lot printed up. So I mean
WEBERMAN: No, no, I had the concordance, I have two, I
had two Xeroxes made. Cost me a dollar four cents. I had two
Xeroxes of this made.
DYLAN: OK, like there's a couple things in that article that I
kind of object to.
WEBERMAN: What, what?
DYLAN: One thing there about Johnny Cash man, I don't think
that's right. And then there’s another thing
WEBERMAN: Your saying Johnny Cash is in the past ...
DYLAN: Yeah, you didn’t I didn't say it like that. I didn’t quite
really understand the article. Like if you said in the article if
you said that’s past that was the quote. But like it really didn’t
make specific whether that pertained to Johnny Cash's playing
for the White House was in the past, or whether I was digging
Johnny Cash whether that was in the past, the whole thing is
kind of vague man. You know I didn’t want it printed that I
don't dig Johnny Cash man, because I do.
WEBERMAN: OK, OK, I'll say, you know, so I'll put down it
was sarcastic.
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DYLAN: The other thing was on Dear Landlord man I couldn’t

have said that song was written for Grossman.
WEBERMAN: No you told me you said it was for Al Grossman
I remember that specifically. Oh I says like he’s giving me the
DYLAN: Well man it wasn’t all the way for Al Grossman in fact
he wasn’t even in my mind. Only later man, only later when
people pointed out to me that the song might have been
written for Al Grossman I thought well maybe it could have
been.
WEBERMAN: You were just puttin’ me on.
DYLAN: I wasn’t puttin’ you on.
WEBERMAN: You were just giving me the usual line
DYLAN: I don’t want you to print that that is was in for
Grossman because it wasn’t.
WEBERMAN: Who should I say it was written for.
DYLAN: It wasn’t written for anyone it’s an abstract song. It
sure as Hell wasn’t written for you.
WEBERMAN: It wasn’t.
DYLAN: It sure as Hell wasn’t, no. I was not even aware of
you at that time.
WEBERMAN: Isn’t landlord critic though in your symbolism?
DYLAN: No man like I wasn’t aware of you at that time.
WEBERMAN: Right, right, that’s how I…yeah
DYLAN: So man I don’t care what you have to figure out to
say but it wasn’t written for Grossman so don’t say it. I mean
you know it’s just not right.
WEBERMAN: How about if I make it like sarcastic?
DYLAN: Another thing man, it’s like there's some lies in there
man, there’s some lies in that article though though. I don't
have the article with me, but there's some lies in there.
WEBERMAN: Like what?
DYLAN: Well, I had the article I called you before but you
weren't home. I had the article in front of me. I left the article at
the studio, but there's some lies in there. I couldn't believe it.
WEBERMAN: Want me to read the article, Man?
DYLAN: Yeah.
WEBERMAN: I was really fuckin' hassled.
DYLAN: No, no. no, start around in the like third or fourth
page.
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WEBERMAN: Third of fourth page. One, two three. Somewhat

taken aback, I told him there’s all this evidence in your poetry
so we talked. Dylan said he didn’t dig the Panthers because of
their position on the Middle Eastern situation, little Israel
versus all those I started to explain how the Panthers believe
that everyone has a right to live Jews, Arabs and Palestinian
refugees when this kid from my class comes over and says he
wants to talk to Dylan. I told him that was cool but to wait until
we got done because I had something important to say to Bob
and I didn’t know if I was ever going to see him again. I was
seizing the time. So the punk says you are full of shit and so is
Dylanology. So I grabbed him by the collar and screamed,
split asshole. He left but as he was going he yelled out in
grade school intonation “Weberman is bootlegging Dylan’s
suppressed novel” Dylan said I only had half of the book the
other half is up in Woodstock and I should never worry about
running out of things to interpret.
DYLAN: California, man, California.
WEBERMAN: California?
DYLAN: California man.
WEBERMAN: You don’t want people ripping you off eh?
DYLAN: It’s not in Woodstock. That right and also I don’t want
people you know up there asking questions.
WEBERMAN: It’s out in California, okay
WEBERMAN: What’s the difference, Woodstock, California,
doesn’t affect my thesis in one way or the other. And that I
should never worry about running out of things to interpret. He
said he was going to invite me up to Woodstock a couple of
months ago, I asked him how come he didn't, how come I had
to have a demonstration in front of your house to get you to
negotiate? 'You know how dedicated I am and how well I know
your work.' 'I know Al, and one day we'll go for a ride together
and I'll interpret all of my poems for you.' 'We ain't going by the
docks, are we?’ I didn't say that, but you know, what difference
does it make? 'No, Al you scared my kids telling them .
DYLAN: Hey that's another one.
WEBERMAN: You did say I scared your kids.
DYLAN: Did I say that, man? Well, it's not true. Alright.
WEBERMAN: You told Terry I scared your kids man.
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DYLAN: I didn’t mean scare you know what I’m talking about?
I didn’t really mean scare because they were really aware and
I don’t want to insinuate that but I didn’t mean that really. I
might have said it but I didn’t really mean that because my
kids are unaware of this or that you know I said that because it
could have been possible but it wasn’t possible. And I don’t
want to throw that out, I really don’t.
WEBERMAN: So what should I write?
DYLAN: I don’t know.
WEBERMAN: How about you shook up my kids?
DYLAN: No, no not even my kids. Leave my kids out of it.
WEBERMAN: Leave your kids out of it.
DYLAN: Ah because it was me that was my thing imposed on
them. And that was my thing, you know what I mean? So ah I
don’t know what you can say anything you I don’t ah you
shook up my landlord or my superintendent or whatever I don’t
know. Well figure it out, anything it don’t matter but that’s not
really that doesn’t really speak for me.
WEBERMAN: Ah. But you did say that to me.
DYLAN: If I did say that man I am sorry and I should have said
it.
WEBERMAN: Alright
DYLAN: I am sorry for my kids man because it’s not true and
it’s just I mouthed off that’s all and I shouldn’t have said it for
their sake cause it’s just not true.
WEBERMAN: The kid didn’t look scared really.
DYLAN: No, they weren’t man and I don’t want to say it my
wife will fucking hit me man and I don’t really want to get into
that.
WEBERMAN: Sorry man I didn’t mean to drag your kids into it.
I wouldn’t hurt them. They will be with us soon anyway.
DYLAN: Will you take that out?
WEBERMAN: Yeah, I’ll take that out. Like these radical freaks
were staying over at the archives and I told them where you
were at and they thought about trashing the place but I told
them don’t do it, it ain’t fair to the kids.
DYLAN: Oh man take all that shit out. Please. You can leave
the radical stuff in there you can say it ain’t fair to me but but
not to the kids because
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WEBERMAN: What I was saying at the time, what I am saying

there is preventing me from telling them…
DYLAN: Well, I made a mistake man, I shouldn’t have said it.
One of those things I shouldn’t have said I thought I could use
it as a weight. And ah
WEBERMAN: I know a lot of people who wanna hurt you
especially after that garbage thing. You know all these college
students come around to my garbage to take some back to
their dorms. You wouldn’t like these kids either. Get a garbage
compactor and I’ll come around and pick it up once a week. I
don’t like machines no that’s not true. Bob you wouldn’t have
me offed would you? You scared? Sure I am. This is an
oligarchy, the more money you have the more power. I
wouldn’t do it Al, don’t worry, it’s too late anyway. I didn’t think
so man, it would be like GM offing Nader. But if you do you
better do a good job. I went on and gave Dylan a rap against
imperialism racism sexism he didn’t seem like he was listening
and then I told him that Nashville Skyline sucked while Self
Portrait was a stoned rip off since many people bought it,
played it once and stuck it on their shelf. Neither album related
to objective reality. Dylan responded quietly, well there were
two good songs on the album, Days of ’49 and Copper Kettle.
DYLAN: Hey ah You don’t have to change this man but I’ll say
there were more than two I still say there were more than two
you don’t have to change but I mean you don’t have to change
it you can leave it like that but there were more than two
WEBERMAN: Without those two LPs there would be no New
Morning and anyway I am trying to get back on my feet as far
as my music goes. Al, do you use amphetamine? No man the
reason I have so much energy is because I am tuned into life
into the life force that is trying to assert itself here on earth. I’m
ALIVE man. Why worry so much about earth when there is?
What do you want be to do worry about if Mars invades us?
What drugs do you use? I found something else in the thing.
Let me finish the paragraph. What drugs do you use Al?
Reefer and caffeine. You? No drugs. Bullshit. Well so long Al.
Well then I’m going to put no drugs and it looked true because
Dylan’s eyes looked normal. Because I made reference to
your pupil size in other articles you know and I feel I should
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put that in to be fair. Well so long Al, you’re an interesting

fellow see you in a few weeks. I gave him the power
handshake and I split. When I got home I was fucking wasted.
I was rapping with Harvey, a lawyer friend when the phone
rang. Hello Al, this is Bob. Suddenly the phone began to look
like my record player. Wanna come over here and visit me
tomorrow. That’s like asking a strung out junkie if he wants a
fix. Al, I wanna thank you for helping me sell a lot of records
your articles have helped me get it, keep it going. Yeah that’s
one of the aspects of Dylanology I don’t dig I may cancel it out
soon. Al do you have a drivers license. No never learned to
drive. Too bad I know of this chauffer job that’s open. Are you
trying to buy me out, stop right there, it in fucking possible. No
I wasn’t trying to buy you out, I just wanted you to see life from
another seat, you been on the streets too long. Hey Bob you
know that song Champagne Illinois you wrote Cal Perkins he
needed something anyway why not write a song called
Carbondale, Illinois cause that’s where the pigs just murdered
a black man who was going to testify against them. Dylan
remained silent. You there. Call you tomorrow. Hung up. The
next day he called and told me to come over to his midtown
studio with a tape deck and an amplifier if I wanted to hear
some rare Dylan tapes cause all he had in the studio was a
record player. My old lady Ann helped me take the stuff
uptown then split cause Dylan said he wanted me and him to
be alone. Dylan began, I seen you around a lot Al. Bob let’s
set up the equipment. He went over to the speaker and started
unscrewing the terminals. Let me do it man I did the thing this
little bit of playacting the riff about not having a tape recorder
in the studio was a clever ploy to convince me that Dylan
wasn’t into recording conversations but I didn’t go for and I
maintained my cool when it came to saying self incriminating
things. We began. What do you think of Tim Leary, Dylan
asked. I think he’s great, a revolutionary etc. mystical, national
hero of Woodstock Nation. What do you think? I don’t follow
politics. How come I found newspapers in your garbage It’s
not my garbage, mix all garbage together, your politics
genocidal. A lot of people I talk to say you support the war in
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Vietnam. I did this to get back at the freaks who would not
leave me alone in Woodstock I don’t dig the fame thing
DYLAN: I don’t dig the what?
WEBERMAN: The fame thing.
DYLAN: Okay
WEBERMAN: Freaks find me everywhere. Get a long haired
wig. They would never recognize you. Buy me one. Cash, that
lackey was so conservative at the time you did things together
that Nixon later invited him to sing at the White House.
DYLAN: Okay.
WEBERMAN: Cash goes out of his way to praise Nixon’s
genocidal policies at his concerts. What should I say? That’s
past or
DYLAN: No you can say ah.
WEBERMAN: That’s what you said.
DYLAN: I think I might have said that for him but not for me. I
might have said that for him but I don’t think I should actually
say that for him anyway
WEBERMAN: So what should I say?
DYLAN: You should say Well ah too bad. That ain’t good
either man. I don’t know what to say man. What am I
supposed to say? I not gonna…
WEBERMAN: What do you think of Johnny Cash? He's your
friend, right?
DYLAN: I can't even answer that, man, I mean, I've heard
Johnny Cash since I was a kid.
WEBERMAN: Right, but things have changed.
DYLAN: His music hasn't changed man, I still listen to ...
WEBERMAN: I'm not putting Johnny Cash down that much,
man, I'm saying at the time that, ah, like.
DYLAN: I dig him.
WEBERMAN: At the time Nashville Skyline was coming out,
Cash was a more, a very conservative musician. That's why
Nixon invited him to the White House. He changed. Cash was
going through a change, be it motivated by financial or
motivated, you know, just being exposed to the music people
the way they are today, he went through some kind of a
change. Right? So what I'm saying is at the time you did
things together. I'm not attacking Cash now, that he ...
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DYLAN: Hey, I love him. I mean that’s it. I just don’t. I got
nothing else to say.
WEBERMAN: OK, OK. Man, almost all the other rock poets
put you down in their songs in your own language for your
politics! 'They're just using my phrasing’ No, man.' They
understand what you say from studying your poetry. Man If
you really believe in your current bag and want to remain in it
how come you copped out on yourself in your poetry? And the
poetry is simple enough that many people understand it. Isn’t
that indicative of a contradiction in your personality? Now I
had Dylan going, he suddenly became very…this is a
composite of our two conversations. I'm gonna say that, uh, I
have a little preface to put there, there's that quote and then its
composite, I didn't get to that yet, that's why I didn't finish the
last part plus a little news release about "Don't expose me" on
New Morning! Isn't that indicative of a contradiction in your
personality?' No, I ...
DYLAN: What did you just say man, what was all that have to
do? That wasn't in the article.
WEBERMAN: That's gonna be in the article, this isn't
complete, it's about 90 percent complete. What's left is a little
thing saying this is not Dylan talking, this is my ...
DYLAN: I never said "Don't expose me" in New Morning,
what's that?
WEBERMAN: Backwards, - backwards, you know you play a
part of it backwards.
DYLAN: And it says "Don't expose me"?
WEBERMAN: Yeah.
DYLAN: Oh fuck, man. Jesus!
WEBERMAN: It's the same part that, it's the same part that ah
DYLAN: Jesus, why don't you play an Andy Williams record
backwards, man and see what it says…
WEBERMAN: If you play the whole record backwards, man, it
only makes sense in ah, two places, "mars invades us" and
only when you slur the words you know, uh, "when mars
invades us" and ain’t no reason to go into town and that says
"don't expose me" backwards. You know, like, you ...
DYLAN: Jesus.
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WEBERMAN: You know that as well as I do, man, because

you put it there.
DYLAN: Hooh! Hooh! [mind-boggled gasps]. OK, go ahead,
man
WEBERMAN: No, man, they all understand what you're
saying the same way I do, from studying your poetry. How
come you copped out on yourself in your poetry and the
poetry is simple enough that many people understand it. Isn’t
that indicative of a contradiction in your personality. Now I had
Dylan going, he suddenly became very depressed and didn’t
say anything. He looked hurt. I almost felt sorry for him.
DYLAN: What’s that? What that insinuation What’s all that shit
you sort of slip in.
WEBERMAN: That was the second day. That other time, the
second meeting man. After I said that you just sat there and
looked
DYLAN: I was thinking about something man if I ever just sat
there. I mean I don’t…
WEBERMAN: Cause and effect man. When I say something
and all of a sudden you go into a fit of depression man.
DYLAN: No man I don’t go into fits of depression.
WEBERMAN: Well I figured maybe I said something that hit
home.
DYLAN: Don’t have em man, don’t have em. You can print it
man but it’s a lie.
WEBERMAN: No, that’s not true man. After I said it you just
sat there and I said Hey Bob what’s happenin’ man.
DYLAN: Hey man, haven’t you ever just sat there?
WEBERMAN: Not when I’m in a conversation…you ever hear
of reaction time man? They do tests with people you know
psychological tests they say what do you think of this word
boy dog this that then they come out with a heavily weighted
word mother’s tits and the guy says oh you know something.
DYLAN: Okay go ahead.
WEBERMAN: I almost felt sorry for him. Hey Bob you okay
man. Like a lot of these cats are full of shit putting you down
for not doing anything when they don’t do shit themselves.
Remember Al, I’m not like them not fresh out of college.
DYLAN: I don’t get that statement at all.
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WEBERMAN: It doesn’t make sense but that is what you said.

DYLAN: I don’t get it.
WEBERMAN: You said remember Al, I’m not like them.
DYLAN: Let’s just cut it right there. I’m not fresh out of college
man that just ah
WEBERMAN: But You said fresh out of college the next time.
The next day you said a lot of these kids are fresh out of
college we were talking about what okay I’ll cut it.
DYLAN: I think you took that out of context.
WEBERMAN: There’s dots in between it.
DYLAN: Okay.
WEBERMAN: Man you been telling everyone my
interpretations are way off let’s hear you interpret one of your
songs then I’ll interpret it and we’ll see whose interpretation is
better. How about Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here With You okay
but I feel stupid. Throw my ticket out the window.
DYLAN: Okay stop just for a minute. There was another thing
back there some place on Rolling Stone? You asked me about
Rolling Stone. I think you passed it I don’t think you read it.
WEBERMAN: I didn’t get to that yet.
DYLAN: You didn’t get to it yet. Okay, I’m sorry.
WEBERMAN: But I feel stupid. We were down in Nashville
and the train was leaving and I didn’t want to go so I said hey
man didn’t you once say hand me your money for the line
hand me your ticket at a concert in England. Yeah. Doesn’t
ticket symbolize money? A ticket is anything you want it to be.
You mean your symbolism isn’t consistent. It’s as consistent
as me. So isn’t it money. It could be. Dylan than changed the
subject. You sure you didn’t write any letters any letters about
my race. Like how many times do I have to tell you? Like
every letter I ever wrote you was on Dylan Archives stationary.
I got it right here. He couldn’t find it. Did you ever write any
songs to me? Absolutely not. How about Dear Landlord?
DYLAN: Do they know that? (unintelligible)
WEBERMAN: It wasn’t written to Grossman as many people
think. See I want to get in there were you say Grossman used
to speak for me. I wanted to get that in there
DYLAN: Yeah but that wasn’t about Dear Landlord that was
about something else.
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WEBERMAN: I’ll say that.

DYLAN: He used to act in my behalf.
WEBERMAN: Dear Landlord wasn’t about you I didn’t know
DYLAN: I wasn’t aware of you then.
WEBERMAN: Right wasn’t aware of me. At one point
someone came to the door and handed Dylan and fan letter
and a book of poems. He read the fan letter right then and
there and handed me the book. Take a look at it, tell me what
you think advise me you are a knowledgeable cat and I could
use some advice even on politics. Bullshit. I should have a
book of my poems out in two years and a book containing all
my songs should be out soon and I’m planning to release that
song you have a record of She’s Your Lover Now you have a
tape of as a single. Bullshit.
DYLAN: That’s true man.
WEBERMAN: I say bullshit we’ll see when it happens.
DYLAN: Okay.
WEBERMAN: What do you think of my work, man? Your
approach is sincere.
DYLAN: Why don't you ask them about it?
WEBERMAN: Man, they'd deny it cause it's a secret language
and 'cause of the controversial nature of your CB, which they
sing about. Anyway, it's poetry and it's up to the listener or
critic to figure out.
DYLAN: I deny it's happening and so do they.
[Here the first tape comes to an end. I told Dylan to hang on
while I turn over the tape. The second tape begins with some
confused noises.]
DYLAN: You got this whole thing on tape, huh? uhhh . . .I can't
believe you, Weberman, I just can’t believe you.
WEBERMAN: Well, I'm not gonna, I didn't, right? I can't do
anything with it, man, right? I can't do anything with it.
DYLAN: So you got the whole thing on tape, huh?
WEBERMAN: No I don't, just a little part of it, the tape
machine fucked up-
DYLAN: What part did you get?
WEBERMAN: I don't know, I don't know.
DYLAN: So, what, are you gonna play this for your class? I'm
never gonna call you again. Ever fucking again.
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WEBERMAN: I'm not gonna play it in my class, man, I'm not,

ya know. Then I began to tell Bob why I feel the way I do
about third world liberation. I went into a riff about my visit with
a very poor cat in Mexico. Let’s write a song together about
your trip and we’ll split the royalties. Send my cut to Caesar
Chavez man. That’s not true, I didn’t say that but that’s how I
feel now. Just tell me what happened to you and I’ll do the
writing. I was down in Progresso in the Yucatan and I stayed
with this laborer. Typical third world scene poverty famine
disease like being born into a nightmare, prolonged death
agony. Anyway the cat became a bracero migrant farm worker
so that he wouldn’t starve to death. Bracero rhymes with
Sombrero. This cat thought the communists were little people,
he was brainwashed his pad was next to a garbage dump.
Now you gotta convince Americans through this song that they
should support wars of national liberation. Dylan came up with
a song that went like this. Down Progresso a bracero lived in
sombrero full of expresso. You know. How’s that?
DYLAN: That’s alright.
WEBERMAN: What the fuck is this man, no one is going to be
convinced of anything when you write that abstractly. That’s
my thing Al. Know anything about the other books being
written about me. Well Robert Shelton and Tony Scaduto and
Toby Thompson are doing book. I know Tony. He says he’s
going around talking to all your friends Jack Elliot, the
McKenzie’s etc and your old lovers Suzie Rotolo, Joanie Baez
collecting information about you. He said he would have
studied your lyrics but he knew he couldn’t get permission to
reprint them. That’s not the reason. He can never figure them
out. All he can only come up with rumors. He did a pretty good
job though. Man, I think you're a fucking reactionary. You don't
use your influence to save lives. Man, look at all the death
around us. Look at what just happened in Pakistan. That was
a result of capitalism. People were so poor they couldn't cope
with a natural disaster.' I wonder why the good lord wanted all
those people to die.'
WEBERMAN: You don't? I do. How 'bout With God on Our
Side? I wasn't thinking then.
DYLAN: Ahhh I don't think I said that. I think you made that up.
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WEBERMAN: I said, I made up how about With God On Your

Side. I said how about that interview in 1964 with Mr. Jones of
Melody Maker magazine is what I said you buy I didn’t but I
figured it would be better more people would be hip to With
God On Our Side. But you did say I wasn’t thinking then. In
other words what you said to Mr. Jones was very esoteric
DYLAN: Ah. Let’s see well?
WEBERMAN: But that’s what you said man, I wasn’t thinking
then. So what should I say? I’ll change it you know.
DYLAN: Yeah, I don’t know what to change it to but I didn’t I
don’t remember saying that in that context.
WEBERMAN: So what should I change it to? You do believe
in God, don’t you?
DYLAN: Yeah I sure do!
WEBERMAN: So evidentially at one time you didn't. Right?
That's what you said in some statements, right, you said you
didn't believe in God.
DYLAN: Yeah, yeah. Ahhh
WEBERMAN: Evidently if you do now and you don't then, you
weren’t thinking then...
DYLAN: I musta then, too. I musta then, too.
WEBERMAN: Okay, I’ll put that in. How about using some of
your five million dollars to save lives. I don’t have that much.
Bullshit. I got inside information you millionaire pig. I didn’t call
you a pig but that’s how I felt. And you never do any benefits.
Then there’s your apolitical lyrics. Everyone who heard
Nashville Skyline said Dylan’s in a mellow head singing about
live. You cut your hair, you cut off all your hair. You only help
apolitical rock people with their careers. You’re a punk and me
and the DLF are going to do a number on you. We got some
shit planned that’s gonna blow your mind. Not only that but
everyone in rock with a political consciousness is going to
come down on you. Lennon started already by calling you
Zimmerman. McGuinn just put you down, where in cream
How? that’s a little literary man because it’s like that song I’m
Not There you know. Where? Downtown. When? Last night.
You know. Where? In Cream. How by saying you wrote Ballad
of Easy Rider even though you told him not to. What?
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DYLAN: You can just say FUCK HIM, you don’t have to say
the rest of that stuff.
WEBERMAN: Okay Fuck him.
DYLAN: You don’t have to say I want to get him or anything
like that. Just fuck him.
WEBERMAN: But you went into this whole riff. You said I am
going to get these people. That’s what you said. You said it
about five times.
DYLAN: Okay. You can just add fuck him to it.
WEBERMAN: Alright. Well, what I want to know who’s gonna
do this cause I’m not going to take it. I am gonna get dem
motherfuckers. I’m gonna get them. Hey Bob why not show
the people…
DYLAN: You can even add it again. Another one.
WEBERMAN: Okay a couple of fuck you’s in there. This is the
underground press.
DYLAN: They’ll never get out of it.
WEBERMAN: Hey, Bob why not show the people your heart's
in the right place and do a benefit for John Sinclair? But, I don
t have my thing together. Bullshit -- all you gotta do is show up
and plunk your guitar a little and a hundred thousand freaks
will come out of their pads and go anywhere you are
DYLAN: I-I don’t want to say I don't have my thing together,
man. I got my thing together!
WEBERMAN: so, why not do the thing?
DYLAN: Well, I want to get back to that statement first.
WEBERMAN: yeah
DYLAN: I don’t want to say that thing that I don't have my
thing together.
WEBERMAN: right
DYLAN: You can make something else up, but, uh don't leave
that in there.
WEBERMAN: What should I say, then?
DYLAN: Let's see what's the statement? (pause) How 'bout,
uh let's see how 'bout
WEBERMAN: You said you don't have your thing together.
You said, you know you're not ready to you
DYLAN: oh yeah right I m not ready to go play concerts, man.
That's the
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WEBERMAN: All right, I'm not ready.

DYLAN: That's not the same thing as saying…
WEBERMAN: All right.
DYLAN: I don't have my thing together.
WEBERMAN: I'm not ready to go play concerts.
DYLAN: I'm not about to…
WEBERMAN: I'm not about to go play concerts. all right
DYLAN: at this time.
WEBERMAN: Right I don't blame you, man. You know you, uh
you know you don’t want to be part of the scene you know uh,
all kinds of terrible things could happen to you in that hour,
man know
DYLAN: No, man like, what for? Why should I go play for
twenty thousand people, man? I mean, what
WEBERMAN: it would be
DYLAN: you know
WEBERMAN: more than twenty thousand.
DYLAN: Hey, I've been there before.
WEBERMAN: You make people happy, man.
DYLAN: I've been there before, I
WEBERMAN: You make people happy.
DYLAN: I've done it before
WEBERMAN: You set the whole trend in rock, man.
DYLAN: I did.
WEBERMAN: -- if you started doing things like that…
DYLAN: You shoulda been at the Isle of Wight, man. I'd just
like to see how much you'd still be talking…
WEBERMAN: The Isle of Wight…
DYLAN: if you were at the Isle of Wight.
WEBERMAN: was a capitalist rip-off, man. I'm not talking
about that kind of a scene I m talking
DYLAN: Were you
WEBERMAN: about
DYLAN: at Woodstock? (pause) Were you at Woodstock?
WEBERMAN: I-I wasn t at Woodstock, man.
DYLAN: Well, then you never…
WEBERMAN: I'm not talking about Woodstock.
DYLAN: seen those kind of things
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WEBERMAN: I'm not talking about a free concert, man. I'm

not talking about that I'm talking about a benefit, you dig at
Madison Square Garden, or something like that, man.
DYLAN: Go, on let's finish the article.
WEBERMAN: (pause) Uh, you know 'but I don t have my thing
together. Bullshit.
DYLAN: Uh, no, no we're going to change that
WEBERMAN: Uh, right, right uh, somp'n in what you said
before but, you gotta 'all you gotta do is show up and plunk
your guitar then a hundred thousand freaks will come hear the
duh-duh-duh Sorry, Al I can t do it. But I will write a song about
political prisoners on my next album. I don t want promises for
nine months later. I wanna see some action, now. See, Bob
you set the trends in rock and if you become, like, a human
being a lot of other performers will go along. (pause) The sun
had set and Dylan's wife had called him for dinner on the
phone and…
DYLAN: Oh, that that whole last paragraph that, man I didn’t
think that was necessary.
WEBERMAN: Bob gave me his phone number and asked me
to call him when I'm on the radio or if something comes up.
Ever hear me on the radio, Bob? Just a couple of times on
Alex Bennett's show I dug it when he asked if you had any
personal messages for me. What do you think of Bob Fass?
He's a revolutionary brother, but he don't dig it when I attack
you cause you were an old friend of his. Well, Al, so long Uh,
one more thing you’re not gonna get into my life Why?
DYLAN: (breath) Those two sentences, man. I don't get them
at all. I don't understand them, even…
WEBERMAN: why, if you do, I might gain a soul.
DYLAN: Yeah, well, that's shit those last two sentences. I
don't think I said that.
WEBERMAN: Yes, you did. That's just what you said, man.
You said, You’re not gonna get into my life I said, Why? then
you said, If you do, I might gain a soul.
DYLAN: I don't understand that, do you?
WEBERMAN: (pause) Uhh I don't know I don't know it could
be looked at in a number of ways, man you could
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DYLAN: Yeah, why don't you d'why don t you take it out of
your article and look at it in a number of ways and let s d'uh
you know, and roll it around awhile and then when you when
we know what it means why don't you tell me, and then ah,
let's see if it's worth putting in an article
WEBERMAN: (pause) Uh --
DYLAN: Is that fair? I don t know what it means man.
WEBERMAN: So, how would you have me in the article?
DYLAN: I don't know. It's your article. (pause) Shit, I mean
WEBERMAN: I just lost you. All right, man like, uh
DYLAN: I don't know.
WEBERMAN: but that's what happened during our…
DYLAN: I know that's what happened.
WEBERMAN: first conversation
DYLAN: But that ain't what happened, man like, that last, uh --
that last sentence don't end any article -- you know that. That
didn’t happen like that. I remember
WEBERMAN: all right --
DYLAN: saying something like that, but it didn't have anything
to do with how you're using it -- you're just taking it out of
context.
WEBERMAN: saytin now…
DYLAN: Then you’re like some --
WEBERMAN: All right --
DYLAN: fucking Look Magazine --
WEBERMAN: -- you want me to put it into context -- you
wanta do it back kinda -- then I say, Is that a threat? -- and
then you say, you know -- no, it is, but I know people who can
kill you -- that's what I remembered --
DYLAN: Oh no man!
WEBERMAN: or something like that, man.
DYLAN: No!
WEBERMAN: I was very paranoid in a very paranoid mood,
man.
DYLAN: Well, don't take it out on me, man. I mean, come on.
WEBERMAN: Well, that's why I changed it around, man. I don
t have you, uh comin' on like that. That's why I took it out, you
know so, I left it I left it other interpretation I might gain a soul.
You couldn't
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DYLAN: I don't want to say that, man.

WEBERMAN: you couldn’t?
DYLAN: 'cause I don't that sounds shitty.
WEBERMAN: that
DYLAN: what the
WEBERMAN: that's so fucking quotable, man
DYLAN: W-what does that mean I mean, like, I eh, uh that
don't aaoh it leaves me cold, man like, uh it’s, uh doesn’t even
sound like me.
WEBERMAN: But you said it those are your exact words.
DYLAN: I gained a soul uh, what could that mean?
WEBERMAN: Man, you know you ought'a stand behind things
that you say.
DYLAN: (breath) Yeah, man, but I that was taken
WEBERMAN: that's the truth
DYLAN: right outta, right out of I do stand behind most of what
I say, man -- but you know, a lot of times you just say stuff,
you know
WEBERMAN: No, you don't stand behind anything you say,
man.
DYLAN: Sure, I do sure, I do. I just don’t dig it
WEBERMAN: You don’t stand behind your old songs and
that’s for sure --
DYLAN: Man, I'm gonna do an article on you, man. I think I'm
gonna write a song about you, too.
WEBERMAN: Well, I could use the publicity.
DYLAN: Yeah, well that s one reason why I wouldn’t, man.
WEBERMAN: (laughter)
DYLAN: but, uh
WEBERMAN: (laughter)
DYLAN: I got a good song, man if I ever want to do one
WEBERMAN: What’s it called?
DYLAN: It’s called "Pig"
WEBERMAN: I'm a pig, eh?
DYLAN: yeah.
WEBERMAN: Aw, bullshit, I'm a --
DYLAN: yeah, man
WEBERMAN: pig, man
DYLAN: yeah, man
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WEBERMAN: You’re the one who's a pig --

DYLAN: Oh, no not at all.
WEBERMAN: Oh, yeah
DYLAN: not at all, (laugh) man not at all. I don't think I'm
gonna write it, though just because of that publicity thing. I
don't dig that at all. But, I got the song, man.
WEBERMAN: You’re killing me.
DYLAN: I'll sing it for you. (pause) Well, I don't have it finished,
actually -- but, uh
WEBERMAN: I'm a pig, man?
DYLAN: hey, man
WEBERMAN: I don't have a million fucking dollars, man.
DYLAN: I does that d'uh wait what does that have to do with
it?
WEBERMAN: Cause you have a million fucking dollars, man.
See, you ain’t you ain't that much better than the cat who --
DYLAN: (breath)
WEBERMAN: has nothing, man. You dig it the cat who's
walking around the bowery, man it s true, like you know
DYLAN: (whisper) what
WEBERMAN: in some ways you're better, but you ain't a
million dollars better worth you know what I mean? Like, in
times like this like, you know, when you have a million dollars
in this society, man it means, that other people don't have it
you know (pause) uh don't you dig what I mean nobody should
have, like a million dollars, man nobody should be allowed to
accumulate that much wealth you know that much surplus
wealth when, uh people, uh, when there are other people
around that don t have shit. You know and not 'cause 'cause
of their fuckin' skin color, man not because of, uh of anything
else 'cause they're despised 'cause they are not like straights
like hate anyone who’s different than them in any kind of a
way…
DYLAN: ay a
WEBERMAN: right?
DYLAN: yeah, man I think you’re over you're overlooking
WEBERMAN: no! I’m telling you, man.
DYLAN: a lot, man. You're overlooking a lot.
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WEBERMAN: I've had friends, man I've had friends that got a
lotta money together you know and, uh, I told them, man you
you should put some of this fuckin' money back in the
community most of it enough that, you know keep enough so
that you can live decently but don't fuckin' uh you know, they
didn't have peanuts compared to you, man. You know, and
you I told them to go fuck themselves if they're gonna fuckin'
rip off, uh the, you know people not putting anything back but
you're just a capitalist that's all, man. 'Cept, instead of
producing, uh you know, yah instead of producing, uh uh,
cars, or guns you produce, uh you know records music.
DYLAN: Hey man, that's, uh that's something, though.
WEBERMAN: It’s somp'n, man but lately, it's nothin.
DYLAN: (pthtt)
WEBERMAN: but not only do you keep the money, but you
the lyrics themselves have no kind of, uh redeeming value
you're they're just in fact, they're reactionary you know. You're
just, uh every all the shit is hitting the fuckin' fan and you're
singin' it looks like nothin' but rain you know uh
DYLAN: that's a good song, man.
WEBERMAN: What are you?
DYLAN: like
WEBERMAN: a weatherman?
DYLAN: a what?
WEBERMAN: a weatherman?
DYLAN: do you mind?
WEBERMAN: looks like nothin but rain
DYLAN: (laugh)
WEBERMAN: but I wanted, uh if I want to fuckin , uh
DYLAN: is your tape recorder still on, man?
WEBERMAN: and it
DYLAN: is it still running?
WEBERMAN: yeah.
DYLAN: Oh, it didn't break down?
WEBERMAN: Uh no, no it's it's a good one.
DYLAN: Yeah well, I ain't gonna call you no more, man just
because of that. I mean I don't trust yah.
WEBERMAN: Why, wuh don't tell me you didn't tape record
my conversation?
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DYLAN: No, man, I would, uh

WEBERMAN: any conversations with me, man
DYLAN: no, what do I want to do that for?
WEBERMAN: You asked your secretary to tape record a
conversation with me.
DYLAN: She’s not into that.
WEBERMAN: She is man.
DYLAN: Nah. Come on.
WEBERMAN: I heard a click.
DYLAN: Oh come on. Well her phone’s probably tapped that’s
all.
WEBERMAN: Her phone’s isn’t tapped. The government they
love you man they love you. I’m surprised Nixon didn’t call you
instead of Johnny Cash to ah...
DYLAN: I am too man. (laughs)
WEBERMAN: It’s like ah
DYLAN: Yeah.
WEBERMAN: Ah you know I was talking to her she says I call
up the television going she says let me get myself together
DYLAN: She was probably using another phone.
WEBERMAN: I told her we must be on a party line with Jose
Greco.
DYLAN: She didn’t tape you man.
WEBERMAN: Yeah, she taped me, I heard the click she’s
incompetent. Then she flipped out thought I was gonna take
her to court or something she is so straight. I didn’t do it, I
would never do it in a million years cause I caught her
committing an illegal act.
DYLAN: Oh wow.
WEBERMAN: Whatever the scene is man like a there were a
couple of women from ah woman’s lib. Ah militant women
staying over at my place and I played that tape for them man
and they started yelling at me! They said I shouldn’t have
attacked Naomi cause she was a woman.
DYLAN: That’s true man.
WEBERMAN: And it wasn’t her fault if she was a man maybe
she would have been Dylan not just Dylan’s secretary.
DYLAN: You shouldn’t go round taping people man. I mean
that just make you no better, that just puts you in the same
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league with all the with all the government phone tappers. Not
only that but you go through garbage like a pig, you know.
WEBERMAN: I don’t go through garbage like a pig, what I was
doing was a good thing
DYLAN: You tap phones, you go through garbage like a pig
you do a lot of things man which really aren’t on the up and
up.
WEBERMAN: yeah
DYLAN: No man they’re not on the up and up
WEBERMAN: You pick all these things out. But what did I do
with man? I may have gone through your garbage man but I
didn’t sell it to Life Magazine.
DYLAN: You think Life Magazine is gonna buy my garbage?
WEBERMAN: I haven’t printed it up yet and made a book out
of it. Dylan’s garbage’s collected works.
DYLAN: You must get money from all these magazines that
you ah send articles to.
WEBERMAN: No, I’m not like you man, I send out all my
articles for free ya dig cause I believe things should be free
and I’m gonna start the ball rollin’ with my articles. Right. So I
send them all out for free. I get all these letters thanks a lot
Weberman, we love ya, that’s all I want to hear man. When
I’m fucking starving you know then I’ll have to figure out some
way to get money. I’d get a fucking job as a dishwasher in the
Café Wha or something like that. Man you know and I’ll still
send out my articles for free. That’s what I chosen to do.
DYLAN: Well God bless you.
WEBERMAN: You know how much money I made from
Dylanology? Like twenty-five dollars three years ago from
EVO around Christmas time. And I’m proud of it man.
DYLAN: No reason not to be.
WEBERMAN: And like I send out my articles for free and ah.
So going through your garbage. What I was trying to do with
that man was make you look ridiculous and vulnerable man.
Because like there are so many people who are like unhappy
with you and what you are doing man. All the people in rock. I
listen to the songs over and over again man and you made so
many people unhappy.
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DYLAN: Made them happy too. Made them happy too. I made
them more happy than unhappy.
WEBERMAN: Yeah that’s what John Lennon says but…
DYLAN: What did he say, say that again.
WEBERMAN: And in the end the love that you take will equal
the love that you make. Or the love that you make will be
bigger than the love that you take. Ah that’s true like you never
really renounced any of the old songs except implicitly. You
know ah what can I tell you man like you know…
DYLAN: I think you outta expand your thing man like if you
took some of that energy and spread it out a little bit you could
get, you know, you could get involved in a whole new thing.
WEBERMAN: Dylanology is working out fine for me.
DYLAN: I don’t know if there is going to be enough there man.
I mean just to be honest with ya I mean there is I mean after
you getcha
WEBERMAN: I can interpret Creedence man, I can interpret
the Beatles, the Stones
DYLAN: I’m not trying to tell you what to do but ah
WEBERMAN: The only thing is it all fucking comes back to
you. To Dylanology. I go into, I play these new records man I
hear ah
DYLAN: You know why it always come back to me man,
because like they’re not doing what I’m doing that’s all it
comes back
WEBERMAN: Did you hear Creedences new record?
DYLAN: No I haven’t.
WEBERMAN: They have all these references to you there
man.
DYLAN: What does he say about that? What is what is What’s
his name?
WEBERMAN: He’ll deny it man.
DYLAN: Why would he deny it? Why….
WEBERMAN: It’s a secret language man. He’s not gonna say
it because why because it says you’re a junkie man. Yeah,
he’s not gonna say Dylan’s a junkie and we don’t dig it
because its informing.
DYLAN: Why don’t you go out and meet with him face to face
about it.
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WEBERMAN: Because they won’t see me.

DYLAN: Well see him when he comes to the city. Just go up
and pound on his door man.
WEBERMAN: He can deny his ass off, he can deny his ass off
from today until tomorrow
DYLAN: What if I deny it all. I’ve denied a lot of it to you too.
WEBERMAN: So everybody can deny it. As long as you don’t
come up with another system that’s more complicated and
makes more sense as far as I’m concerned mine stands. My
system stands. You see what I mean?
DYLAN: No.
WEBERMAN: It’s like you can tell me it doesn’t mean anything
but okay I have all this fucking information you know like a and
that’s what I work on the information. All this is secondary. I
haven’t even read the Lennon interview in Rolling Stone. I
don’t take these things seriously. All I do is read, all I do is
listen to the lyrics and interpret them. I know what the fuck is
happening man. And it’s a drag. And everybody else thinks it’s
a drag and I don’t see how you could like…
DYLAN: Who’s this everybody else man?
WEBERMAN: Everybody else thinks it’s a drag?
DYLAN: Who everyone on your block or?
WEBERMAN: Everyone on the street.
DYLAN: What street? Second Avenue. First Street?
WEBERMAN: The mass media.
DYLAN: What mass media man?
WEBERMAN: The mass media man. The records. The
telephone.
DYLAN: Wow.
WEBERMAN: Speaking of knocking on someone’s door man.
One time I was trying to find John Lennon I knew this woman
who works in a booking agency. She says I know where John
Lennon is. So we go up there nobody’s home. I leave this note
under the door. There’s a friendly stranger would like to talk to
you about your dreams. This fucking business man calls up
my old lady and says what is this shit, a friendly stranger
wants to talk to me about my dreams. My dreams are of a
sexual nature.
DYLAN: Who said that?
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WEBERMAN: Just some guy this woman got the room

Lennon’s room mixed up.
DYLAN: Ah
WEBERMAN: It wasn’t Lennon’s room. I stuck this note under
his door in what I think is the secret language of rock. This guy
didn’t know about it being a conventioneer in the food industry.
DYLAN: (bored) Oh Yeah, otta sight.
WEBERMAN: It gets you into trouble sometimes.
DYLAN: Yeah it must.
WEBERMAN: But ah I know its happenin’ man and ah I have
so much information…
DYLAN: So why don’t you just get a guitar man and write yer
songs yourself man.
WEBERMAN: Because there’s need for critics like myself
man. There is a need for someone like myself. Nobody else is
doing it.
DYLAN: Ah but you’re so extreme man you’re so extreme. I
mean you’re off on one end.
WEBERMAN: I consider that a compliment man.
DYLAN: There’s no on like there’s no one balancing your
other end.
WEBERMAN: The other lame rock critics.
DYLAN: No man, they are all in the middle man. There’s no
one
WEBERMAN: Griel Marcus says I’m full of shit. All the other
rock critics say I’m full of shit. They’re full of shit. They’re
corrupt.
DYLAN: Greil Marcus is or isn’t did you say?
WEBERMAN: He’s full of shit.
DYLAN: Yeah, I think so too.
WEBERMAN: Anyway like
DYLAN: Did you see the thing he wrote about Self Portrait?
WEBERMAN: I didn’t read it.
DYLAN: That was really full of shit man.
WEBERMAN: Ah, he’s a prick man. He’s in cahoots with
Grossman.
DYLAN: Is he? (excitedly)
WEBERMAN: I think so man. I think he gets tapes from I says
Greil can I have a fucking tape from you man. I want the outs
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from the basement tape I’m Not There, Clothes Line. That
series. He says ah I have to call Sam Gordon and ask him. I
says what? Is this one big fucking conspiracy man, you know?
DYLAN: Oh wow. (like he doesn’t really believe it)
WEBERMAN: He’s says no no I didn’t get them from Sam
Gordon but I got to call him anyway and ask him if I can give
them to you.
DYLAN: Oh man.
WEBERMAN: Finally I got them out of the office by hook or by
crook, I got them eventually myself but fucking Greil Marcus
wouldn’t give them to me. He’s a cocksucker man. All the
tapes he has he hoards his tapes. He hoards em doesn’t give
them out to anybody keeps them among the elite whatever he
considers to be the elite. So fuck him. He balances me out.
Jann Wenner balances me out man. They would never print
my stuff in Rolling Stone in a million years. Let’s see who
else? David Walley. Every other rock critic is balancing me out
man. You know…I’m going up to New Haven, Conn. tonight.
DYLAN: Oh yeah for what?
WEBERMAN: With David Peel. We’re gonna be on the radio
there.
DYLAN: On Dylanology?
WEBERMAN: Dylanology? Yeah, Dylanology.
DYLAN: In New Haven?
WEBERMAN: New Haven Yale. I got a lotta friends up there.
DYLAN: Jesus man. (fades)
WEBERMAN: Any messages for New Haven?
DYLAN: No man not really but don’t ah don’t get, you know,
about ah, I don’t know man, I have no messages really you
know not really I don’t really care it don’t matter to me man like
it just ah (fades)…
WEBERMAN: No more messages anymore.
DYLAN: Huh?
WEBERMAN: No more messages anymore.
DYLAN: Oh. What do you mean?
WEBERMAN: Messages you know like message songs you
know.
DYLAN: Oh well
WEBERMAN: Remember those?
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DYLAN: Yeah man I remember them. Umm. They were just

messages to me though. I told Scaduto that.
WEBERMAN: You talked to Scaduto.
DYLAN: Yeah I did. I told him that. And that knocked, that
flipped him out man. He had no idea about that. That just
wiped him out. He said he’s gonna have to have to go back
and listen to all those songs.
WEBERMAN: Well man I wish him luck man. Tell him also to
change his lifestyle if he wants to understand em.
DYLAN: Yeah I saw…
WEBERMAN: Like hat’s the scene man..
DYLAN: How much time you have tonight on Dylanology?
WEBERMAN: All night.
DYLAN: You got all night. What is it underground radio?
WEBERMAN: College No, no it’s a stereo station. Big fuckin
Yale Station.
DYLAN: Yale College
WEBERMAN: last time I was there I was fucking gassed. I
was being fucking gassed by the pigs. Wait a minute but I’m a
pig.
DYLAN: Yeah you are. Is it all on Dylanology man?
WEBERMAN: Wait a minute I’m not a pig man.
DYLAN: Of course you are man, of course you’re a pig.
WEBERMAN: Cause I went through your garbage…
WEBERMAN: Cause I vamped on a fuckin pig?
DYLAN: More than that. You’re a pig mentality yeah.
WEBERMAN: How am I a pig mentality?
DYLAN: Shit man if I was a kid growing up man I’d have to
look out for you. I would keep my eyes open for you. If I was a
kid growing up. I’d make sure whatever street I went down I’d
have to go on the other side of the street when you came
down man.
WEBERMAN: Yeah, sure man.
DYLAN: I got em covered man. I had em covered since I was
a little kid.
WEBERMAN: I’m fighting against the fucking pigs I’m not a
pig myself man.
DYLAN: You’re a pig mentality man. Mentality is what makes
a pig.
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WEBERMAN: I wouldn’t have gone through your garbage man

I told…
DYLAN: Shit you might as well just put a badge on you. You
might as well just wear a badge. Wear it on your leather coat
just a little badge right above your heart there.
WEBERMAN: I do man my button that’s my badge. Like ah
That’s really not true man. And I’m not gonna take it seriously
comin’ from you. Comin from somebody who write songs like
you write man.
DYLAN: Alright man. Who writes better songs than I do. Name
me somebody.
WEBERMAN: I can name you a hundred fucking people…
DYLAN: Oh come on. Ya can’t ya know you can’t.
WEBERMAN: Ah, let’s see ah Creedence Clearwater.
DYLAN: Oh bullshit.
WEBERMAN: I think Memo to Turner was as good as ah
DYLAN: Oh it’s just a bunch of faggot bullshit all wrapped up
in about two or three lines and then dumped out.
WEBERMAN: You’re the one he calls a faggot in there man.
He says there’s a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece
of stick.
DYLAN: He’s talking about himself man.
WEBERMAN: No he’s not he’s talking about you man.
DYLAN: Oh get out of here.
WEBERMAN: And ah let’s see Gordon Lightfoot ain’t bad.
DYLAN: Huh?
WEBERMAN: Gordon Lightfoot aint bad.
DYLAN: Yeah. He’s alright.
WEBERMAN: He writes good songs. Let’s see there was
some cat I was doing my concordance who uses a lot of
imagery like Tarantula. Barbara Keith.
DYLAN: Ah no.
WEBERMAN: Ken Lauber.
DYLAN: He’s alright. He’s good.
WEBERMAN: Jack Elliot.
DYLAN: Jack doesn’t write songs.
WEBERMAN: John Lennon.
DYLAN: No never.
WEBERMAN: George Harrison?
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DYLAN: mmmm maybe.

WEBERMAN: Jim McGuinn
DYLAN: Never.
WEBERMAN: Procol Harum. Keith Reid. What’s his name?
DYLAN: Well there all alright.
WEBERMAN: Bunch of fucking junkies.
DYLAN: Yeah, I guess so, if you say so.
WEBERMAN: How about Grace Slick? Too political.
DYLAN: I don’t know. Does she write stuff?
WEBERMAN: Sure. Too political man.
DYLAN: Probably if you say.
WEBERMAN: Country Joe, Phil Ochs too political. They’re
lame man. They’re writing songs about what’s going down
now, that’s nowhere, that’s a bunch of assholes do that kind of
shit man. What you gotta do is write songs about what went
down thirty years ago in the fuckin escapist music industry.
That’s where it’s at man. Because people dying, being fucked
up is really a good thing. They may not know it, you know they
may not understand it when it’s happening to them but it’s
really a good thing and we should let it happen and the last
thing in the world that you want to do is say something about
it. Because then, especially you know if you have a lot of
influence because then people might begin to think you know
and ah you don’t want that to happen man because if people
begin to think maybe they’ll stop buying your records. Your
later records, you know.
DYLAN: And that’s gonna make me think?
WEBERMAN: Its gonna make people think man. You’re
fucking irrational. Nothing is gonna happen to you if you speak
out man. You know, nothing is gonna happen to ya.
DYLAN: Hey dig it I’ve got to go.
WEBERMAN: Okay.
DYLAN: Did we get it straightened out about the interview or
the article?
WEBERMAN: I will change all the stuff you want me to change
and then I will mail it out.
DYLAN: Where’s it gonna be?
WEBERMAN: Where’s it gonna be?
DYLAN: Yes.
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WEBERMAN: It’s going to every underground newspaper in

America. For free.
DYLAN: Wow. Hye can I When are you gonna mail them out.
WEBERMAN: Monday.
DYLAN: What time?
WEBERMAN: Well I’m not doing it. UPS is doing it.
Underground Press Syndicate. They are like a White Panther
type operation.
DYLAN: Could I see it after you make the corrections.
WEBERMAN: Sure, sure.
DYLAN: Okay
WEBERMAN: Monday.
DYLAN: What time?
WEBERMAN: Any time that is convenient for you.
DYLAN: Could you bring it by like
WEBERMAN: I have to pick up some buttons on Monday.
DYLAN: Oh yeah.
WEBERMAN: I’m getting some buttons printed up.
DYLAN: Who? What does it say on the buttons?
WEBERMAN: FREE BOB DYLAN
DYLAN: That’s far out man.
WEBERMAN: DLF
DYLAN: I having some buttons made up for you too man.
WEBERMAN: “OFF AJ WEBERMAN”
DYLAN: No man.
WEBERMAN: “A. J. THE PIG”
DYLAN: A.J. THE PIG right.
WEBERMAN: Well you know
DYLAN: I’m just gonna have pig man with a picture of you on
it.
WEBERMAN: Ha ha where you get the picture of me?
DYLAN: I’m gonna take it out of an underground newspaper.
WEBERMAN: Well…
DYLAN: It’s okay man. You’ll live through it.
WEBERMAN: You don’t have my permission to use that
picture.
DYLAN: You don’t have my permission to do any of this shit
man.
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WEBERMAN: I don’t? Holy shit what am I gonna do I gotten

fuckin take my bank account out and put it in a safe deposit
box in case I get sued.
DYLAN: Nah, you don’t get sued. But you’ll live through it. I’m
sure you’re gonna live through all of it.
WEBERMAN: Ah I hope so man.
DYLAN: Yeah, you will it won’t be nothin just you know it’ll be
good for you man, it will be good for you.
WEBERMAN: What will be good for me?
DYLAN: Having your picture with pig written on it. You know,
you know.
WEBERMAN: I’m not a pig man, I don’t see how you can
fucking call me a pig.
DYLAN: Ah come on. Don’t give me that.
WEBERMAN: I fucking fight man.
DYLAN: You fight, you only to go through my garbage man.
WEBERMAN: Yeah but a lot of people believe you’ve become
a pig man.
DYLAN: So.
WEBERMAN: And here I am a Dylanologist
DYLAN: A Dylanologist pig man.
WEBERMAN: In a certain position, in a certain position where
I can do a number on a cat who’s become a pig man who’s
become a fucking sell out ya dig? Like that’s the way it goes
man. You write all these songs some jerk is gonna fucking
believe them man and he’s gonna get pissed off when he finds
out you didn’t believe em or don’t believe them anymore.
DYLAN: I believe em.
WEBERMAN: Like ah
DYLAN: I’ll see you later man. Like Monday.
WEBERMAN: Monday.
DYLAN: Alright bye .
THE RACIST SONGS
BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND 1962 EARLY TRANSLATION
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How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
“How many roads” how many courses or paths in life: the road
to riches “must a man” must a Blackman “walk down” take
such as the creation of slums, generations of single welfare
mothers, dangerous public schools, engaging in rape, murder,
theft, corruption “Before you call him a man?” before the
Whites realize that the Black is a genetically challenged
individual who can never amount to anything more than a
male servant, a subordinate, “man” as in ‘Man Friday’ which in
reality is more like a “boy” (unless “man” had two meanings
the first two lines of Blowin’ In The Wind are redundant
because he is already a man, so why not call him that to begin
with?) “Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail” yes
and how long will it take before White supremacist apartheid
(who ever heard of a black dove?) that brought racial peace
and stability to South Africa, sails effortlessly across the ocean
to America. “Before she sleeps in the sand?” and becomes a
part of America history? “Yes, 'n' how many times must the
cannonballs fly” yes and how many times must the Blacks
become suddenly enraged, commit gun crimes ‘fly off the
handle’ “Before they're forever banned?” before they are
treated in the same way as South Africa treated its Blacks?
Under the former system of apartheid, “banned” meant to
deprive a person suspected of illegal activity of the right of free
movement and association with others “The answer” the
answer to the ‘Negro question’ in America “my friend” one who
supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or
movement: friends of the civil rights movement “is blowin'” is
spreading “in the wind” in something that destroys “wind” as in
‘the winds of war.’ On another level the answer is to treat
Blacks just as they did in the Old South, the answer is in White
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vigilantism, lynch ‘em and let ‘em blow (cause to move by

means of a current of air) in the wind because that is the only
language these vicious animals understand! This is a variation
of Billie Holliday’s song Strange Fruit,
Southern trees bear a strange fruit / Blood on the leaves and

blood at the root / Black bodies swinging in the southern
breeze / Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
“Roads” as ways and courses of action; Playboys and

Playgirls 1962, “Your insane” your immoderate and wild
“tongues” language, rhetoric, “of war talk ain't a-gonna guide
my road.” Song to Woody, 1962 “I’m walking a road other men
have gone down.” I am trying to master a path in life of that of
a folksinger as so many others have done in the past. Also
“roads” as John Cecil Rhodes a mining magnate and politician
in South Africa and a violent and brutal racist who used forced
labor tactics as a means of founding De Beers Diamonds.
Dylan would adopt “diamond” as his symbol for apartheid and
South Africa.
“Walk” as live; Ballad of Donald White, “But the jails they were
too crowded, / Institutions overflowed / So they turned me
loose to walk upon / Life's hurried tangled road.” All Over You
1962, “You made me to a walkin' wreck” you made me into a
living wreck.
“Sea” as America; God Bless America, “from sea to shining

sea.” In the Summertime 1981, “By that soft and shining sea.”
When The Ship Comes In 1963, “And the chains of the sea
would have busted in the night” and the present restraints
preventing the American working class from getting it’s just
due would be thrown off “and be buried on the bottom of the
ocean” and will never return after the Communist revolution.
Emmett Till 1962 “While Emmett's body floats the foam of a
Jim Crow southern sea” while Emmett is a corpse because of
the intense anger and rage of America’s segregated South.
Emmett Till came to Mississippi from Chicago only to be
mutilated and murdered for ogling a White woman.
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“Sleep” as co-exist with, be comfortable with; You’re No Good

1962, “You got the ways of a Devil sleeping in a lion's den.”
Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under the
Ground 1962, “Let me sleep in your meadows with the green
grassy leaves” let me co-exist in America with great books of
poetry such as Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass “Let me walk
down the highway with my brother in peace.” Tomorrow is a
Long Time 1962, “only if she was lying by me I would lie in my
bed once again.” Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “an' I'm still
on that road, Jim / I'm still sleepin' at night by its side.”
“Sand” as history; Chronicles, “Ray Gooch wasn't like that; He

wasn't somebody who would leave any footprints on the sands
of time, but there was something special about him.” To the
Left in Tears of Rage 1968,
We pointed out the way to go

And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
“We pointed out the way to go” we told you that you should
move in the direction of the Right “And scratched your name in
sand” and tried to cancel (“scratched” as in the horse was
scratched from the race) any major role you would play in
history “But you just thought it was nothing more than a place”
but you just thought it was nothing more than a suitable setting
and occasion “for you to stand” for you to stand the test of
time, to endure and to take a stand on certain key issues.
“Cannonball” as a “crazy Black” I’m In The Mood For You

1962,
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I’m gonna sleep in my pony’s stall

Sometimes I’m in the mood, I ain’t gonna do nothin’ at all
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna fly like a cannonball
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
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“Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna sleep in my pony's

stall” sometimes I am content to be continually drunk in a bar,
“stall” booth, cubicle, or stand used by a vendor “Sometimes
I'm in the mood, I ain't gonna do nothin' at all” sometimes I am
in the mood to be a shiftless urban Negro on welfare
“Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna fly like a cannonball”
sometimes I want to fly off the handle and commit a violent
gun crime like the Blacks do.
“Pony” as intoxicant, a glass for beer and liquor; Last

Thoughts on Woody Guthrie 1961, “And tomorrow's mornin'
seems so far away / And you feel the reins” restraint and
control “from yer pony are slippin'.” New Pony 1978, “I had a
pony, her name was Lucifer.”
More “cannonball” as violence prone Black: The Weight 1967,

“Catch a cannonball now” find a Black heroin dealer, catch a
Black by the toe “t'take me down the line” so I can lay out a
few lines of smack to snort “My bag” my glassine bag of dope
“is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time.” Mary and the Soldier
1993, “Perhaps in battle I might fall / From a shot from an
angry cannonball.”
“Blow” as to move along or be carried by or as if by the wind -

idiom: it’s in the wind, it’s spreading rapidly; Last Thoughts on
Woody Guthrie 1961, “You need a cyclone wind” you need a
destructive force “on a steam engine howler” that will drown
out others songs, howl down a performer “that's been
banging” slang: causing a sense of excitement; a thrill “and
booming” and suddenly increasing, as in popularity “and
blowing forever” and spreading forever. Worried Blues 1962,
“I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow.”
Go Away You Bomb 1962, “I want it blowin' from every pore.”

Brownsville Girl 1986 “And you know it blows right through me
like a ball and chain.”
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Note: when Dylan’s liberal fans heard the word “wind” in

Blowin In The Wind it was defined as a tendency; a trend: the
winds of change. Blowin In The Wind continues,
How many years can a mountain exist

Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
“How many years can a mountain exist” how much longer can
the mountainous problem of the Negro be allowed to exist
“Before it's washed” before it is “washed” it is eliminated as
unsatisfactory: a football player who was washed out. Also
“wash” as to rid of corruption or guilt; cleanse or purify. Finally
to be carried away, removed, or drawn by the action of water
“to the sea?” how many years will the problem of the Negro
plague America before they are herded on to a boat and
forced to make the long voyage across the sea back to Africa
where they can join their fellow savages! American Nazi Party
leader George Lincoln Rockwell offered free passage back to
Africa for Blacks and created mock one-way steamship tickets
to this affect. “Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist”
how many years will America allow poor Blacks to live at a
minimal wage level; subsist “Before they're allowed to be
free?” before they are allowed to receive free money, an
allowance, through the welfare system “Yes, 'n' how many
times can a man turn” yes an how many times can a man
change “his head” his leader, the United States President
“Pretending he just doesn't see?” fooling himself into believing
that this is not the truth about Blacks and electing a liberal
Democrat or middle of the road Republican rather than a
Dixiecrat or a Goldwaterite Republican. Also “pretend” as one
who sets forth a false claim to a throne.
“Mountains” as problems: someone who can move mountains

can solve a difficult problem. Beyond Here Lies Nothin' 2009,
“Beyond here lies nothin' / But the mountains of the past.” In
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Changin of the Guard 1978 Dylan wrote this to the Communist

Party, “I've moved your mountains” I’ve helped you with your
problems like gaining acceptance with the American people
“and marked your cards” and gotten you members who
became card-carrying Communists.
Just as he did in Blowin’ In The Wind 1963, Dylan expressed

his beliefs about Blacks and welfare in Chronicles. This time
he quoted the Nazi David Duke:
The ex-Klansman David Duke from Metairie in Jefferson
Parish had been elected to the Louisiana State House of
welfare wasn't working and that workfare would be better;
either. I hadn't seen Duke before; he looked like a movie star.
David Duke is still a Klan member so Dylan is whitewashing

him. What other things does he agree with Duke on? Judging
from his admiration for Klansman David Duke Dylan probably
agrees with Duke that Emmitt Till got what was coming to him
for even thinking of defiling a Southern Belle. Chronicles
contains this oblique reference to the Klan, “The past doesn't
pass away so quickly here” in Louisiana “You could be dead
for a long time” they will still kill you here “The ghosts” the
Klansmen “race towards the light” race toward the burning
cross “you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits”
“spirits” the essential nature of a group, worked-up crackers
“all determined to get somewhere” determined not to let an
inferior race bring them down to their level.
Dylan expressed similar sentiments about shipping the Blacks

back to Africa in Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964,
but where is the party t' dump the feelings

of the fiery cross burners
an' flamin' match carriers?
if there was such a party
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they would've been dumped

long before this …who is supposed
t' dump 'em now?
“but where is the party t' dump” but where is the party to
discharge, express “the feelings of the fiery cross burners” the
feelings of the Invisible Knights of the Ku Klux Klan “an'
flamin'” and overt as in “flamin’ faggot” “match” those who are
alike with respect to specified qualities “carriers” “carrier”
genetics an individual that carries one gene for a particular
recessive trait. A carrier does not express the trait but, when
mated with another carrier, can produce offspring that do “if
there was such a party” if there were such a racist party “they
would've been dumped long before this” the Blacks would
have taken out in a boat and dumped in the middle of the
ocean a long time ago “…who is supposed t' dump 'em now?”
who is supposed to do this now, in the age of Civil Rights?
Blowin’ In The Wind continues:
How many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
“How many times must a man look up” how many times must
the Whiteman look to God and pray for a better life “Before he
can see the sky?” before God will grant it to him “Yes, 'n' how
many ears must one man have?” and how much sympathy, as
in ‘lend a sympathetic ear’ must “one man” God Almighty have
“Before he can hear people cry?” before he can hear prayers
of the White people to save them from the Blacks “Yes, 'n'
how many deaths will it take till he knows” yes and how many
Black on White homicides will it take until He learns “That too
many people have died?” that too many White people, not a
bunch of nappy-headed Black gang-banging criminals, have
been murdered. The answer my friend is to revert back to the
times of vigilantism.
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Satan was happier than Dylan on smack. His flunky had

written the National Anthem of the Civil Rights Movement,
Blowin’ In The Wind, and had embedded racist thought in it.
The Devil feared not that anyone would catch on to this due to
the fact it was beyond most ordinary people’s comprehension,
including that of this Dylanologist. In 1963 I got hooked on
Dylan after listening to this next poem thinking it contained a
leftwing anti-racist message.
HARD RAIN 1962
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
“Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?” Oh where

have you been Bob Dylan with the ostensibly anti-slavery
thinking? Oh where have you been my Aryan-featured son?
“Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?” oh, where
have you been you who is greatly liked and preferred in
America? “I've stumbled” I have fallen into evil ways “on the
side of” on the wrong side of “twelve misty mountains” a dozen
obscured and blurred, as if by a mist arising from a hidden
source like Communism, major problems “I've walked” I’ve
lived, worked, taken a path in life “and I've crawled” and I’ve
advanced slowly, feebly, laboriously, with frequent stops “on
six crooked” on half a dozen dishonest, crooked, criminal
“highways” public venues such as those in Greenwich Village
run by the Mafia “I've stepped” I have taken one of a series of
actions taken to achieve a goal “in the middle” in the interior
portion, the inner part “of seven sad” of numerous deplorable;
sorry “forests” cities that are being overrun by Blacks “I've
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been out in front of a dozen dead oceans” I have been the

opening act for dozens of performers who were not
commercially productive; they were idle, dead capital “I've
been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard” I have
composed and sung songs without conviction ‘mouthed empty
words’ and I have been almost swallowed up by a place where
worn-out and obsolete objects are kept; ‘a folk music
graveyard.’ Also “mouth” as a natural opening, as the part of a
stream or river that empties into a larger body of water or the
entrance to a harbor – this, combined with “graveyard” is
another reference to Bob’s suicide attempt. “And it's a hard”
and it’s a resistant to persuasion and appeal, obdurate “rain
gonna fall” hatred gonna fall on these people that I met in my
journey.
“Blue” as anti-slavery, the Civil War combatants, the Blues

and Grays; Gypsy Davy 1992,
Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather.
Gave to him her lily-white hand
And said goodbye forever
Bid farewell forever.
“Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves” Dylan rid himself
of his militant anti-slavery pro-Civil Rights boxing gloves “All
made of the finest leather” whose composition was
tantamount to inflicting punishment on himself, “leather” as in
Balzac’s Luck and Leather, a book about a man whose luck
ultimately brings punishment upon him (Dylan referred to it in
Chronicles), “Gave to him her lily-white hand” gave to the
cause of the segregationists his racist, lily-White; Lily
Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts 1974, “Lily was a princess,
she was fair-skinned and precious as a child” “hand” style of
writing “And said goodbye forever / Bid farewell forever” and
Left the race mixin’ commies far behind forever.
“Stumble” as fall into evil ways; In She Belongs To Me 1965

Dylan described sarcastically the CPUSA, “She never
stumbles” she never falls into evil ways “She's got no place to
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fall” because she already is evil “She's nobody's child”

sarcastic; she isn’t a puppet of the Soviet Union “The Law
can't touch her at all” sarcastic; the law can’t come up to her,
reach her; in 1950 a Democratic Congress enacted the
Internal Security Act that required Communists to register with
the attorney general as agents of a foreign power or else they
would be sentenced to serve time in a federal prison. Some
Other Kinds of Songs 1964, to the Left “you speak of rats. /
geese. a world of peace / you stumble stammer / pound your
fist an' i tell you there are no politics.” Heart of Mine 1981,
“Don't let yourself fall” give in to temptation; sin “Don't let
yourself stumble.”
“Misty” as hidden, obscured; Chronicles, “Sometimes you just

want to do things your way, want to see for yourself what lies
behind the misty curtain” sometimes you want to see for
yourself what lies are accepted as truth behind the closed
society of the Iron Curtain countries.
“Crawl” as advance slowly, feebly, laboriously, with frequent

stops; Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964,
“i could make you crawl / if i was payin' attention’ / he said
munchin' a sandwich / in between chess moves / ‘what d' you
wanna make me crawl for?’ / ‘i mean i just could’ / ‘could make
me crawl’ / “yeah, make you crawl!’ / ‘humm, funny guy you
are’ ‘no, i just play t' win, that's all.’
“Highway” as performing before the American public; Standing

on the Highway 1961, “Well, I'm standin' on the highway” I am
enduring this humiliating life in public “Tryin to hold up and be
brave / One roads goin' to the bright lights” one path in life is
going to fame and fortune, the bright lights of Broadway full of
hope and promise “The others goin' down to my grave” and if I
don’t succeed I will commit suicide and voluntarily go to my
grave. Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under
the Ground 1962 “Let me walk down the highway with my
brother in peace.”
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“Bright” as hopeful, ‘Dylan had a bright future.’ Death is Not

the End 1998 “And the bright light of salvation.” Peggy Day
1969, “Peggy night” heroin in the present “makes my future
look so bright.”
“Crooked highway” as public venues leading to nowhere;

Tomorrow is a Long Time 1962, “If today was not an endless
highway” if I didn’t have to perform every day “If tonight was
not a crooked trail” and if the performances didn’t have to be
at a place run by a part time criminal. Fred Neil was the
manager of the Café Wha? Chronicles, “I'd heard stuff about
Fred Neil, that he was an errant sailor, harbored a skiff in
Florida, was an underground cop, had hooker friends and a
shadowy past.” “If tomorrow wasn't such a long time” if my
success was still not such a long ways off “Then lonesome
would mean nothing to me at all” then I wouldn’t give a rats
ass if my true love was no longer with me. Last Thoughts on
Woody Guthrie 1961, “And it ain't in the fifty-star generals” it is
not in Fred Neil, who was in charge of numerous performers at
the Café Wha? “and flipped - out phonies” and the crazy
people he books “Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny”
who are informants for the cops or as Dylan put it in
Chronicles, “underground cops.”
“Forest” as a city; something that resembles a large, dense

growth of trees, as in density, quantity and profusion ‘a forest
of skyscrapers.’ Tarantula, “the opera singers will sing of
YOUR forest & YOUR cities.” Tarantula, “I sang in a forest one
day & someone said it was three O'clock - that nite when i
read the newspaper, i saw that tenement had been set
aflame.”
“Ocean” as profuse fame; Tarantula, “annette & frankie avalon

found in pacific ocean.” Tarantula, “spent hours & hours
carving his name in the sand. when all of a sudden, a wave's
commotion washed him & his name right into the ocean (ho ho
ho).” Hard Rain continues:
And what did you see my blue eyed son,

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And what did you see my darling young one

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
“I saw a newborn baby” I saw a new born White American

Protestant child “with wild wolves all around it” surrounded by
a wolf pack of vicious Blacks “I saw a highway” I saw an
America “of diamonds” that once practiced segregation, Jim
Crow, a form of apartheid “with nobody on it” with no one
willing to follow in this tradition “I saw a black branch” I saw a
Black branch of humanity “with blood that kept drippin'” still
taking human life like bloodthirsty savages “Blood” as death;
Long Ago Far Away 1962, “The war guns they went off wild”
the war guns went off freely “The whole world bled its blood” “I
saw a room full of men” I saw a Congress which was
composed of almost all White men “with their hammers a-
bleedin'” trying to pass bleeding-heart Civil Rights legislation “I
saw a white ladder all covered with water” I saw the upward
ladder of economic mobility for Whites covered in sorrow, in
tears “I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all
broken” I saw a bunch of Blacks who spoke in dialect that
sounded like a different language, broken English, Ebonics “I
saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children” I
saw guns and knives in the hands of these genetically and
intellectually inferior violence-prone primates “And it's a hard”
and it is a resistant to persuasion and appeal; obdurate “rain
gonna fall” hatred gonna fall on the Blacks and their
supporters.
“Hammer” as legislation; Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964,
where state lines don't stand

an' knowledge don't count
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when feelings are hurt

an' I am on the side a them hurt feelings
plunged on by unsensitive hammers
an' made t' bleed by rusty nails
“Where state lines” where the borders of the Soviet State

“don't stand” do not endure “an' knowledge don't count” and
communist propaganda is dismissed “when feelings are hurt”
when people are oppressed “an' I am on the side a them hurt
feelings” I am on the side of dissidents living in the Soviet
Union “plunged on” cast suddenly, violently, and deeply into a
given state or situation “by unsensitive hammers” by
insensitive heartless legislation “an' made t' bleed by rusty
nails” and made to suffer by antiquated, gangrenous laws.
“Water” as trouble, sorrow; ‘above water’ idiomatic expression

for out of trouble. Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie 1961, “And
yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air.”
Precious Angel 1979, “You were drawing water for your
husband, you were suffering under the law.” Gonna Change
My Way of Thinking 1979, “Blood and water flowing through
the land” death and sorrow permeating a land that should be
flowing with milk and honey.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
“And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? / And what did
you hear, my darling young one? / I heard the sound of a
thunder” And what did you hear my Aryan-thinking son? I
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heard the sound of the Soviets testing a hydrogen bomb “it

roared out a warnin'” the loud hostile sound of the explosion
warned me of the danger it posed “I heard the roar of a wave
that could drown the whole world” I heard danger coming from
a wave of Communism that was sweeping the world and could
destroy freedom “I heard one hundred drummers whose
hands were a-blazin'” I heard a small minority trying to drum
up support for a revolution by throwing blazing Molotov
cocktails at tanks “blaze” as to burn with a bright flame. “I
heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'” I heard
numerous Hungarians and Czechs privately, secretly express
discontent with the Russian Communist totalitarian regime and
America ignoring it “I heard one person starve” I heard one
person die in a Siberian Gulag, “starve” archaic: to suffer and
die from cold “I heard many people laughin’” I heard many
Communists express derision and contempt for dissidence
“Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter” in 1952
fifteen Soviet Jews, including five prominent Yiddish poets,
were secretly tried and convicted of treason by Stalin’s puppet
judiciary; multiple executions soon followed in the basement of
Moscow's filthy Lubyanka prison “Heard the sound of a clown”
I heard the sound of President Eisenhower, a former General
“who cried in the alley” who was more worried about the
Blacks in the ghetto than the oppressed in the Soviet Union
and its slave states. As a result Ike appointed the race traitor
Earl Warren to the United States Supreme Court where he
legislated Civil Rights for Blacks “And it's a hard rain's a-
gonna fall” and someone is going to pay for all of this.
“Clown” as soldier; Queen Jane Approximately 1965, “When

all the clowns that you have commissioned / Have died in
battle and in vain / And you’re sick of the this repetition” war
after war “Won’t you come see me Queen Jane” register and
vote Conservative Republican because it is the Democrats
that have historically led America into war. Tarantula, “the
apprentice clown, Tomboy, at her feet - he's known
professionally as Rabbit Rough.” Tarantula, “she peeks from
tanks & repeats herself - - she stays away from the merry-go-
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round & you must love her too / she lives in armor & prejudice
... she is frightened of the clowns”
“Alley” as slum, ghetto; Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

1961, “And yer sun decked desert and evergreen valleys /
Turn to broken down slums and trash can alleys.” Some Other
Kinds of Songs 1964, “little children / shoot craps / in the alley
garbage pot.” For Dave Glover 1962, “An the dirt in the alley's
risin’.” Tarantula, “praying for her purse to be stolen up
gunpowder alley!”
Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son?

Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
“I met a young child” same as “young children” in the previous

verse; a person from an immature race “beside a dead” beside
a consumed; as in ‘another dead soldier’ “pony” bottle of
alcohol, I met a drunken Black “I met a white man” I met a true
American named Ray Gooch who Dylan described in
Chronicles as a “non-integrationist” “who walked a black dog”
who knew that the drunken Black shiftless bums had to be
kept on a short leash “I met a young woman whose body” I
met a young woman whose posse “body” a number of persons
regarded as a group “was burning” was into burning crosses
at rural meetings or on uppity Blacks’ lawns. This was Chloe
Kiel Ray Gooch’s room-mate who had been in the Ku Klux
Klan. Dylan implied this in Chronicles, “Chloe, a Southern girl
with Northern blood, was skilled in the use of bathroom
clotheslines and sometimes I'd find one of my shirts hanging in
there.” “I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow” I met Joan
Baez, who was into the Civil Rights Movement and gave
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equal rights “I met one man who was wounded in love”
I met one man who was diseased, impotent; Chronicles

regarding Ray Gooch and Chloe Kiel, “They lived as husband
and wife, or brother and sister, or cousins, it was hard to tell,
they just lived here, that's all.” Chloe Kiel is possibly Chloe
Elizabeth Kiel who died in Orange, California. There is a Chloe
Kiel Mercado in Stanford, California who might be her
daughter. “I met another man who was wounded with hatred” I
met another part of that same man that was hurt in life, just as
a soldier is wounded in battle, simply because of his views on
Negroes; Chronicles, “Ray had an elite background, even
studied at Camden Military Academy in South Carolina, which
he had left with ‘sincere and utter hatred.’”
“Rainbow” as illusory hope: Tarantula, “somewhere over the

rainbow & blinding my married lover into the ovation maniacs”
grasping on to an illusory hope and making difficult to
comprehend or see; making the truth I am wedded to illegible
in order to please the critics. Beyond the Horizon 2006
“Beyond the horizon” beyond the range of one's knowledge
“behind the sun” in a place or time that has been passed or
left behind by the luminaries of medicine “At the end of the
rainbow” at the end of the search for an illusory hope, a cure
for HIV / AIDS “life has only begun” lies the only way to save
my life.
“Wounded” as diseased; Jack-A-Roe 1993, “And sent for her

physician to quickly heal his wounds / Oh, to quickly heal his
wounds.” Tarantula,
Claudette, the sandman's pupil, wounded in her fifth year in

the business & she's only 15 & go ahead ask her what she
thinks of married men & governors & shriner conventions go
ahead ask her
Hard Rain continues:
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And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

And what'll you do now my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
“And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? And what'll you

do now my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the
rain starts a-fallin'” I am going back out before race riots
destroy America “I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black
forest” I will go to the inner city. Also I will go to the same
moral depths the Germans descended to in destroying the
Jews when it comes to getting rid of the Blacks in America
“Black Forest” as in Bavaria, Germany, where Hitler began his
rise to power “Where the people are a many” where the mud
people outnumber the White people “and their hands are all
empty” and no one wants to work – idle hands are the Devil’s
workshop “Where the pellets” where a bullet or piece of small
shot - a shotgun pellet “of poison” of something that destroys,
murders - illegal weapons “are flooding their waters” are
overwhelming the decent White folk and destroying their level
of excellence. “Where the home in the valley” where the clean
White neighborhoods “meets the damp dirty prison” turns into
the ghetto when the African-Americans move in “Where the
executioner's face is always well hidden” where these primitive
tribal people break down civilization with a code of silence
when someone is murdered, as long as the murderer is of
their own race “Where hunger is ugly” where their ‘human’
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desires like reproduction turn into animalistic rape “where

souls are forgotten” and they act in an inhuman psychopathic
manner to others “Where black is the color” where a bunch of
jet black jungle bunnies live “where none is the number” and
where no Whites want to live because it is a jungle where
there is no respect for human life “And I'll tell and think it and
speak it and breathe it” I will spread the word and live it “And
reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it” and reflect
on this problem so all souls can realize that it exists “Then I'll
stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'” but then I would be
sunk as a superstar if I took this sort of stand “But I'll know my
songs well before I start singin'” so I’ll hide these thoughts in
sophisticated poetry and dog whistle politics before I start
singing them “It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall” the Blacks are
gonna get what’s coming to them!
“Poison” is something murderous, something fatal.
So there you have it. Dylan was adept at making you believe
his poems were anti-racist, when in reality they were just the
opposite, even classics like the next one:
LIKE A ROLLING STONE 1965
Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
“Once upon a time” when you were in fantasy land, in a story-

book like land “you dressed so fine” you applied medication to
a social wound and it was satisfactory; it worked out just fine
“You threw the bums a dime” you casually gave colored folk
welfare, such as Aid To Families with Dependent Children
(AFDC) wherein mothers were paid by the child thus
increasing the Black birthrate but you thought this was
insignificant “in your prime didn't you?” and you did it on a
federal level as in U.S. Government Grade A Prime or as in
‘The prime rate’ “People'd call” White folks would demand a
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meeting, ask to convene a legislative session “say Beware

doll” and say beware you doll, you who acts so kindheartedly
“you're bound to fall” you are destined to decline in political
influence and in ratio to the non-White population “You
thought they were all kiddin' you” and you thought they were
joking; putting you on and America could never be overrun by
non-Whites.
You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
“You used to laugh about / Everybody that was hangin' out”

you used to laugh off, not take seriously, all the pregnant
Black welfare mothers on AFDC “Now you don't talk so loud”
now you are not so insistent, no more of your loud denials,
Mrs. and Mr. White American? “Now you don't seem so
proud?” you no longer seem to have a proper sense of self-
respect, now you no longer show racial pride, do you White
folks? “About having to be scrounging” about having to be
foraging in an effort to acquire something at no cost, asking for
charity “for your next meal” so that you can feed your own
White American family while your tax dollars goes to feed
countless illegitimate Black babies or pickaninnies.
How does it feel?

To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
“How does it feel” sarcastic: it doesn’t feel so good does it?

“To be on your own” to have lost your birthright as a White
American “With no direction” with no authoritative indication,
order and command “home” to get you to your goal of
preserving your race “Like a complete unknown” like a
member of the silent majority, like a person whose actions and
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effects are unknown and unpredictable “Like a rolling stone?”

like a rightwing political force that is gathering momentum.
“Stone” as reactionary, rightwing; to the Left in It Ain’t Me

Babe 1964 “Go melt back into the night / Everything inside is
made of stone.” The Times They Are a-Changin’ 1964,
And accept it that soon

You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
“And accept it that soon / You'll be drenched to the bone”

reconcile yourself to the fact you will be destroyed, murdered,
rained on to the core, to the extreme; Property of Jesus 1981
“He's the property of Jesus / Resent him to the bone.” “If your
time to you is worth savin' “ if you want to stay alive
reactionary, capitalist pig “Then you better start swimmin'”
then you better get into the swim of things “Or you'll sink like a
stone” or you’ll be lined up against the wall at shot as a
counter-revolutionary “For the times they are a-changin'” for
scummy commies (led by Bob Dylan) are taking over America.
Like A Rolling Stone continues:
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
“You've gone to the finest school all right,” at one time you
attended safe, highly rated public schools when the rightists
controlled America “Miss Lonely” where the children there
were all White and well behaved, one lone race “But you know
you only used to get juiced in it” but you lost political power
over your school district and now a bunch of Blacks are being
bused in. “And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the
street” and you were brought up in a civilized fashion with a
mother and father, not by a single mother in the slums, so you
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don’t know how to survive in a jungle, the ghetto “streets” the

streets of a city viewed as the scene of crime, poverty, and
dereliction “And now you find out you're gonna have to get
used to it” and now thanks to these race mixing politicians
whose children attend private schools the thing you love best
in the world, your children, are being mixed in with a bunch of
savages.
“Juice” slang, political power and influence; clout; What Was It

You Wanted 1989, to the Communists, “What was it you
wanted? Can I be of any use? Can I do something for you? Do
I have enough juice? Wherever you're off to, one thing you
should know. You still got seven hundred miles yet still to go."
You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
“You said you'd never compromise” White America, you said

you would never make a concession to someone who was
detrimental and pejorative; compromise your morality when it
came to dealing with certain people such as “With the mystery
tramp” with a person that arouses curiosity and suspense
because of an unknown, obscure, and enigmatic quality; a
racist leader like Adolf Hitler: Charlie Chaplin, known as “the
little tramp” played Hitler in the film The Great Dictator “but
now you realize” but now, after having your kids thrown in with
a bunch of baboons, it has suddenly dawned on you “He's not
selling any alibis” racists are not making any excuses for these
jigaboos “As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes” as you
look with wonderment into his thoughts wherein he proposes
to vacuum, make clean by removing dirt, filth, or unwanted
people like Blacks “And say do you want to make a deal?” and
say I will give you my vote and financial support in exchange
for you exterminating the American Negro insect. Also now
you say how about formulating programs and policies to
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promote economic recovery and social reform that would

benefit Whites like a racist variation of the New Deal?
“Mystery” as “Nazi.” In Foot of Pride 1983, written after Dylan

became disillusioned with Christianity he supplied his
audience with the Least Ambiguous Context for the word
“mystery” when he described Christians as Nazis:
They got some beautiful people out there, man

They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold
your tongue
They got mystery written all over their forehead
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don't believe in mercy
Judgment on them is something that you'll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down main route
Turn you into anything that they want you to be
“They got some beautiful people out there, man” the

Fundamentalist Christians got some real duzzies out there
man “They can be a terror to your mind” they can be a cause
of anxiety “and show you how to hold your tongue” and
determine your words for you “They got mystery written all
over their forehead” they have Nazism written on their
foreheads, just as Charles Manson has a swastika tattooed to
his forehead “They kill babies in the crib and say only the good
die young” they kill children just like the Nazis did then
rationalize it “They don't believe in mercy” they are vengeful
“Judgment on them is something that you'll never see” and
they are hypocrites “They can exalt you up” the can elevate
you by praise “or bring you down main route / Turn you into
anything that they want you to be.” Like A Rolling Stone
continues:
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers

and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
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“You never turned around” you never changed direction and

moved to the Right “to see the frowns” so that you could
observe the displeasure of “the jugglers” the police “and the
clowns” and the soldiers, the National Guard “When they all
come down” when they came down to the ghetto, the inner
city, when they came down on the Blacks case “and did tricks
for you” and performed a convention or specialized skill
peculiar to a particular field of activity ‘learned the tricks of riot
suppression’ and quelled the racial disturbances there for you
“You never understood that it ain't no good / You shouldn't let
other people get your kicks for you” you should have formed a
vigilante group and did the job yourself with much more
brutality, mutilate a couple of Blacks, like what was done to
Emmett Till, that is the only thing that will instill the fear of God
in them!
“Jugglers” as police; Tarantula, “lenny” Lenny Bruce who was

busted by the fuzz on numerous occasions “laughing in a fake
sombrero & the jugglers trying to smother the queers” and the
cops busting fag joints in Greenwich Village. Tarantula, “the
jugglers who call you by the wrong name & title you wounded
kitten.” Tarantula, “there are shadows of jugglers on the wall”
to shadow is to follow someone surreptiously.
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
“You used to ride on” you used to let it ride, you allowed
something to continue without interference, you once voted for
“the chrome horse” American political candidates who
supported regimes that practiced apartheid such as the
Republic of South Africa (South Africa is the world’s biggest
producer of chrome) “with your diplomat” and the State
Department maintained diplomatic relations with South Africa
while the South Africans “carried on his shoulder” shouldered
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a burden, as in the White Man’s Burden of having to uplift

inferior races and cultures such as “a Siamese” a closely
connected or very similar; twin “cat” slang for a Black man, the
South Africans also had to deal with the burden of living with
Blacks “Ain't it hard when you discovered that” ain’t it hard for
Whites to really believe “He really wasn't where it's at” that
apartheid was an evil system and was worthy of economic and
political sanctions “After he took from you everything he could
steal” after you learned that apartheid was “stolen” from Jim
Crow, a practice that originated with Whites in America.
“Steal” to use, appropriate, or preempt the use of another's
idea. In other words, apartheid is as American as apple pie.
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it
babe
“Princesses” the outstanding men in a particular group or

class “on the steeple” of the Protestant clergy “and all the
pretty people” and all the ostensibly and superficially attractive
but lacking in substance and conviction people, the liberals
“They're drinkin'” they are taking it in eagerly through the
senses and intellect “thinkin' that they got it made” thinking
they were responsible for the Civil Rights Movement
“Exchanging all precious gifts” desegregating the schools,
sending children, God’s most precious gifts, to Black schools
and having Black students attend White schools “But you'd
better take your diamond ring” but you better take your
segregated schools which have the ring, as in a suggestion of
a particular quality, of apartheid “you'd better pawn it babe”
you’d better dispose or get rid of the schools as in pawn off
and exchange them for de-segregated schools!
“Steeple” as church; I Shall Be Free 1962, “Now, the man on

the stand he wants my vote / He's a-runnin' for office on the
ballot note / He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple /
telling me he loves all kinds of people.” Tarantula, “Matty
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Groves, who secretly at midnight tries to chop down the

church steeple.”
You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
“You used to be so amused” at one time you didn’t take this

seriously and you laughed at, ridiculed “Napoleon” a person
who you initially believed was crazy “in rags” and whose
ancestors were Jews in the garment industry; Senator Barry
Goldwater “and the language that he used” and the tough
language that he used when it came to integration and forced
busing “Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse” vote for
him now, it is in your self-interest, it is an urgent matter that
you do so “When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose”
when the government has taken away your right to protect
your loved ones from harm what more can you lose? “You're
invisible now” sarcastic; you can’t be discriminated against
now because you are White since your skin color is not visible
“you got no secrets to conceal” so you no longer have to be
ashamed of being a member of the White Race as the race
mixers want you to be.
SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLUES 1965
Johnny’s in the basement

Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
“Johnny’s in the basement” Lyndon Johnson is dealing with

people who are low on the bell curve of IQ, namely the Blacks
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“basement” slang; the last place and lowest level, as in

competitive standings “Mixing up the medicine” confusing
what has to be done to remedy the racial situation “I'm on the
pavement” I’m in a public area, I am part of the general public
“Thinking about the government” thinking what fools are
running the United States Government “The man in the trench
coat” the male servant and subordinate, in a belted raincoat
similar in style to a military officer's uniform “Badge out” who is
going to enforce a law “laid off” and who is not on his normal
job, but in the federalized National Guard “Says he's got a bad
cough” says he owes something morally for a past injustice,
wants to confess, cough it up “Wants to get it paid off” and he
wants to make amends for this “grave injustice” by
accompanying Negros into previously segregated schools.
Look out kid

It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
“Look out kid” look out naïve White boy “It's somethin' you did”
sarcastic; slavery is your fault and now you must pay honky!
“God knows when” it might have been two hundred years ago
“But you're doin' it again” but you are supposedly still
oppressing darkies “You better duck down” you had best
move swiftly, especially so as to escape being seen “the alley
way” when you walk through the ghetto “Lookin' for a new
friend” then find someone sympathetic to your plight “The man
in the coon-skin cap” the Black-lovin’ President awarded a
special cap as a sign of rank and achievement by a bunch of
coons with black skin “with the big” with the liberal Democratic
orientation “pen” who has the ability to sign legislation into law
“Wants eleven dollar bills” wants to bill the white people for
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social legislation, wants to introduce bogus bills to Congress

to raise taxes and force integration through Civil Rights
legislation “You only got ten” and bankrupt the White middle
class American both monetarily and racially.
Maggie comes fleet foot

Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
“Maggie” Communism comes “comes fleet foot” comes from

the Negros who excel at sports such as track, comes rapidly
from the Civil Rights Movement “Face full” a race filled “with
black soot” with Blacks who are stereotypes actually whites in
blackface, makeup for a comic satire of Black people,
especially in a minstrel show “Talkin'” claiming, protesting “that
the heat” that the FBI illegally “put plants” secreted listening
devices “in the bed” in a place for lovemaking and found that
the Reverend King was having sexual intercourse with White
women “but the phone's tapped anyway” but aside from the
Electronic Surveillance (ELSUR) the Feds have a legal phone
tap which has already provided information on King’s
Communist connections “Maggie” the Communists “says that
many say” “Many” the majority of the people; the masses:
"The many fail, the one succeeds" (Tennyson). “They must
bust in early May” King is going to be indicted on May Day, a
commie holiday “Orders from the DA” on the orders of United
States Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy who ordered the
wiretaps and ELSUR on King in the first place (RFK once
worked as an Assistant Counsel to Joe McCarthy).
“Maggie” as communism; Of course Maggie’s Farm a variation

of animal farm. Tarantula, “maggie pushing you into hot rod
driver's eyes” communism forcing you into the thoughts of
those who employ torture as a means of interrogation, those
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who shove, or drive, a hot rod up their suspects’ rectum.

Lenny Bruce said this about betraying one’s country under
torture, “If you can take the hot lead enema, then you can cast
the first stone.”
“Soot” as “Black” - Joan Baez in Concert, Part 2 Liner Notes

1962
Later yet in New York town

On my own terms I said with age
"The only beauty's in the cracks an' curbs
Clothed in robes a dust an' grime"
An' I searched for it in every hole
“Later yet in New York town / On my own terms” later yet in

New York town in my own language of a certain kind, chosen
words: ‘I spoke in poetic terms’ “I said with age” My Back
Pages 1964, “I was so much older then.” “The only beauty's in
the cracks” the only ones worth writing about are crazy,
cracked people “an' curbs” who are deliberately held back
from advancing in society “Clothed in robes of” who are really
nobility but have the appearance of “a dust” of shit “an' grime”
“grime” synonym for “soot” black dirt ingrained in a surface.
“An' I searched for it in every hole” and I looked for it in every
slum and in every deep or isolated place of confinement;
dungeon, where these defectives could be found.
“Dirt” and “dust” as slander and excrement; Emmett Till 1962,
If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that’s
so unjust
Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled
with dust
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and
your blood it must refuse to flow
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
“If you can't speak out against this kind of thing” if you can’t
speak out against the torture and murder of Emmett Till “a
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crime that's so unjust, Your eyes are filled with dead men's
dirt” your thoughts are filled with derogatory gossip about
Blacks from years past “your mind is filled with dust” and your
brain is filled with shit “Your arms” all of your powers;
Caribbean Wind 1985, “We went into the wall to where the
long arm of the law could not reach “and legs” and your ability
to move against groups like the Klan “must be in shackles and
chains” must be severely restricted “And your blood it must
refuse to flow” and you must also be an abject coward “For
you to let the human race sink down so god awful low” for you
to let these racist scum exist.
Although I cannot find racist subcontent in The Ballad of

Emmett Till there are a few curious things about this song.
Dylan wrote, “Some men they dragged him to a barn and
there they beat him up / They said they had a reason, but I
can’t remember what.” Everyone knew Till was ogling, flirting
or inappropriately touching a White woman. This makes it
seem as if Dylan is hesitant to reveal the reason as it might
justify the perpetrators actions. Then he wrote, “And then to
stop the United States for yellin’ for a trial / Two brothers they
confessed that they killed poor Emmett Till / But the jury found
them innocent.” “Yellin’ for a trial” yelling is defined as a loud
piercing inarticulate cry. Dylan did not want the Feds
interfering in a States’ Rights or jurisdictional matter. The two
brothers who did Till in were acquitted by an all White jury and
then knowing that they could not be re-tried because of the
double-jeopardy clause in the U.S. Constitution confessed
they did it in a Look Magazine article. They never confessed to
the crime before the trial. Returning to Subterranean
Homesick Blues 1965:
Look out kid

Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try, No Doz
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
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Watch the plainclothes

You don't need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows.
“Look out kid” watch out White boy “Don't matter what you did”
if you be the big nig like Martin Luther Coon you can get away
with anything since the Earl Warren Supreme Court ruled that
the FBI’s surveillance was illegal, however, the same doesn’t
go for your lawbreaking so you better “Walk on your tip toes”
be careful if you have a desire for drugs “Don't try, No Doz”
better be cool if you intend to use coke. “No Doz” is a caffeine
pill used to stay awake “Better stay away from those / That
carry around” best avoid those who conceal on their person “a
fire hose” a round barrel from which bullets can be fired, if you
are gonna use drugs watch out for the uniformed police “Keep
a clean nose” don’t leave any traces of drug use that will
incriminate you like powder on your nose “Watch the
plainclothes” look out for undercover cops “You don't need a
weatherman” you don’t need a prophet, someone who can
predict a prevailing trend: the current racial climate as in
You’re A Big Girl Now 1974, “A change in the weather is
known to be extreme.” “To know which way the wind blows” to
know the winds of destruction are spreading to the White race.
“Toes” as drugs and the desire for drugs. The Hour That the
Ship Comes In 1964,
Then the sands will roll

Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin’
And the ship’s wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin’
“Then the sands will roll” then history will unfurl. Also “roll” as
in ‘roll a joint’ “Out a carpet of gold” a welcome mat of
Acapulco Gold premium Mexican pot “For your weary” for your
interest, forbearance, or indulgence that is worn out “toes” in
regard to your desire to get high “to be a-touchin'” to obtain
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without having to shell out a lot of bread. “touch” Slang: to

wheedle a handout from: touched Dana for a nickel bag “And
the ship’s wise men” and the leadership of the revolution “Will
remind you once again” who are opposed to drug use will
remind the revolutionaries “That the whole wide world is
watchin’” that Moscow disapproves.
“Toe” as drug use: Liner Notes John Wesley Harding 1968

“Terry tightened his belt and in an afterthought, stated: ‘Wait!’
‘Yes?’ ‘How many of them would you say there were?’ Vera
smiled, she tapped her toe three times.” Country Pie 1969,
“Just like old Saxophone Joe / When he's got the hogshead”
his intoxicant “up on his toe / Oh me, oh my / Love that
country pie.” Huck’s Song 2007, “From my toes to my head,
you knock me dead / I'm gonna have to put you down for a
while.”
“Weatherman” as a prophet. Tarantula:

bazookas in the nest & weapons of ice & of weatherproof
flinch & they twitter, make scars & kill babies
“bazookas” a strong arm man, as in ‘Ya big bazooka’ “in the

nest” invading people’s homes “& weapons of ice” and
weapons of death “& of weatherproof flinch” coming from an
unforeseen, suddenly painful political and racial climate “&
they twitter” and they machine gun people down “make scars”
put people in concentration camps and tattoo a number on
their arm and leave lingering damage if they survive “& kill
babies” and commit genocide. Tarantula,
may these teachers of the shade be rot for committing the

problems of past & future & omitting the weather, the drunken
eagle & the holy present
“may these teachers of the shade” may these race mixers “be
rot” decay morally; degenerate “for committing the problems of
past & future” for not dealing with the Blacks properly in the
past and thus causing problems for the future “& omitting the
weather” and omitting certain factors such as the true political
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climate “the drunken eagle” the federal government drunk with

power “& the holy present...” and that the status quo must be
maintained.
Tarantula,
the dada weatherman comes out of the library after being

beaten up by a bunch of hoods inside
“the dada” the dada - an informal term for a father; probably

derived from baby talk - so the immature “weatherman”
prophet “comes out of the library” graduates from High School
– Tarantula “i happen to be a library janitor, so could you
please clarify things a little for me.” “after being beaten up by a
bunch of hoods inside” after being brainwashed by a bunch of
socialist teachers, Robin Hoods, who steal from the rich and
give to the poor. “Hood” as socialist; Tarantula, to the
Communists “sure, you took a big” sure, you took a leftwing
“stand on juvenile delinquency – you said to run all the hoods
out of town - oh you're so brave - sure, you say you're
patriotic.” Tarantula “son of the vampire, who got a divorce
from betsy ross & now is with little red riding hood made it into
january first carrying some empty stomachs.”
Returning to Subterranean Homesick Blues:
Get sick, get well

Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get nailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
“Get sick get well” get through your childhood diseases,

recover but then face more danger “Hang around” sort of
attend “an ink” a Black “ink” a dark brown fluid. Tarantula,
“reach out, Queenie, reach out – feel for equal saggy skin &
believe this dark playboy licking ink from your notebook.”
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“well” school “well” an abundant source; ‘a well of knowledge,’

get through your childhood hurdles only to end up in an
integrated school “Ring bell” something comes to an end and
you graduate “hard to tell / If anything is goin' to sell” it is hard
to determine if any of the skills you have acquired in the newly
integrated school will have any value on the job market “Try
hard, get barred” try to find a job but get discriminated against
because you are White “Get back” get back to work “write
Braille” punch in “Get nailed” keep fixed, motionless, end up in
a dead-end job “jump” take prompt advantage “bail” of a
student loan and attend a community college “Join the army, if
you fail” join the armed forces if you flunk out.
“Ink” as integrated school; Off The Top of My Head 1965,

“Miss Flunk take a bottle of ink and starts to polish her
muscles.” Tarantula, “who can tell me the name of the third
president of the united states?" a girl with her back full of ink
raises her hand & says ‘ernest tubb.’"
“Bail” as a loan Bob Dylan’s 117th Dream 1965, “Now, I didn't

mean to be nosy / But I went into a bank / To get some bail for
Arab / And all the boys back in the tank / They asked me for
some collateral / And I pulled down my pants.”
Look out kid

You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters
“Look out kid” look out White boy “You're gonna get hit” you
are going to get hit up for taxes by the IRS “But users” but
those with a presumptive right based on long-continued use
right of user: welfare parasites “cheaters” who are able-bodied
and do not belong on the dole “Six-time losers” sixth
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generation welfare families “Hang around the theaters”

“theatre” (Medicine / Surgery) also called “operating theatre” a
room in a hospital or other medical centre equipped for
surgical operations – the Blacks are always shooting each
other with Saturday Night Specials so they end up in hospitals
or they are there to give birth to illegitimate children “Girl by
the whirlpool” a female voter who is getting sucked into race-
mixing insanity “whirlpool” a magnetic, impelling force into
which one may be pulled “Lookin' for a new fool” “fool” looking
for someone who subverts convention or orthodoxy or varies
from social conformity in order to reveal and alleged moral
truth: a holy fool. looking for a partner in miscegenation. “Don't
follow leaders” don’t just follow the foremost fastest animal in
a harnessed team “watch the parking meters” keep an eye on
the deterioration of morality as your daughter become a Black
ho.
“Parking meter” as prostitute, Tarantula, “the mailman starts
talking to a parking meter & fox eyes, he say ‘it sure wasn't
like this in abilene’ & it's a hurricane & a bus reading baltimore
leaves them in a total mess - she falls on her knees & she say
‘i'm filthy.’” Tarantula, “just a broken jawed” useless, unable to
give blow jobs “parking meter” ho. Tarantula, “from entire
Mexico & gay innocence once comes Satan of Autumn - from
the gentleness & barbarian bebop & lonesome rooms where
you must put a nickel in the parking meter into the arms of
notorious daughters.”
Ah get born, keep warm

Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
“Ah get born” From birth I have had a particular quality or

talent: a born artist. “keep warm” be original - originality as in
recently made; fresh: a warm trail. “Short pants romance” a
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short period of singing rock and roll love songs “learn to

dance” learb to sing “Get dressed” get scolded; reprimanded I
was dressed down by the other rock and roll musicians. “get
blessed” discover that you are endowed with talent for folk
music “Try to be a success” try to get gigs in Greenwich
Village “Please her, please him” please everyone but yourself
“buy gifts” commercialize your gifted talent “Don't steal”
sarcastic: don’t steal music from other performers “don't lift”
don’t lift, plagiarize lyrics either – this was exactly when Dylan
did “Twenty years of schoolin'” this puts the time at 1961 as
Dylan was born in 1941 “And they put you on the day shift”
and you end up working the day shift in the Café Wha? in
Greenwich Village. There, you are paid practically nothing for
performing all day long.
“Pants” as sexual desire Tarantula, “we wear” we display in

our appearance “choking” “choke” to check or hinder the
growth, development, or activity of “pants” sexual
development “& are slaves to appetite” and we have an
inherent craving an insatiable appetite for sex. Off the Top of
My Head 1965, “But then his pants fall down” but then his
sexual desires decreases. Tarantula “compared to the big day
when you discover lord byron shooting craps in the morgue
with his pants off.” Bob Dylan 115th Dream 1965 “they asked
for some collateral so I pulled down my pants.”
“Dance” as sing or song; Tarantula, “sing for the barber &

when you're found guilty of not owning a cavalry & not helping
the dancer with laryngitis.” Tarantula, to other folksingers,
“why dont you learn to dance instead of looking for new
friends?” “friend” as “fan” - Positively Fourth Street 1965, to his
folk fans, “You gotta lotta nerve to say you are my friend /
When I was down you just stood there grinning.” Tarantula,
“the lonesome sound - in atlanta as dont dance, listen.” Every
Grain of Sand 1981,
“In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space.”
Look out kid

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They keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.
“Look out kid / They keep it all hid” hey naive White boy, hey
son, be on your guard against the liberal Democratic
government because they have a hidden agenda “Better jump
down a manhole” you all better gain access to an underground
structure like the Klan or the White Citizens Council “Light
yourself a candle” get yourself some hope! Last Thoughts on
Woody Guthrie 1961, “Where do you look for this candle that's
glowin' / where do you look for this hope that you know is
there.” “Don't wear sandals” don’t make yourself into a martyr
like Jesus Christ who wore sandals “Try to avoid the scandals”
don’t marry a colored and do damage to your reputation and
character by public disclosure of immoral and grossly
improper behavior namley miscegenation, which was a crime
for hundreds of years in many U.S. States! “Don't wanna be a
bum” don’t wanna be a lazy and shiftless person, especially
one who seeks to live solely by the support of others, like a
welfare black “You better chew” you better meditate on,
ponder; ‘chew a problem over’ “gum” sticking together with
other Whites like gum, like glue “The pump don't work”
pumping welfare money into the Black community doesn’t
work “Cause the vandals” because the liberals who purposely
and pointlessly damage and destroy public institutions such as
Congress, the Supreme Court “took the handles” have taken
the means of enforcement used to keep this uncivilized race in
line - the ax handles have been taken away from the Southern
racists, like restaurant owner Lester Maddox, who distributed
ax handles to be used to keep the blacks in their place to all
his costumers. Lester Maddox subsequently became
Governor of Georgia. In Only A Pawn In Their Game 1964,
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describing the racist who kept the Blacks in line by shooting

one of their leaders Dylan wrote that “a handle hid out in the
dark.” “Vandal” as liberal; Alternatives to College 1965, the
vandal from his gamut & baby cupid, the roustabout forcing
you to store away velvet bonnet of barbarian funnel
“the vandal” the destroyer of Western civilization, the liberals

“from his gamut” from his complete range and extent of
governance “& baby cupid” and the infantile version of love
“the roustabout” the unskilled Negros “forcing you” forcing
White women “to store away” to gestate “velvet” gentle
“bonnet” mulatto baby, baby bonnet, children’s clothes “of
barbarian” of primitive jungle civilization.
“Sandals” as “Jesus or Christianity” Tarantula,
hallaluyah & bossman of the hobos cometh & ordaining the

spiritual gypsy davy camp now being infiltrated by foreign
dictator, the pink FBI & the interrogating unknown failures of
peacetime as holy & silver & blessed with the texture of
kaleidoscope & the sandal girl.
“hallaluyah & bossman of the hobos cometh” sarcastic –

praise the Lordy and the leader of the freeloading Negros
cometh, like in the Eugene O’Neal play The Ice Man Cometh,
except this time it is Martin Luther King instead of Hickey “&
ordaining the spiritual gypsy davy camp” and blessing those
who have an affinity or long to be Black militants “now being
infiltrated by foreign dictator” now being infiltrated by the
Communists “the pink FBI” pinko - a person who holds
moderately leftist political views; the FBI that refuses to
acknowledge the Communist influence within Dr. King’s
Movement “& the interrogating” those who question a witness
during Congressional Hearings like the Army / McCarthy
Senate hearings “unknown failures of peacetime” the Soviet
spies “as holy & silver” as sacred and Democratic “& blessed”
euphemistic word for damned, used in mild oaths I'm blessed
if I know “with the texture of” with the distinctive identifying
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quality and character of “kaleidoscope” the wide variants of

denominations “& the sandal girl” of Christianity
CAN YOU PLEASE CRAWL OUT YOUR WINDOW? 1966
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks

Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
I'm sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.
“He sits” the Democratic Party occupies a seat as a member

of a body of officials; “sits” in the Senate or the House “in your
room” in your area, your Congressional or Senatorial District;
a space that may or may not be occupied; Hard Rain 1962, “a
room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin.’” “his tomb” the
prison he has constructed for White people “with a fist full of
tacks” sustained by a fist full of tax dollars. A Fistful of Dollars
was a spaghetti western that was popular at the time this
poem was composed.
“Preoccupied with his vengeance” focusing his attention on

war; World War II and the Korean War were initiated by
Democratic Administrations “Cursing the dead that can't
answer him back” damning those who died in previous wars
by his current actions “I'm sure that he has no intentions” I am
convinced that the Democrats have no honorable purpose “Of
looking your way” of doing something on your behalf “unless
it's to say / That he needs you to test his inventions” unless it’s
to say that he needs you to test his new military hardware,
such as nuclear weapons, invented during Democratic
Administrations, on the battlefield.
“Tomb” as prison, a place of confinement; Tarantula, “accept

this tomb, this want of Recollection & reward” Day of the
Locusts 1970,
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The birdies were flying from tree to tree

There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree
“Oh, the benches” oh the place where the players on a team

sit when they are not participating in a game “were stained”
were disgraced “with tears and perspiration” by my emotion
and fear, sweat. What You Gonna Do On That Dreadful Day
1962, “You're gonna start to sweat / And you ain't gonna stop /
You're gonna have a nightmare / And never wake up.” “The
birdies were flying from tree to tree” I was hurrying between
venues where the audience was intent on punishing me “Tree”
as punishment; Ballad of Donald White 1962, “I guess you'll
feel much better when I'm on that hanging tree.” Unbelievable
1990 “That don't come back with stories untold are hanging on
a tree.” “There was little to say, there was no conversation”
sarcastic: I told them off during my sets “As I stepped to the
stage to pick up my degree” as I went on stage to increase my
relative social rank, dignity and position.
I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking

Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb
I was ready to leave, I was already walkin’
But the next time I looked there was light in the room
“I glanced into the chamber” I took a furtive look into the

politically charged area “where the judges were talking” where
those who determine the winner of a contest were debating
my fate “Darkness was everywhere” darkies were everywhere
in their minds “it smelled like a tomb” it had the aura my career
becoming extinct “I was ready to leave” I was leaving the folk
scene “I was already walkin'” I was getting a walk from the
judges, they were getting rid of me entirely “But the next time I
looked there was light in the room” but the next thing I knew
there was hope in my life.
“Tomb” as extinction, Black Diamond Bay 1975, “You can take

your money [talent], but I don't know how / You'll spend it in
the tomb.” Chronicles, “When he said to the crowd that I
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preferred isolation from the world, it was like he told them that
I preferred being in an iron tomb with my food shoved in on a
tray.” Chronicles, “ghosts of women and men who have sinned
and who've died and are now living in tombs.”
Can you please crawl out your window?

Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
“Can you please crawl” can you please crawl” advance slowly,
feebly, laboriously “out your window?” and disregard the faith
you have in your political party? “Use your arms” use your
power, White Power, also use an administrative or functional
branch, as of an organization, like the local Republican Club,
which is an arm of the Republican Party “and legs” and
become active. Also vote in one of several contests that must
be completed successfully in order to determine the winner of
a competition, vote in a political primary “it won't ruin you” it
will not reduce you to poverty or bankruptcy as the Democrats
claim it will “How can you say he will haunt you” how can you
say the Democrats will continually pervade the American
political scene because of their actions during World War II
and the Great Depression “You can go back to him any time
you want to” sarcastic; you can go back to the Depression Era
Democrats anytime you want to as they have not changed
since the 1930’s!
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels

Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it.
“He looks so truthful” the Democrats seem as if they are going

to advance science “is this how he feels?” is this their real
motivation? “Trying to peel the moon” trying to pull off,
effectuate a moon shot “and expose it” and photograph a man
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on the moon; “expose” subject a photographic film to the

action of light “With his business-like anger” with his friends in
organized crime, Murder Incorporated, “and his bloodhounds”
and his policemen, detectives “that kneel” that are subservient
and do his bidding because they are corrupt “If he needs a
third eye” if he needs an additional vote ‘the ayes have it’ “he
just grows it” he commits election fraud “He just needs you to
talk” he just needs you to spread rumors; gossip about
conservative Republicans “or to hand him his chalk” or to get
him elected, vote totals are written in chalk “Or pick it up” or
vote for his opponent “after he throws it” after he purposely
loses a fixed primary or election.
“Kneel” as in submit; George Jackson, “He wouldn't take shit

from no one / He wouldn't bow down or kneel.” “Knees” as
subservient; Shot of Love 1981 “Don't need a shot of
turpentine, only bring me to my knees.” don’t need a shot of
alcohol it will only make me subservient to it.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed

Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is just beginning.
“Why does he look so righteous” why does he think what he is

doing to White people is morally justifiable “while your face”
while your race “is so changed” is being changed and polluted
by the Civil Rights Movement “Are you frightened of the box
you keep him in” are you afraid of the ballot box, are you
afraid to vote for Republicans who don’t believe in integration?
“While his genocide fools” while the Democratic Party’s race
mixing, mix master politicians who plan to dilute, then virtually
exterminate, the White race through miscegenation “and his
friends” and their friends; the Earl Warren Supreme Court
“rearrange” put into a new social order and arrangement
“Their religion of the” their “religion” a cause pursued with
zeal; such as that of an activist jurist “little ten women” of the
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Supreme Court of the United States with less (little) than ten
justices “That backs up their views” that supports with their
legal decisions such as Brown v. Board of Education, the
Democrats push for Civil Rights and integration “but your face
is so bruised” but it is your race that is being blackened,
discolored, Blackized, by being forced to associate with a
bunch of coons “Come on out” sarcastic; come on out, be part
of it “the dark” the race mixing with the darkies “is beginning”
has just taking its first steps to fruition.
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DYLAN AND THE DRAFT
I WANT YOU 1966
The guilty undertaker sighs

grannies in titepants & barechested undertakers goosing
preacher wearing egg cartons & U.N. generals in bathrobes &
their feet stuck in bongo drums
to let out one's breath audibly, as from relief.
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The lonesome organ grinder cries
Organ - (Biology) a fully differentiated structural and functional

unit, such as a kidney or a root, in an animal or plant
Grind up to grind into powder or small pieces.
. A rallying call or signal: a cry to arms.
Well, I got a woman five feet short
She yells and hollers and squeals and snorts
She tickles my nose pats me on the head
Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
(She's a man eater
Meat grinder
Bad loser).
The soldier who kills the enemy is not sure if he did right nor is
the soldier who wounds – grinds their organs.
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
Just like old Saxophone Joe
When he's got the hogshead up on his toe
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
A saxophone someplace far off played

As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a-beat-up shade where he was
waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
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The cracked bells and washed-out horns

exhausted, drained, worn-out, tired-out, spent, drawn, done in
on the horns of a dilemma - in a situation involving a choice
between two equally unpalatable alternatives the veterans of
other wars
Blow into my face with scorn, say I am dishonoring my Jewish

race The state of being despised or dishonored: held in scorn
by his rivals.
but it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But I wasn’t born to die.
I want you
I want you
I want you, so bad
Honey, I want you
The drunken politician leaps
And I wait for them to interrupt
The politician intoxicated by his own power leaps in the polls
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we wish to make journeys & use everything except our feet &
we meet tongue tied broken vulgar geeks with gorilla
handshakes & drunken Hercules waits for us on our beds &
we must salute him & he says that the new helicopters have
arrived & "this is your geek" & "you will take your orders from
him"
Upon the street where mothers weep

The streets of a city viewed as the scene of crime, poverty, or
dereliction.
And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
I've been broken, shattered like an empty cup

I'm just waiting on the Lord to rebuild and fill me up
And I know He will do it 'cause He's faithful and He's true
He must have loved me so much to send me someone as fine
as you.
And ask me to open up the gate for you

a gateway or passageway in a passenger terminal or pier that
leads to a place for boarding a train, plane, or ship.
I want you
I want you
Yes I want you, so bad
Honey, I want you
How all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it
Now all the founding fathers, that are now dead true love of
themselves was lacking but all the Daughters of the
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Revolution put me down because I don’t think about dying in a

war
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her
She is good to me and there's
Nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be but it doesn't
Matter
Spade: a tool for digging, typically having a long handle and a
narrow, flat metal blade that can be pressed into the ground
with the foot.
Chamber: an enclosed space; compartment; cavity: the

smallest chamber in the caves. A grave.
reluctant (to do something), as through fear or timidity: he was
afraid to let himself go. Not afraid to look death in the eye.
Death has been good to and sees what I am doing while I am
alive. She knows I often become suicicial but it doesn’t
matter, she will eventually catch up with me.
I want you
I want you
Honey, I want you
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit he
Spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?
You’re puppet communist government in Vietnam supported
by the Chinese he declared his ideology in writing or printing,
or by any means of communication and I took his means of
attracting people away as in the tale of the Pied Piper. In
Tombstone Blues Dylan wrote, “Puts the pied
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pipers in prison and fattens the slaves” and in Tarantula he

wrote this about the leadership of the Left, “the bounty hunter
[someone seeking to capture the body of your work] / playing
flute [leading the way] / & you, the younger [inexperienced in
the ways of the world] / playing the tramp [playing the songs of
Woody Guthrie, the hobo, the Depression Era tramp])”
But I did it, because he lied and

Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side and
Because I
A period of military service.
Want you
I want you
Honey, I want you
“Spade” as “Black” Tarantula, “jack of spades - vivaldi of the

coin laundry - wearing a hipster's dictionary - we see him
brownnosing around the blackbelts & horny racing car drivers
- dashing to & fro like a frightened uncle remus.”
STUCK INSIDE OF MOBILE WITH THE MEMPHIS BLUES

AGAIN 1966
Now the rainman gave me two cures,

Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
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“Now the rainman” now a destructive force, Ray Gooch “gave

me two cures” gave me two cures to the problem of race
relations “Then he said, ‘Jump right in’” then he said jump right
into the debate, express your point of view as a Rightist about
the Blacks, get it jump started “The one was Texas medicine”
one was to employ the methods used by Hitler against the
Jews in Germany “The other was just railroad gin” and the
other was just civil rights legislation that was suited to colored
folk from the South “gin” as in cotton gin “And like a fool I
mixed them” and like a make-believe Leftwing politician I
added one ingredient or element to another when I composed
pro-civil rights songs with racist subcontent “And it strangled
up my mind” and it suppressed, repressed, and stifled my true
thoughts “And now, people just get uglier” and now the
African-Americanss have become even more vicious “And I
have no sense of time” and I sense they are going to get away
with it and not do hard time - “time” Informal a prison
sentence. Also, unlike the darkies, I have no sense of natural
rhythm.
“Texas” as Europe and the Holocaust; Tarantula, “meanwhile

back in texas, beautiful texas, Freud” Sigmund Freud was an
Austrian “paces back & forth.” Tarantula, “texas exploding”
Europe at war “& dinner by the sea” while I was growing up in
America “ship commanders” commanders of a revolution “with
perfect features” with Aryan features. “Texas” as “Europe” in
Blind Willie McTell 1983,
Seen the arrow on the doorpost

Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem”
“Seen the arrow” seen the Mogen David, the Jewish Star
resembles two arrowheads placed on top of each other “on
the doorpost” on the homes of German Jews; also a mezuzah
is affixed to the doorpost of Jewish homes to fulfill the Biblical
commandment to inscribe the words of the Shema on the
doorposts of your house “Saying, ‘This land is condemned’”
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indicating that the Jews will be sent to death camps and their
property appropriated for public use “All the way from New
Orleans” all the way from Vichy France “To Jerusalem” to
Palestine where Eichmann was born.
I traveled through East Texas

Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
“I traveled through East Texas” I went about in the company of

a particular group familiar with the Holocaust in Eastern
Europe “Where many martyrs fell” where the Jews were
murdered “And I know no one can sing the blues” and I know
that no race has been more persecuted “Like Blind Willie
McTell” than the Jews.
See them big plantations burning

Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
Hear that undertaker’s bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
“See them big plantations burning” see Nazi death camp

smokestacks in operation “Hear the cracking of the whips”
hear people being herded into gas chambers “Smell that
sweet magnolia blooming” sense the atmosphere of the Old
South “And see the ghosts of slavery ships” and understand
that slavery can lead to genocide “I can hear them tribes
amoaning” I can hear the 12 Tribes of the Hebrews suffering “I
can hear the undertaker's bell” I can hear the finality of death
“Yeah, nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell.”
Returning to Memphis Blues Again:
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“Railroad” as Civil Rights Bill; “railroad” to rush and push a bill

through quickly through Congress in order to prevent careful
consideration and possible criticism and obstruction.
WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT SWEET MARIE? 1966
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it

Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
When you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
“Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it” well
your ramrod legislation to open the gates of the ghetto and let
the Blacks loose I can’t, in good conscience, jump start it
“Sometimes it gets so hard, you see” sometimes the Black’s
penis gets erect; tumid you see. (Herman Cain, Clarence
Thomas) “I’m just sitting here” I am remaining inactive
“beating” beating off vulgar slang masturbating, jerking off my
audience “on my trumpet” by sounding or proclaiming loudly
my love for the coloreds “With all these promises you left for
me” with all the Left promises of nice black folk they left for
me. “But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?” but where are
you tonight Mr. Nice Black? “Well, I waited for you when I was
half sick” well I waited for a black smack connection when I
began to experience withdrawal symptoms “Yes, I waited for
you when you hated me” yes I waited for you when you hated
me for being white “Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen
traffic” Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen narcotics
traffic “When you knew I had some other place to be” when
you knew I would have liked to be high on dugi “Now, where
are you tonight, sweet Marie?”
Tarantula,
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mr. O'toole - falls out of his chair "i must find some railroad
tracks - i must put my ear to the tracks - i must listen for train"
- the column of faces - all together now - a munching chorus
"DONT GET KILLED NOW" - repeat - "don't get killed now"
yes “mr. O'toole - falls out of his chair” a tool of the American
Communist Party falls from his position of prominence and
says "i must find some railroad tracks” I must find some tracks
on a record about Civil Rights “i must put my ear to the tracks”
I must listen to these tracks, pretend to have sympathy for
them “i must listen for train” I must be sure the lyrics are
coherent as in “the train of thought of the Civil Rights
Movement” “the column of faces” the fifth column, a group of
people who clandestinely undermine a larger racial order or
political system, “all together now” are now working in unison
“a munching chorus” a audible steady movement of the jaws
preaching to the chorus "DONT GET KILLED NOW" - repeat -
"don't get killed now" yes
“Train” as coherent thought: Tarantula,

the peacemonger - Roach - when last seen – was chasing a
train - he says that his right hand holds peace but his left hand
was seen holding a doorknob & a meathook
“the peacemonger – Roach” the lefty folknik who smokes pot:

roach as in the butt end of a joint who is basically a cockroach
“when last seen” who has disappeared from the scene “was
chasing a train” was trying to catch the meaning of my train of
thought “he says that his right hand holds peace” he swears
under oath he loves me “but his left hand was seen holding a
doorknob & a meathook” but his leftist position left him unable
to decipher, enter, Dylan’s new poetry and his left hand also
has a meathook to hang Dylan from mob style. Desolation
Row 1966 regarding Irwin Silber’s Open Letter to Bob Dylan in
Communist Singout Magazine “I received you letter yesterday
about the time the doorknob broke.” I read your article
concerning your inability to get into my lyrics”
More “train” as “coherence” in Tarantula:

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you cant fool me - i'm too smart - you were on that subway
train when that kid got knifed - you just sat there - you were on
the street when that black car drove up & tossed some form in
the river - you turned around & walked to a phone & pretended
you had someone to call.. you were also there when they
castrated that poor boy in public
To the folk community: “you cant fool me - i'm too smart - you
were on that subway train” you can’t fool me - i'm too smart
you were listening to me sing coherent lyrics in New York City
“when that kid got knifed” when I got cut from the bill “you just
sat there” you just sat there and didn’t applaud “you were on
the street when that black car drove up & tossed some form in
the river” you were on MacDougal Street when my calamitous
means of getting somewhere almost resulted in my body
ending up in the East River “you turned around & walked to a
phone & pretended you had someone to call” you changed
your opinion of me and pretended other artists could take my
place “you were also there when they castrated that poor boy
in public” you were also there when I was jeered at my
concerts.
Returning to Stuck Inside of Mobile 1966:
Mona tried to tell me

To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
“Mona” great art as in the Mona Lisa. Tarantula, “a swinging

armadillo for your friend, your faithful mob & mona lisa behind
you.” “tried to tell me / To stay away from the train” tried in
vain to tell me to stay away from the understandable coherent
“line” lines of verse in my poetry “She said that all the railroad
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men” she said that all the Civil Rights Bill advocates “Just
drink up” just drink all of something that is on hand “your
blood” in this case your descent from a common ancestor;
parental lineage “like wine” as if it were entertainment for them
“And I said ‘Oh I didn't know that’” sarcastic, I knew that all
along “But then again there's only one I've met” sarcastic,
Dylan met everyone involved in the Civil Rights Movement
“And he just smoked my eyelids” he just made me make my
thoughts even more deceptive “smoke” as in ‘all smoke and
mirrors’ “And punched” “beat to the punch” made the first
decisive move “my cigarette" to popularize my Communist
songs. Mona as great art,
Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand

And the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond."
And the walls collide, Mona cries
And the rainman leaves in the wolfman’s disguise
“Well, the rainman” the troublemaker “comes with his magic

wand” comes with his beautiful songs. Joan Baez in Concert,
Part 2 Liner Notes 1962 “'F me t' think that beauty was / Only
ugliness an' muck / When it's really jus' a magic wand / That
waves an' teases at my mind” “And the judge says, ‘Mona
can't have no bond’” but the Left says Dylan the folk singer
cannot have a uniting force or tie to great art “And the walls”
and something resembling a wall in impenetrability or strength
collides, conflicts in attitude, opinion, or desire; clashes;
disagrees “Mona cries” the folk crowd protests “And the
rainman leaves in the wolfman’s disguise” and Dylan is
demonized.
More “railroad” as “civil rights legislation” Tarantula,beneath

black flowery railroad fans & fig leaf shades & dogs of all nite
joes, grow like arches & cures the harmonica battalions of
bitter cowards, bones & bygones
“beneath black flowery” beneath the Black leaders ornate and

grandiloquent expressions, highly embellished words; ‘flowery
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speeches’ “railroad fans” about what big fans they are of Civil
Rights “& fig leaf” there is something that is concealing
something thought to be shameful “shades” which is the
degree to which a color is mixed with black “& dogs” and
slaves “of all nite joes” of cheap establishments after getting
drunk “grow like arches” multiply like America’s chief foe “&
cures the harmonica battalions of bitter cowards, bones &
bygones” and placates the bitter throwbacks known as the folk
crowd.
“Wine” as entertainment; Tarantula, “the little old wine maker

immediately took off his head & his belt & who do you think it
turned out to be but Fabian.” Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of
Hearts 1974 “The hanging judge” the critic “came in unnoticed
and was being wined and dined.” “Judge” as a critic;
Tarantula, “the Cream Judge is writing a book on the true
meaning of a pear.” “Notice” as review: Tarantula, “who wants
to be noticed anyway? only you, who believes what suits you,
could speak so badly of thelonius baker - what'd he ever do to
you anyway besides get his name in the papers?”
In 2011 there were other indications of Dylan’s hatred for the
Black man. When Dylan was invited to the White House he
snubbed President Barak Obama. The President stated:
Here's what I love about Dylan: He was exactly as you'd

expect he would be. He wouldn't come to the rehearsal;
usually, all these guys are practicing before the set in the
evening. He didn't want to take a picture with me; usually all
the talent is dying to take a picture with me and Michelle
before the show, but he didn't show up to that. He came in and
played The Times They Are A-Changin'…Finishes the song,
steps off the stage — I'm sitting right in the front row — comes
up, shakes my hand, sort of tips his head, gives me just a little
grin, and then leaves. And that was it — then he left. That was
our only interaction with him.
DYLAN AND VIETNAM
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The Vietnamese might have to be straightened out - might

have to send some Americans over there – Chronicles
Dylan, like Elvis, was subject to the draft, as men were

routinely inducted into the Army from 1940 to 1973. In
Chronicles Bob never explained how he was classified as
exempt from the military service. If Dylan were a true blue-
blooded American Goldwater supporter he would have done
his service to our country just as Barry Goldwater had in the
Air Force. Instead he had himself classified 4-F because of his
heroin addiction.
ALL I REALLY WANT TO DO 1964
I don't want to meet your kin

Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you
“I don't want to meet your kin” I am not like the draft board and
don’t wish to know your marital status “Make you spin” I don't
want to make you spin a yarn about why you should not be
inducted “or do you in,” or get you locked up for Draft Evasion,
get you killed on the battlefield “Or select you” or draft you, the
Selective Service Board is another name for the Draft Board
“or dissect you,” or operate on you after you are wounded “Or
inspect you” or conduct an official examination or review, as of
barracks or troops “or reject you” or label you 4-F. “All I really
want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.”
MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN 1965
Now the senator came down here

Showing ev'ryone his gun
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
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An' wouldn't it be my luck

To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
With the Memphis Blues Again
“Now the senator came down here” now Senator Barry

Goldwater came down to address some of his supporters
“Showing ev'ryone his gun” advocating a war that required me
to pick up a gun and shoot commie gooks “Handing out free
tickets / To the wedding of his son” however his son was
getting married in order to obtain a hardship exemption and
beat the draft and so Barry was handing out his wedding
invitations “An' me, I nearly got busted” and me, I had some
problems evading the draft, in fact I was almost arrested! “An'
wouldn't it be my luck?” sarcastic; and what happened was
lucky “To get caught without a ticket” to get caught without a
draft card “And be discovered beneath” and be discovered by
the authorities under the force, control, and influence “a truck”
of heroin; “truck,” to traffic in illegal substances. And then be
determined to be 4-F, unfit for military service due to drug
addiction. “Oh, Mama, can this really be the end / To be stuck
inside of Mobile / With the Memphis Blues Again.”
I PITY THE POOR IMMIGRANT 1968
I pity the poor immigrant

Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.
“I pity the poor immigrant” I pity the North Vietnamese soldier

who infiltrates into South Vietnam “Who wishes he would've
stayed home” and regrets having done so “Who uses all his
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power to do evil” who uses all his firepower to further

Communism “But in the end is always left so alone” but in the
end, like other leftists, is defeated “That man whom with his
fingers cheats” the man who with his informants within the
indigenous populations cheats American soldiers out of their
lives “And who lies with ev'ry breath” and as a result has to
take cover when his fire is returned “Who passionately hates
his life” who is convinced that he is a victim of an unjust
economic system “And likewise, fears his death” and as a
result is willing to support a totalitarian regime under which he
could be summarily executed.

Who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass.
When his gladness comes to pass.
“I pity the poor immigrant” I pity the poor North Vietnamese

soldier “Who tramples through the mud” who tramples, treads
and stomps heavily and roughly across the jungles of Vietnam
“Who fills his mouth” who fills his empty conviction-less talk
“with laughing” with derision for America, with a feeling of a
triumphant sense of well-being and who can exist on a very
small amount of rice “And who builds his town with blood” and
who attacks strategic hamlets set up by the United States
“Whose visions in the final end” whose dreams for a
Communist Vietnam after the war has ended “Must shatter like
the glass” must shatter like any other illusion “I pity the poor
immigrant / When his gladness comes to pass” I pity the poor
North Vietnamese soldiers when his willingness to fight
dissipates and he finds that he has no choice but to go on
fighting.
“Mud” as battlefield; Long Ago, Far Away, “The war guns they
went off wild” the war guns they went off freely “The whole
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world bled its blood / Men's bodies floated on the edge”

human lives hung in the balance as men were on the very
edge of the abyss of death “Of oceans made of mud” in vast
battlefields.
TOMBSTONE BLUES 1965
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save

Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
“The king” the principal or chief, as in size and importance “of

the Philistines” of smug, ignorant, especially middle-class
persons, the Democratic President of the United States “his
soldiers to save” in order to keep up the morale of his troops
“Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves”
tries to influence and pressure the public through strong
persuasion that Blacks, because of their military service and
their sacrifice for their country, deserve civil rights “Puts the
pied pipers in prison” locks up the conscientious objectors;
Tarantula, “& the insane” immoderate and wild “pied piper
stealing the Queen's Pawn & the conquering war cry ‘neither –
neither’ & jails being cremated.” “and fattens” and increases
the amount and substance of, ‘fatten one's bank account’ “the
slaves” the Negroes in the Armed Forces who will kill
regardless of the cause “Then sends them out to the jungle”
then sends to Vietnam.
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps

With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
“Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps” the

coloreds with their criminal mentality and with their flame
thrower torches burns down the Viet Cong military
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encampments “With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he

tramps” with the Army of South Vietnam fighting behind him
he tramps, tramples on people’s lives “With a fantastic” with
something strange and exotic in appearance “collection of
stamps” collection of medals and ribbons “To win friends and
influence his uncle“ to win fans and get him a job when he
returns to the United States by proving that Black folks are as
patriotic as White Americans. (The key to this poem was the
use of the word “gypsy.”)
ONCE HE WAS A FOLK ROCKER

NOW HE’S AN ALTER COCKER
From The Devil and Bob Dylan. The Devil sent Beelzebub to
Dylan in the form of a beautiful female for the Devil hath power
to assume a pleasing shape. She told him that Satan wanted
him to revert to rock and roll. Satan suggested he call it “folk
rock.” This way Dylan could pollute a wider audience. Dylan,
an anti-Communist and racist had become known as the Karl
Marx and Martin Luther King of his generation. He and the
Devil had everyone bamboozled, in fact they still do today as
all of this is just too much for most people to comprehend
since it is exactly the opposite of what everyone believes to be
the truth about Bob Dylan. But none-the-less when Dylan went
electric the leftwing folk community smelled a rat and was not
about to take Dylan’s having switched to rock and roll and
abstract lyrics sitting down. They stood up and jeered him at
numerous concerts calling him “Judas.” Dylan was somewhat
disturbed that certain people were on to him for “selling out”
but how could it bother someone who furthered a cause like
Communism that he considered highly destructive? He
responded to the folk community in numerous poems:
BLACK CROW BLUES 1964
I was standin' at the side road

Listenin' to the billboard knock.
Well, my wrist was empty
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But my nerves were kickin'

Ticking like a clock.
“I was standin' at the side road” I was stalled on America’s

main highway to fame and fortune, in the dead end world of
radical protest songs and folk music, on a path the would lead
to nowheresville; Get Your Rocks Off 1968 “Well, you know,
we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus / All
kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us.”
“Listenin' to the billboard knock” listening to a commercial
music industry publication such as Billboard Magazine
beckoning me “Well, my wrist was empty” well my guitar
playing lacked purpose and substance and was nothing to
brag about; Tarantula, “he came with his wrists taped & he
carried his own coat hanger” Dylan started out constrained by
his acoustic guitar and ready to self-abort (coat hangers were
once used a tool to perform abortions). “But my nerves” but
the audacity of my songs “were kickin'” were becoming
operative, “ticking like a clock” and were being covered widely
by the press because they were based on news stories.
“Clock” as reporter; Simple Twist of Fate 1974, “He hears the

ticking” he hears marking, writing ‘tick’ any small mark
intended to direct attention to something “of the clocks” of the
reporters “And walks along with a parrot” and gets in tight with
a person who repeats or imitates someone else's words “that
talks” that reveals information concerning others. Music critics.
Tarantula “‘did any of you freaks ever know a lenny? i can
remember his last name...’ & then some vigilante, he say ‘get
back in your clock!’” Another poem about this period was
entitled:
IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH A TRAIN TO CRY 1965
Well, I ride on a mail train, baby

Can't buy a thrill.
Well, I've been up all night, baby
Leanin' on the window sill.
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Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don't make it,
You know my baby will
“Well, I ride on a mail train, babe” I thrive on writing message

songs that are easily understood “Can't buy” so I can’t accept
the truth or feasibility of “a thrill” a source or cause of
excitement or emotion like a poem “Well, I've been up all
night” well I have been singing all night “Leanin' on the window
sill” depending on my faith in the future “If I die on top of the
hill” if I die out after reaching stardom, if I am crucified “If I
don’t make it” if I don’t make a success out of my life “my baby
will” my poetry will.
Now the wintertime is coming,

The windows are filled with frost.
I went to tell everybody,
But I could not get across.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss.
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.
“Now the wintertime is coming” now a time of coldness is

coming. “Wintertime” as when I first arrived in New York City;
Talkin’ New York 1961, “Wintertime in New York town / The
wind” a destructive force “blowing snow around” disseminating
flattering reviews, snow jobs to other artists, or spreading
heroin around “snow” slang for heroin. “Walk around with
nowhere to go / a man could freeze right to the bone / I froze
right the bone” Dylan’s career remained frozen “The windows
are filled with frost” people put their faith in poets like Robert
Frost, a favorite of John Kennedy “I went to tell everybody” I
went to tell all the White Americans that they have been sold
down the river “But I could not get across” but I could not say
what I wished to in words that would be universally understood
unless I wanted to crucify myself “Well, I wanna be your lover,
baby” I wanna be your truth baby “I don't wanna be your boss”
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I don’t want to force you to do something that you do not wish

to do, boss you around like the Democratic political bosses do
“Don't say I never warned you” sarcastic, few can understand
what Dylan is saying “When your train gets lost” when your
train of thought gets lost listening to my poetry.
VISIONS OF JOHANNA 1966 EARLY ERRONEOUS

TRANSLATION
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be
so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
“Ain't it just like the night” ain’t it just like the entertainment
industry “to play tricks” to give airplay to folk music “when
you're tryin' to be so quiet?” sarcastic when you want to play
rock and roll
“Tricks” folk songs; Tarantula, to the folk community “yowee

i'm here because i'm starving” yowee i'm here because I am
desperate “& swallowing” and believing and accepting without
questioning or challenge “your tricks” your folk songs “into my
stomach” even though a lot of it is difficult to stomach, bear,
tolerate. “we sit here stranded though we're all doin' our best
to deny it” we, the folk music community remain in the same
place, cut off from the mainland, cut off from the mainstream,
although we have been performing as best we can. Frankie
Lee and Judas Priest 1968:
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down

Feeling' low and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest".
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"Oh yes, he is my friend"

Said Frankie Lee in fright
"I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight"
Yes, that's the one", said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse.
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house".
“Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down” well after being

approached by Judas Priest, who represented Dylan’s desire
to betray the folk community, Dylan continued playing folk
music “Feeling' low and mean” but was not happy about it, he
felt like a varmint. “When just then a passing stranger” when
just then a leftist who would be leaving him soon “Burst upon
the scene” made a scene at his concerts “Saying, "Are you
Frankie Lee, the gambler” are you Bob Dylan the socialist
folksinger “Whose father is deceased?” are you the new
incarnation of Woody Guthrie? “Well, if you are there's a fellow
callin' you down the road” if you are there is a fellow calling for
you as you traverse the road of life “And they say his name is
Priest” and they say his name is betrayal of the religion of the
Left "Oh yes, he is my friend said Frankie Lee in fright” Dylan,
afraid he had been exposed as a fraud, admitted that Judas
was a fan of his “I do recall him very well” I do remember him
from when I started out as an entertainer who played rock and
roll “In fact, he just left my sight" in fact he just disappeared
from the foreseeable future; from my prospects, I had him in
my sights and was about to shoot him – to placate the Left
“Yes, that's the one said the stranger” yes that is the son of a
bitch said the folk fan “As quiet as a mouse” sarcastic: the
manifestation of this was that they jeered Dylan at his concerts
"Well, my message is, he's down the road” well my message
to you as you have been singing “message songs” for me is
that he is coming up in your life however from my point of view
he is “Stranded in a house" stuck with a crappy audience.
Visions of Johanna continues: “And Louise holds a handful”

and prose, folk song lyrics, contains a handful of trouble –
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“handful: as in “the brat is a real handful” “of rain” of a

destructive philosophy like communism, race-mixing etc.
“temptin' you to defy it” daring you to find a covert way to
speak out against it.
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
“Lights flicker” a prominent and distinguished person gives off

a brief and faint indication of talent after briefly appearing
“from the opposite loft” from a place that houses a large
audience, the opposite of the venues I have been playing at
“In this room” but in my small venue “the heat pipes” the angry
songs from a folksinger “pipes” the vocal cords; the voice,
used in singing “just cough” are almost inaudible “The country
music station” the conservative Bob Dylan “plays soft” is toned
down beyond comprehension “But there's nothing, really
nothing to turn off” sarcastic, overstatement, there is plenty in
the world that people should be turned off to, starting with folk
music “Just Louise and her lover so entwined” just Dylan the
leftist prose writer and Dylan’s truth twisted “twist” a distortion
of meaning: gave my words a misleading twist. “And these
visions of Johanna that conquer my mind” while visions of my
conservative rock and roll poetry and music they conquer my
mind.
In the empty lot where the ladies play

Blind man’s bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades
Out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
“In the empty lot” in an empty lot in life “where the ladies”
where a bunch of faggots as in ‘okay ladies, time to play
football’ “play blind man's bluff” are deprived of perception and
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insight and grope around in the dark pretending to be

folksingers “with the key chain” while chaining themselves to
traditional folk music. “Key” as ‘the pitch of a musical
instrument’ and “chain” as bondage “And the all night girls”
and the folk singers who get to currently play all night and
head the bill “whisper of” say or tell privately to small
audiences about “escapades” wild and exciting unlawful
undertakings “out on the D train” in New York City – since they
are urban folksingers, in the Civil Rights Movement “You can
hear the night watchman” one can hear the media critic, the
reporter “click” make the noise that occurs when you press a
shutter button “his flashlight” and the subsequent burst of light
from a flash attachment “ask himself if it’s him or them that’s
insane” ask himself what the Hell is going on here?
“Whisper” as say, or tell privately; Changing of the Guard

1978,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous
times
“The empty rooms” the unfulfilled lives lacking in purpose and
substance “where her memory is protected” where the
experiences of the Communists are shielded from danger,
injury, destruction and damage “Where the angels' voices”
where the expression of the ideas of the guiding influences of
the Left “whisper” say or tell privately to a small number of
people “to the souls of previous times” to those who live in the
past. To Dave Glover 1962, “The hobo poet's whisperin.’”
“Room” as life or lives; to the Communists in What You Gonna

Do 1961: “Tell me what you're gonna do / When you can't play
God no more? / What you gonna do when the shadow comes
creepin' in your room?” what are you going to do when the FBI
comes into your life. Tarantula, “it's no use to spend all these
hours a day doing it in a room - you're losing living.” Liner
Notes To John Wesley Harding 1968, "Why didn't you just tell
them you were a moderate man and leave it at that instead of
goosing yourself all over the room?” you should have told the
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world that you were a conservative instead of forcing your

leftist songs into people’s lives and playing in leftwing venues.
Visions of Johanna continues:

Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
“Louise she’s all right” sarcastic, my prose is all filled with

rightwing sub-content “she’s just near” and is just near and
dear to me and to few others “she is delicate” she is well
written, “delicate” prose “and seems like the mirror” and
although my prose was not a true representation and depiction
of things it seemed to be for many “But she just makes it too
concise” but my prose is not ambiguous enough “and too
clear” or abstract enough “that Johanna’s not here” and so it
indicates that my poetry just ain’t here!
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face

Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
“The ghost of electricity” the remnants of Dylan’s early rock

and roll days “howls” plays electrified rock and roll “in the
bones” in the essence “of her face” of her pride “Where these
visions of Johanna” where Dylan’s seemingly unintelligible
poetry “have now taken my place” have now supplanted his
prose-like poems such as Blowin’ In The Wind.
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
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“Now, little boy lost” now the loser in the folk music world “he
takes himself so seriously” he is convinced of his self
righteousness “He brags of his misery” he brags that he hates
Dylan much more than the other folkies do “he likes to live
dangerously” but don’t mess with Bob Dylan “And when
bringing” and when causing to become apparent to the mind
“her name up” the name Johanna, poetry “He speaks of a
farewell kiss to me” his old folk fans or folknicks say they are
through with Bob Dylan and are going to kiss him goodbye
“He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all / Muttering
small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall” the folkies have a
feeling of deep and bitter anger and ill-will because they are
ineffective muttering aged lyrics at the wall most people have
against folk music while Dylan is giving concerts in packed
halls “How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on” how can I
make them understand that it is hard, difficult to achieve the
degree of fame that I did and “get on” stage “And these visions
of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn” and these visions
of poetry they kept me on the charts past the early part of my
career.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
“Inside the museums” inside the folk clubs where musical

artifacts of the past are kept: Chronicles, “I had too long been
frozen in the secular temple of a museum.” “infinity” endless
fame and fortune “goes up on trial” is looked at critically
“Voices” singers “echo” endlessly repeat to each other “this is
what salvation must be like after a while” this what deliverance
from the power or penalty of sin; redemption is really like after
being there for awhile. “But Mona Lisa musta had the highway
blues” but great art longs for a wider variety of experience
than is found in America’s folk clubs “You can tell by the way
she smiles” you can tell by evaluating my art, since how you
process Mona Lisa’s smile is entirely subjective.
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Infinity as fame: Tarantula, “Autumn, with two zeros above her

nose arguing over the sun being dark or Bach is as famous as
its commotion.” Tarantula, “Lear looking in the window
dangerous & dragging a mountain & you say "no i am a mute"
& he says "no no i've told the others you were Charlie Chaplin
& now you must live up to it - you must!" & aretha saying "split
Lear - no of us got the guts for infinity.”
“Blues” as in “highway blues” as a longing for; Living The

Blues 1969:
I think that it’s best

I soon get some rest
And forget my pride
But I can’t deny
This feeling that I
Carry for you deep down inside
If you see me this way

You’d come back and you’d stay
Oh, how could you refuse
I’ve been living the blues
Ev’ry night without you
“I think that it's best, I soon get some rest” I think that I should
take a break from using heroin “And forget my pride” and not
be arrogant any longer “But I can't deny” but I can’t deny, as
one would deny oneself an intoxicant “This feeling that I carry
for you deep down inside” my primal desire for smack “If you
see me this way” if you witnessed me go through withdrawal
symptoms, cold turkey “You'd come back and you'd stay, Oh,
how could you refuse / I been living the blues” and I am living
a life of longing “Every night without you” every night without
heroin. Visions of Johanna continues:
See the primitive wallflower freeze

When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, Jeeze
I can't find my knees
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Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
“See the primitive” see a performer lacking classic artistic

ability like Grandma Moses “wallflower” who is unpopular.
Tarantula, “Sphinx & the tango partner, her professor busy
writing a book about the bums, sit like wallflowers & you being
taught by Felix the Cat.” “freeze” get nowhere “When the jelly
faced women” when the expressionless critics “jelly” a body
part that has suddenly become limp or enervated: His knees
turned to jelly when he learned he was HIV Positive. “all
sneeze” all sneeze at their work and reject it “Hear the one
with the mustache say Jeeze I can't find my knees” hear the
folk singer: Tarantula “write books about other people's
masters - - each one in a mustache & wishing he was Frank
Buck” say I can’t wait to submit, I can’t wait to get down on my
knees and suck the critics dick “Oh, jewels” oh brilliance “and
binoculars” and the ability to make distant objects look nearer
that critics are supposed to have “hang from the head of the
mule” are relegated to the intellects of fools “But these visions
of Johanna” but my ability to write poetry that should be
ranked among the classics “they make it all seem so cruel”
they make it all seem like a punishment.
The peddler now speaks to the countess

Who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', Name me someone that's not a parasite
And I'll go out and say a prayer for him
But like Louise always says
Ya can't look at much, can ya man?
As she, herself, prepares for him
“The peddler” one who deals in or promotes something

intangible (as a personal asset or an idea) influence peddler
“now speaks to” now speaks directly to “the countess” the
Russian autocrat “who's pretending” who’s making
pretensions “to care for him” to appreciate his songs, to
support him “Saying, ‘Name me” name names as in the
McCarthy hearings “someone that's not a parasite” name Bob
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Dylan as someone who is a Communist and not a social

parasite “and I'll go out and say a prayer for him” and I will
pray for his salvation “But like Louise always says” but like my
prose always says “‘Ya can't look at much, can ya man?” you
can’t claim innocence, you can’t claim you didn’t write leftist
songs “As she, herself” as Louise “prepares for him” puts
these ideas into written form as in prepare a report.
And Madonna, she still has not showed

We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
“And Madonna” and an innocent person “she still has not

showed” showed up for her show trial “We see this empty
cage now corrode” prisoners in Russia are kept in a cage in
the courtroom, we see the prisoners cage call into disuse
“Where her cape” where her prayer shawl, where Jews “of the
stage” of the early stages of the Bolshevik Revolution “once
had flowed’ once were profuse “The fiddler” someone who
alters or manipulates deceptively for fraudulent gain as in
Stalinist fiddling with Marxist-Leninism “now steps to the road”
now enters people’s lives “He writes ev'rything's been returned
which was owed” he writes everything the Communists owed
the Jews has been repaid “On the back of the fish truck that
loads” at the expense of the Jewish dissidents and refusenicks
who are being arrested loaded on to police vans “While my
conscience explodes.”
“Cape” as tallis or Jewish prayer shawl; Romance In Durango

1975,
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun

Dust on my face and my cape
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape
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“Hot chili peppers” strong Mexican heroin “in the blistering” in

an atmosphere of harsh reproves “sun” by someone
prominent in a field such as Dylanology “Dust on my face”
rumors, disgrace, excrement on my race “and my cape” and
religion “cape” a sleeveless outer garment fastened at the
throat and worn hanging over the shoulders, a Jewish prayer
shawl “Me and Magdalena on the run” me and my addiction
are being tracked down like fugitives “I think this time we shall
escape” however I think this time I will be able to get high.
“Fish” as Jew; Tarantula, “Talks like a fish & is already starting

to look like a cigar” a Communist “see you on your birthday big
brother Dunk p.s. adolph got you a trick piece of puke which
you put on the table & just watch the girls throw up…”
Tarantula, “cut him with a fish knife blam de lam!” circumcise
him! Liner Notes to John Wesley Harding 1968, “along came
three bachelors sprinkling the sidewalk with fish they spot the
mess. first bachelor, Constantine, he winks at second
bachelor, Luther.” During the reign of Emperor Constantine
Christianity became the dominant religion of the Roman
Empire and Martin Luther was a Jew hater. The Times They
Are A-Changin’ 1964; “Oh the fishes will laugh / As they swim
out of the path” the Jews will ridicule the revolution as they
attempt to avoid its consequences “and the seagulls they’ll be
smiling” but the Jews will be picked off. After Newsweek
Magazine exposed his racial identity by revealing his real
name, Dylan wrote this in Some Other Kinds of Songs 1964,
“skull caps climb by themselves out of manholes an'
shoeboxes ride the cracks of the sidewalk fishermen” Jewish
“i've suddenly been turned into a fish” i've suddenly been
turned into a Jew “but does anybody wanna be a fisherman”
but is there anybody in the world who really wants to be
Jewish “any more 'n I don't wanna be a fish” anymore than I
don’t want to be a Jew?
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys in the rain

And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
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“The harmonicas play” the folkies sings about; “the skeleton

keys” a key to solving all the world’s problems; Eleven
Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “a tune, a story, a line / keys in the
wind t' unlock my mind.” “and the rain” their hatred for America
“And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain” and
these visions of being a poet are now all that remain.
“Harmonica” as the early folksinger Dylan; Talkin’ New York

1961, “Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play / Blowing my
lungs out for a dollar a day.” Tarantula, “cures the harmonica
battalions of bitter cowards, bones & bygones.” To his folk
fans in Up To Me 1974,
And if we never meet again, baby, remember me

How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free
No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me
“And if we never meet again, baby, remember me / How my

lone guitar” solo acoustic guitar “played sweet” played
pleasing to the senses; agreeable, on high moral ground “for
you that old-time melody” outdated folk music “And the
harmonica around my neck” the sound of folk music that hung
on my neck like an albatross “I blew it for you, free” I
embedded words of freedom in the songs “No one else could
play that tune” no one else could transform songs that on their
surface were leftwing into rightwing songs by utilizing various
‘plays on words.’ “You know it was up to me.” Several verses
of Stuck Inside of Mobile dealt with the fact that folk musicians
will never reach a mass audience:
STUCK INSIDE OF MOBILE WITH THE MEMPHIS BLUES

AGAIN 1966
Now the teen preacher looked so baffled

When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
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The “teen preacher” well the young political folk singer singing
to his followers “he looked so baffled” he looked as if his force
and movement was impeded because he only played to a
small audiences. “Baffle” as a partition that prevents
interference between sound waves in a loudspeaker “when I
asked him why he dressed” when I asked him why he tried to
solve the world’s problems, heal the world’s wounds “with
twenty pounds of headlines” with newspaper articles “stapled”
as a basic and principal element and feature “to his chest” that
he used to get something off his chest, to vent, protest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him

Then I whispered,
Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied.
“But he cursed me when I proved it to him” but the folkies

became angry with Dylan after he proved that writing message
songs could only get you so far. They also put a curse on
Dylan, a stigmata. Just Like A Woman 1966, “Your long time
curse hurts but what’s worse is this pain in here” is this self
pity you caused me at my concerts “I can’t stay in here / Ain’t it
clear / Yes I just don’t fit / I believe it’s time for us to quit.”
“Then I whispered” then I told him privately, secretly, in poetry
“Not even you can hide” not even someone like yourself who
lacks stature really wants to remain hidden forever. In She
Acts Like We Never Have Met Dylan wrote this to the folkies:
If I was with her too long

Or have done something wrong
I wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run and hide
“You see you’re just like me” you see you want to be rich and
famous too “I hope you’re satisfied” sarcastic: in Positively
Fourth Street 1965 Dylan told the folkies “I know you are
dissatisfied with your position and your place but don’t you
understand that’s not my problem.”
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THE BALLAD OF FRANKIE LEE AND JUDAS PRIEST 1968
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled

He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.
“Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled” well Dylan the folksinger felt

fear and anxiety about his role “He soon lost all control” he
soon threw off his association with the Communists, “control”
a controlling agent or organization “over ev'rything which he
had made / While the mission bells did toll” over all the music
and words he had written when he was pretending to be a Left
wing folk singer on a mission to save the world, something
that would have put his career to a premature end “Bells” as
music; Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie 1961, “And yer bell's
bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat.” “He just stood there
staring at” Dylan remained there but was awestruck by “that
big house” by a bigger audience, bigger venue “as bright” as
intelligent “as any sun” as any person whose actions and
opinions strongly influence the course of events within that
genre “With four and twenty windows” with numerous faithful
fans “And a woman's face in ev'ry one” and a White face in
everyone. Dylan also made reference to his switch to folk-rock
in:
ROMANCE IN DURANGO 1975
Sold my guitar to the baker's son

For a few crumbs and a place to hide
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.
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“Sold my guitar to the baker's son” sold my acoustic music to

the working class “For a few crumbs” for very little money “and
a place to hide” and place to stay out of sight, remain obscure,
shoot smack “But I can get another one” but I can get another
ax, another bag of dope “And I'll play for Magdalena as we
ride” and I will sing the praises of heroin as I support my horse
habit.
“Magdalena” and “Spanish” as heroin. Tarantula, “NADAS is

still right now the poison nothing & maria, me & you, we make
up three TE QUIERO do not churchize my nakedness” I am
without concealment and disguise “i am naked for you maria.”
I am vulnerable to you “she says i'm a foreigner. she picks me”
she pierces and makes a hole with a sharp pointed instrument
“she pours salt” she pours, is if a liquid a colorless or white
crystalline solid “on my love ok. so i shoot dope once in a
while. big deal. what's it got to do with you?”
Was it me that shot him down in the cantina

Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.
“Was it me that shot him down in the cantina?” sarcastic; I

didn’t ruin the aspirations of my folk fans and disappoint them!
“Was it my hand that held the gun?” was it my style of writing
that required an electric guitar? “Come let us fly, my
Magdalena” come let us get high Oh Goddess of Smack “The
dogs are barking” the slaves to Communism and folk music
are complaining but they are barking up the wrong tree “and
what’s done is done” and I will never return to folk music.
SENIOR 1978
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled

Was a train load of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."
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“Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped” sarcastic:

well, the last thing I remember before I stripped myself of my
virtue “and kneeled” and became subservient to the
Communist Party “Was a trainload of fools” was a shitload of
the leading members of the political folk community who all
had the same series of ideas about the Civil Rights Movement
and as a result had gotten “bogged down in a magnetic field”
and had all recorded the same stuff “A gypsy with a broken
flag” a Blackman, Martin Luther King, with a broken national
allegiance, patriotism; To Dave Glover 1962, “It's the time a
the flag wavin’ shotgun carryin John Birchers.” “and a flashing”
and an ostentatious, one that would appeal to Blacks “ring”
sound that seemed to have the ring of truth, but did not “Said,
‘Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing’” said, son
this is not a song anymore, this is not just an I Have A Dream
speech, this is the real thing - this is race-mixing.
“Train” as a series of thoughts; Iron Train A-Travlin’ 1962,

“There's an iron train a-travelin'” there is a series of
authoritarian thoughts going around in the company of a
particular group “that's been a-rollin' through the years” that
has been increasing over the years “With a firebox of hatred”
with an engine full of racial prejudice “and a furnace full of
fears” fueled by hatred. Also It Takes A Lot to Laugh A Train
to Cry 1965, “Don’t say I never warned if your train gets lost.”
“Travel” as association; Long Time A-Comin’ 1962, “If I can't
help somebody with a word or song / If I can't show somebody
they are travelin' wrong.”
“Ring” as a sound suggestive of a particular quality; ‘A story

that rings true.’ To the folk community; Tarantula, “sorry to
say, but i'm going to have to return your ring. it's nothing
personal, except that I cant do a thing with my finger” I can’t
play folk music any longer “finger” to play a stringed
instrument. Senor continues:
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables

Overturn these tables.
This place don't make sense to me no more.
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Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
“Let’s disconnect these cables” let’s disconnect the

microphone cables, stop sending Western Union cables,
message songs. Tarantula, “some western union boy rides
thru on a unicycle yelling ‘God save the secrets!'” also a
reference to Pete Seeger’s desire to cut the cables running to
Dylan’s amplifiers at the Newport Folk Festival “overturn these
tables” get on the Top Forty Charts “This place don't make
sense to me no more / Can you tell me what we're waiting for,
senor?” folk music and leftwing politics doesn’t make sense,
cents, to me anymore can you get me out of there Senor?
SEEIN’ THE REAL YOU AT LAST 1985
Well, I have had some rotten nights,

Didn't think that they would pass.
I'm just thankful and grateful
To be seeing the real you at last.
“Well, I have had some rotten nights” I’ve had folk

performances where I sang songs damaged by decay and
hence were unsound and useless “Didn't think that they would
pass” I thought I would be stuck in the folk rut forever, I began
to wonder if my songs would pass muster as genuine Leftist
thought? “I'm just thankful and grateful / To be seeing the real
you at last” in retrospect, my folk period was worse than it
seemed when I experienced it.
I'm hungry and I'm irritable

And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.
At one time there was nothing wrong with me
That you could not fix.
“I'm hungry and I'm irritable” I am hungry for fame and

frustrated “And I'm tired of this bag of tricks” I am bored with
these folk songs that I seem to have a knack for writing “At
one time there was nothing wrong with me / That you could
not fix” early in my career there was nothing the Left couldn’t
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arrange; fix as in an exemption granted after political influence

is brought to bear.
Well, I sailed through the storm

Strapped to the mast
But the time has come
And I'm seeing the real you at last.
“Well, I sailed through the storm” thank God I was able to sail
through this period of violent disturbance or upheaval, as in
political, social, or domestic affairs “Strapped to the mast”
beaten and chastised into writing message songs, forced to
write songs based on newspaper articles, “mast” as in the
masthead of a newspaper. “But the time has come / And I'm
seeing the real you at last.”
ARTHUR McBRIDE 1992
But, says Arthur, I wouldn't be proud of your clothes

For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
But you're dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning
“But says Arthur, I wouldn't be proud of your clothes” Dylan’s

early fans tell him that he should not take pride in the words of
the topical songs he composed “For you've only the lend of
them, as I suppose” because you only composed them for
opportunistic reasons and their existence is transitory “But
you're dare not change them one night, for you know” but if
you currently stop writing these songs and change your style
of poetry “If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning’” if you do
you will suffer the consequences.
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs

And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning.
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“And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs” and Arthur and I,
we soon drew self-indulgent, gluttonous, filthy fans. Also “pig”
as journalist: Hurricane, “the trial was a pig circus” a media
circus. Finally “hog,” as a rough, flat scrubbing broom for
scrubbing a ship's bottom under water “And we scarce gave
them time to draw their own blades” and our climb to fame
was so rapid the Left hardly had any time to use its weapons
against us. Gates of Eden “with a time rusted compass blade.”
Also they could not draw an audience of young men, “blade”
as in dashing youth. “When a trusty shillelagh” when a
wooden instrument, an electric guitar “came over their head”
played music that was way over their heads “And bid them
take that as fair warning” and bid them take that as fair
warning!
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides,

We flung them as far as we could in the tide,
"Now take them up, Devils!" cried Arthur McBride,
"And temper their edge in the mornin'!"
“And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides” and the
antiquated militant Old Left songs they used as weapons “We
flung them as far as we could in the tide” we distanced
ourselves from them and they were lost in a rising tide of
popular interest in folk rock. “tide” as something that may
increase or decrease like the tides of the sea “Now take them
up, Devils! cried Arthur McBride” now go out and retrieve
those songs that praised Communism and see how far you
get “’And temper their edge in the mornin'!” and if you are
smart you’ll make them more temperate, acceptable, and
suitable by dulling them when you first begin to sing them.
And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow

And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow,
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll,
And bade it a tedious returning
“And the little wee drummer” and extremely insignificant little

folk musicians trying to drum up some attention “we flattened”
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we made them sing and play below the proper pitch “his bow”
with his music bow; an instrument used to play the fiddle “And
we made a football” we made a “football” informal: a problem
or issue that is discussed among groups or persons without
being settled “of his rowdy-dow-dow” of his booing and name
calling at Dylan concerts such as when Dylan appeared at a
tennis stadium in Forest Hills, Queens in 1965 “Threw it in the
tide for to rock and to roll” gave up folk music for rock and roll
“And bade it a tedious returning” and hoped that I would never
have to play tedious boring folk music again.
CANDADEE-I-O 1992
Now, when the other sailors heard the news,

Well, they fell into a rage,
And with all the ship's company
They were willing to engage.
Saying, "We'll tie her hands and feet, my boys,
Overboard we'll throw her.
She'll never see that seaport town
Called Canadee-i-o
“Now, when the other sailors” when the other leftwing

folksingers; Tarantula “not lending a hand to the deaf pacifist
in his sailor jail…it then must be time for you to rest & learn
new songs.” “heard the news” received the news of Dylan’s
switch to rock and roll “Well, they fell into a rage” they were
buried by folk rock which was the latest rage; interest followed
with exaggerated zeal. Also they became angry “And with all
the ship's company” the “ship” is the revolution as in When
The Ship Comes In 1964, and in concert with the revolutionary
“company” or organization, the Communist Party, “they were
willing to engage” willing to enlist it’s help. “Saying, ‘We'll tie
her hands and feet, my boys’” we will determine Dylan’s hand,
his style of writing and his ambitions “foot” as ambitions as in
to get a foot in the door of show biz. “Overboard we'll throw
her” and make him go overboard in the political spectrum by
being a Red “She'll never see that seaport town / Called
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Canadee-i-o” we will make darn sure Bob Dylan never realizes

his sweet ambitions in America!
DELIA 1993
Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"

"All about them rounders,
Judge, tryin' to cut me out"
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
All the friends I ever had are gone.
“Judge says to Curtis, What's this noise about?” The critic

says to Dylan, ‘What is all this booing and hissing at your
concerts about?’ Dylan responds, “All about them rounders,
Judge, tryin' to cut me out” it’s all about morally unrestrained
folkies who are trying to cut me out of the folk scene “All the
friends I ever had are gone” all my folk fans are gone. “Curtis
said to the judge, ‘What might be my fine?’” Dylan asks the
critic what his punishment might be, “Poor boy, you got ninety-
nine.” Dylan’s drew a life sentence of having to play folk
music. “Friends” as fans; to his folk fans in Positively 4th
Street, “You gotta lotta nerve to say you are my friend, when I
was down you just stood there grinning.”
TWO SOLDIERS 1993
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy

His voice was low with pain
"I'll do your bidding comrade mine
If I ride back again
But if you ride back and I am left
You'll do as much for me
Mother you know, must hear the news
So write to her tenderly."
“He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy” sarcastic, Dylan actually

thought like a Confederate, he thought like a blue-eyed Aryan
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“His voice was low” the true expression of his feelings were
kept to himself “with pain” and he felt self-pity and sorrow
about it “I'll do your bidding comrade mine” I’ll do your bidding
fellow Red Comrade “If I ride back again” if you help me get
where I wish to go “But if you ride back and I am left” but if I
help you by taking the leftwing point of view “You'll do as much
for me” this will be a reciprocal arrangement “Mother you
know, must hear the news” your conscience dictates that you
hear songs of a topical nature “So write to her tenderly” so I
will write songs to assuage her guilt.
“Ride” as advance one’s career; Long Time Comin’ 1962,

Many times by the highwayside
I tried to flag a ride
With bloodshot eyes and gritting teeth
I’d watch the cars roll by
The empty air hung in my head
I’s thinkin’ all day long
I’m a long time a-comin’
I’ll be a long time gone
“Many times by the highway side” often when I performed

before the American public “I tried to flag a ride” I tried to
advance my career “With bloodshot eyes” with thoughts of
death “and gritting teeth” and uncontrollable anger “I'd watch
the cars roll by” I would watch other performers careers go on
a roll “The empty air hung in my head” their vacuous songs
lacking purpose that were given airtime on AM radio haunted
me “I's thinkin' all day long. I'm a long time a-comin'” I's thinkin'
all day long it is taking me a long time to make it “An' I'll be a
long time gone” but once I do I will be immortal.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill,

The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
“Straight” straight away “was the track” the track as in a track

on a record “to the top of the hill” to the top of the charts, to
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the top of the heap “The rebels” Dylan and his backup band
who had Confederate mentalities “they shot” they took a shot
at fame “and shelled” and made sounds pleasing to the ear;
“shell” the external part of the ear; Let’s Keep It Between Us
1982, “My ears are ringin’ / Ringin’ like empty shells.” “Plowed
furrows” created grooves, cuts in records “of death” that
caused other artists popularity to die out “through the toiling
ranks” through the folk musicians who identified with the
working class “And guarded them” and turned them into the
old guard, passé players “as they fell” as they fell from
prominence.
There soon came a horrible dying yell

From heights that they could not gain
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again
“There soon came a horrible dying yell” there soon came

disruption of Dylan’s concerts “From heights that they could
not gain” from those stuck on the bottom, those in the folk rut
who could never equal Bob Dylan in stature “And those whom
doom and death had spared” and those who the inevitable
doom and death of being a folk musician had spared “Rode
slowly back again” rode a wave of popularity thanks to the folk
rock music Dylan had invented.
But among the dead that were left on the hill

Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.
“But among the dead that were left on the hill” but among
those folk musicians no longer in the game “Was the boy with
the curly hair” was the Dylan who had contempt for leftist and
liberal politics “The tall” the teller of tall stories, the towering
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Leftist figure “dark” sinister and evil “man who rode by his
side” who took the Communist’s side “Lay dead beside him
there” no longer existed “There's no one to write to the blue-
eyed girl” sarcastic: there’s no Bob Dylan to write for the
favorite; "the fair-haired folkies of the folk music set" “The
words that her lover had said” the words these fools believed
to be the truth “Momma, you know, awaits the news” their
consciences await more songs based on newspaper stories
“And she'll only know he's dead” but they ain’t comin’.
Tarantula “how you like your blue eyed boy NOW mr
octopus?” Mister Socialist? The Octopus by Frank Norris is
critique of capitalism “when the four star colonels come in &
everybody says yankee doodle.”
“Tall, dark and handsome” as a rich liberal; Watered Down

Love 1981,
Love that’s pure hopes all things

Believes all things, won’t pull no strings
Won’t sneak up into your room, tall, dark and handsome
Capture your heart and hold it for ransom
“Love” religious truth “that's pure” that is not polluted like

Judaism “hopes all things” has aspirations for others, not just
for its adherents “Believes all things” believes in both the Old
and New Testaments “won't pull no strings” won’t attempt to
turn you into a puppet, won’t try to control the world, the
economic markets “Won't sneak” won’t move in a quiet,
stealthy manner “up into your room” into your life “tall, dark
and handsome” with tall tales about Blacks that come from
wealthy Jewish liberals, not poor Whites “Capture your soul”
steal your soul from Christ “and hold it for ransom” and
prevent you from converting to Christianity and attaining
redemption from sin and its consequences.
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I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound

Someone's always yelling turn it down
Feel like I'm drifting
Drifting from scene to scene
I'm wondering what in the Devil could it all possibly mean?
“I'm listening to Neil Young” I love rock and roll “I gotta turn up
the sound” I have to switch from an acoustic guitar to an
electric one “Someone's always yelling turn it down” and as a
result my old folk fans are disrupting my concerts “Feel like I'm
drifting” feel as if I am gradually departing from the folk scene
by doing an acoustic set and then an electric one “Drifting
from scene to scene” and going aimlessly from one display of
bad temper to another because of the numerous scenes at
Dylan concerts started by his irate fans “I'm wondering what in
the Devil could it all possibly mean?” sarcastic, I know what is
going on, these people are under the spell of the Devil,
Communism, and I helped put them there in order to become
rich and famous.
JOANIE AND THE PHONY
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Working for the Devil meant a lot of sacrifices for the young
Bob Dylan. It even meant balling a chick he really didn’t dig,
Joan Baez, but he did so anyway so that the legend would
emerge that Joan was the Queen of Folk Music and Bob was
the King further enhancing Bob’s stature.
MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN 1965
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When Ruthie says come see her

In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
“When Ruthie” when Joan Baez who is half Mexican;

Tarantula, “now Ruthy she was different - she always wanted
to see a cock fight & went to Mexico City when she was 17”
“says come see her” invites me to one of her performances “In
her honky-tonk” sarcastic; in an establishment catering to the
working class “lagoon” that takes place in a protected area like
a concert hall “Where I can watch her waltz” where I can
watch her move briskly and purposefully; waltz through her
repertoire “for free” sarcastic, for freedom, for the price of
admission “'Neath her Panamanian” beneath her leftist Central
American “moon” unattainable goals “An' I say, ‘Aw come on
now, / You must know about my debutante’" tell the truth for
once, you must know that I aspire to become a member of the
upper economic class and that I don’t believe any of this
leftwing crap “An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what
you need” the upper economic class just knows what you
need to be happy, just some insignificant things like a
townhouse in Greenwich Village, a sports car, a Harley, an ex-
Playboy bunny wife “But I know what you want" but I know
better and it is not wealth but ideology that you are in want of!
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end

With the Memphis blues again.
“Oh, Mama can this really be the end” I have to ask my

conscience what did I do to deserve this living death; “end” the
termination of life or existence “To be stuck” to be defeated,
beaten “inside of Mobile” in one losing battle; in the Battle of
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Mobile Bay (1864) the Union Army defeated a major

Confederate flotilla and secured control of the area. Tarantula,
“ZING & they throw him thru the door & he lands in truck - he
gets out somewhere on the Mobile line & says ‘the war's going
fine - aint it paleface?’” “With the Memphis blues again” while
thinking about another defeat at Memphis which became an
important Union base after its capture by federal troops in
1862. Tight Connection 1985, to my Heart, “There's just a hot-
blooded singer / Singing Memphis in June while they're beatin'
the Devil out of a guy / Who's wearing a powder-blue wig.”
OUTLAW BLUES 1965
Ain't gonna hang no picture

Ain't gonna hang no picture frame.
Well, I might look like Robert Ford
But I feel just like a Jesse James.
“Ain't gonna hang no picture” I am not going to make a movie

like Birth of a Nation glorifying, in no uncertain terms, the
lynching in the Old South carried out by the Ku Klux Klan
during the Reconstruction Era “Ain't gonna hang no picture
frame” I am not going to make a single picture on a roll of
movie film about this “Well, I might look like Robert Ford” well I
might look like a race traitor due to my association with the
Civil Rights movement, “But I feel just like a Jesse James” but
I feel just like a racist outlaw folk hero.
Oh, I wish I was on some

Australian mountain range.
I got no reason to be there, but I
Imagine it would be some kind of change.
“Oh, I wish I was on some / Australian mountain range” I wish

I was in a country where only Whites were allowed to
immigrate to like Australia where the range of societal
problems are less “I got no reason to be there” I have no
business there “but I imagine it would be some kind of
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change” but anyway it would be quite a change from the

immigration and race mixing policies of the United States.
I got my dark sunglasses,

I'm carryin' for good luck my black tooth.
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin',
I just might tell you the truth.
“I got my dark sunglasses” I am seeing things through a black

perspective “I'm carryin' for good luck my black tooth” I am
getting into Black culture “Don't ask me nothin' about nothin'”
but don’t ask me what I think about Negroes “I just might tell
you the truth.”
“Sunglasses” as Black perspective: Last Thoughts on Woody

Guthrie 1961,
No you'll not now or no other day

Find it on the doorsteps made out - a paper mache
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
“No you'll not now or no other day / Find it” happiness,

success “on the doorsteps” on one's doorstep very close or
accessible “made out - a paper mache” made out of a
composite of genetic material “And inside of the people made
of molasses” and you won’t find it inside the slow moving and
thinking brown skin people – idiom slow as molasses “That
every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses” who view each
new event through a Black perspective. Liner Notes to Desire
1976, describing his poetry “seen at times through dark
sunglasses” through a Black perspective “an' other forms of
psychic explosion” and other means of insanity.
I got a woman in Jackson,

I ain't gonna say her name.
She's a brown-skin woman,
But I love her just the same.
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“I got a woman in Jackson” I have a woman who accompanied

me to Mississippi to sing at a voter registration rally “I ain't
gonna say her name” you would recognize it if I did “She's a
brown-skin woman” she’s a light skinned beaner named Baez
“but I / Love her just the same” sarcastic, why even bring this
up if the color of her skin was not significant.
JOHN WESLEY HARDING 1967
’Twas down in Chaynee County

A time they talk about
With his lady by his side
He took a stand
And soon the situation there
Was all but straightened out
For he was always known
John Wesley Harding 1967 “It was down in Chaynee County”

Chainy County, land of slavery - Mississippi “A time they talk
about” Dylan’s performance of Only A Pawn In Their Game in
Mississippi was featured in the film Don’t Look Back “With his
lady by his side” with Joan Baez ostensibly on the same
political side “He took a stand” he ostensibly took a stand
against racism “And soon the situation there” and soon the
predicaments, plights and problems “was all but straightened
out” was worse: integration and Negro voter registration were
wrong things to impose on the Old South “He was always
known to lend a helping hand” he helped screw things up or
sarcastic: he was doing this for himself and not for the Blacks.
JOLENE 2009
Well you're comin' down High Street, walkin' in the sun

You make the dead man rise, and holler she's the one
Jolene, Jolene
Baby, I am the king and you're the queen
“Well you're comin' down High Street” you are at or near the
peak of your career Joanie, “you are walkin' in the sun” you
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are living in the public eye ‘in the sun’ “You make the dead
man” you make someone not commercially productive; idle
“rise” become more popular, get an erection “and holler she's
the one” and sing with her and have sex with her “Jolene,
Jolene Baby, I am the king” I am the male considered as the
best or most important of its kind in the field of folk “and you're
the queen” and you are the queen, you have female eminence
and supremacy in the domain of folk music.
Well it's a long old highway, don't ever end

I've got a Saturday night special, I'm back again
I'll sleep by your door, lay my life on the line
You probably don't know, but I'm gonna make you mine
Jolene, Jolene baby, I am the king and you're the queen
“Well it's a long old highway, don't ever end” it was really
rough when I first came to New York City and associated
myself with the Old Left; Standing On The Highway 1962
“Well, I'm standin' on the highway / One roads goin' to the
bright lights, / The others goin' down to my grave” “I've got a
Saturday night special, I'm back again” I had a harmonica gig
on Midnight Special thanks to Harry Belafonte, I am a back-up
musician again “I'll sleep by your door” I am comfortable
awaiting for the opportunity you will provide me with “lay my
life on the line” and travel to a voter registration drive in
Mississippi “You probably don't know, but I'm gonna make you
mine” you didn’t know it back then but your association with
me rather than vice versa will further your future career.
I keep my hands in my pocket, I'm movin' along

People think they know, but they're all wrong
You're something nice, I'm gonna grab my dice
I can't say I haven't paid the price
Jolene, Jolene baby I am the king and you're the queen
“I keep my hands in my pocket” I keep my musical

compositions confined to a small, isolated group “I'm movin'
along” they dig my riff “People think they know, but they're all
wrong” people think they know what side my songs are on
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politically but they are wrong, not Right “You're something

nice, I'm gonna grab” you're something nice, I'm gonna take
and grasp suddenly “my dice” my protest songs, Tarantula,
“malnutrition & thinking they're too smart & you with the dice &
forever uniform ... receiving some degree & while giving it to
your wall” “I can't say I haven't paid the price” I had to further
an ideology that is repugnant to me.
Well I found out the hard way, I've had my fill

You can't find somebody with his back to a hill
Those big brown eyes, they set off a spark
When you hold me in your arms things don't look so dark
Jolene, Jolene baby I am the king and you're the queen
“Well I found out the hard way” I found out from first-hand
experience “I've had my fill” I have plugged up your vagina
with my pecker “You can't find somebody with his back to a
hill” you will never find a lover in someone who has turned his
back on your brand of politics, “hill” as in Capitol Hill “Those
big brown eyes” those high falutin’ race mixin’ idealistic
leftwing thoughts “they set off a spark” they were responsible
for murders such as that of Medgar Evers; Only A Pawn In
Their Game 1964, “A hand set the spark” “When you hold me
in your arms things don't look so dark” sarcastic: when I am in
your power I forget about the darkies and I forget about your
dark skin.
DESOLATION ROW 1965
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window

For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
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She spends her time peeking

Into Desolation Row
“Now Ophelia” a Shakespearian character who suffers from a

broken heart, Joan Baez, who wanted to marry Bob Dylan
“she's 'neath the window” she is under the influence of and
has placed her faith in the Communist Party “For her I feel so
afraid” I have feelings of aversion for her “On her twenty-
second birthday” when Dylan met her in 1962 she was 22
years old “She already is an old maid” she was already a
‘union maid’ as in the Communist folk song Union Maid “To
her, death is quite romantic” for her the death associated with
Communism is attractive “She wears an iron vest” she places
authority, property, or rights, in the ironclad control of a person
or group whose headquarters is in the Kremlin, behind the Iron
Curtain “Her profession” her folk singing career “is her religion”
is all about her leftist politics “Her sin” her error, tragic flaw “is
her lifelessness” is that she lacks vitality and animation; she is
dull and she is on the side of death “And though her eyes” and
although her thoughts “are fixed upon” are falsely directed
upon “Noah's great rainbow” the illusory hope of Communism
“She spends her time peeking” she wastes her time being the
best know female folk singer, peaking, “Into Desolation Row”
in the esoteric depressing leftwing world of folk music where
everyone preaches to the choir.
Communism and leftist politics as a religion; Tarantula, “Sick

so Sick of these lovers in Biblical roles - so you're out to save
the world are you? you impostor - you freak! you're a
contradiction! you're afraid to admit you're a contradiction
you're misleading! you have big feet” your ambition is to
further Communism “& you will step on yourself. all the people
you mislead will pick you up! you have no answers!” To his
former leftwing folk fans; Tarantula, “watcha doing? how's the
new religion? feel any different? gave it up myself.”
“Rainbow” as an illusory hope; Father of Night 1970, “Builder

of rainbows up in the sky” builder as in ‘builder of hopes’ that
soar to the highest level and degree in the heavens above;
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Sign On The Window 1970, “Build me a cabin in Utah”

sarcastic; build up my hopes for a room aboard the ship of
revolution (Utah was the State where the radical Joe Hill was
executed) “Marry me a wife” get married to an ideology “catch
a rainbow trout” begin to understand something fishy like a
false hope. Tarantula, “somewhere over the rainbow” lyrics to
this song, “Someday day I’ll wish upon a star etc.”
LITTLE SADIE 1970
Went out last night to take a little round.

I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.
I began to think what a deed I'd done,

I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in Jericho
Standing on a corner ringin' my bell,

Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
He said "Young man is you name Brown?
Remember the night you blowed Little Sadie down."
"Oh, yes sir, my name is Lee.

I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree,
If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?"
Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black.

They put me on a train and they brought me back.
I had no one for to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the county jail.
The judge and the jury they took their stand.

The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes.
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“Went out last night (during a previous period in my life) / to

take a little round (do something in a roundabout way that
some would consider morally unrestrained) / I met my little
Sadie (I found my audience) / and I brought her down (I
brought down the house - I became extremely popular) / I ran
right home (I reached my goal) / and I went to bed (and built
my easy or comfortable place or situation) / With a forty-four
smokeless (with something that was not smoky - did not
obscure its meaning) / under my head (generated by my
imagination) / I began to think what a deed I’d done (I began
to realize that I had committed a crime against myself by
singing easily understandable lyrics and playing folk music) / I
grabbed my hat (my real role in life captured my imagination) /
and I began to run (escape) / I made a good run (Dylan had a
good run - a good number of performances) / but I ran too
slow (something hindered my rapid progress or action) / They
overtook me down in Jericho (where the walls – the barriers
came tumbling down) / Standing on (depending on) / a corner
(a group of fans who were in some far off corner of the world,
out of the mainstream) / ringin’ my bell (playing folk music in a
leadership role, leading my blind, unquestioning followers) /
Up stepped (progressed from fan to enforcer) / the sheriff from
Thomasville (the enforcer of the law that said Dylan must play
folk music) / He said “Young man are you the one with all
these new ideas?) / is you name Brown? (is your reputation
that of some who wants to be free from the slavery of having
to play folk music and write literal lyrics?) / Remember the
night you blowed Little Sadie down” / (remember that period of
darkness when you played for a different audience) / "Oh, yes
sir, my name is Lee (Frankie Lee - see PARADISE) / I
murdered little Sadie in the first degree / First degree and
second degree (sarcastic: the degree of the sophistication of
Dylan’s poetry become more intense. Also degree as
premeditated intent. Dylan had to think about, mediate on, his
poetry before he composed it) / If you’ve got any papers (if
you have any theories about my new poetry) / will you serve
them to me? (instead of to ourself - they must be self-
serving)” / Well they took me down town (they cast me out as
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their entertainment) / and they dressed me in black (and

prepared their audience to view me as hopeless) / They put
me on a train (they viewed me as part of a band of renegades)
/ and they brought me back (made me aware of my failings
which brought me back to reality when it came to my thinking
about the Left) / I had no one for to go my bail (no one came
to my defense) / They crammed me back (they hastily
examined me and deemed me a failure) / into the county jail
(then put me in the same place they did other rock and roll
singers - there is a similar theme in the Dylan poem Drifter’s
Escape.
BELLE ISLE 1970
One evening for pleasure I rambled to view

The fair fields all alone
Down by the banks of Loch Eiron
Where beauty and pleasure were known
“One evening” during a later concluding time period; ‘the

evening of my career in rock and roll music’ Tell Old Bill 2009,
“The evenin' sun is sinkin' low” “for pleasure” sarcastic; to
please myself, to satisfy my desires, to be self-indulgent “I
rambled” I changed my focus “to view” to conduct a systematic
survey; a view of American Folk Music “The fair fields”
leftwing, equitable area of specialization, the folk music world
“all alone” without a band backing me up “Down by the banks”
down by the record companies “of Loch Eiron” located in
some obscure place like folk music “Where beauty” where
something deserving of a high level of respect gained by
impressive development and achievement “and pleasure” and
the pleasure that it brings “were known” were recognized and
appreciated by the folk crowd.
“Fair” as equitable, in accordance with relative merit and

significance. Marx, “To each according to his needs” As I
Went Out One Morning 1968, “I spied the fairest damsel that
ever did walk in chains.”
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I spied a fair maid at her labor

Which caused me to stay for a while
And I thought of a goddess to beauty
Blooming' bright star of Bright Isle.
“I spied” I spied, as if I was an undercover FBI Agent, “a fair

maid” a Communist woman, “maid” as in the Communist song
Union Maid and as in “old maid” as in Desolation Row 1966,
“at her labor” singing songs that favored the working class
“which caused me to stay for a while” which caused me to
pretend to join the Left for a short while “And I thought of a
goddess to beauty” I devised a plan to use this woman with a
beautiful voice in my rise to fame “Bloomin’” Joan Baez who
was growing and flourishing with youth and vigor “bright star”
who was the brightest star, the most popular, yet not the
brightest when it came to intelligence “of Bright Isle” of the folk
music world.
I humbled myself to her beauty

Fair maiden, where do you belong?
Are you from heaven descended
Abiding in Cupid's fair throne?
“I humbled myself” sarcastic; I formulated a low opinion of

myself compared “to her beauty” to her beautiful operatic
voice, her songs “Fair maiden where do you belong?” Joan
what century do you belong in? Your songs are certainly not
from this one “Are you from heaven descended” are you a
freakin’ reincarnation of some old English balladeer “Abiding in
Cupid’s fair throne” still singing morbid love songs like Barbara
Allen?
Young man, I will tell you a secret

It's true I'm a maid that is poor
And to part from my vows and my promise
Is more than my heart can endure.
“Young man” young Bob Dylan “I will tell you a secret” I will tell
you the secret formula of my success “It’s true I’m a maid that
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is poor” it’s true that I am folksinger and a supporter of the Left

which is not the best thing to be in the world “But to part from
my vows and my promise” but to break my promise to perform
a specified act and behave in a certain manner that I made to
the Left “Is more than my heart can endure” is more than my
true, innermost feelings can tolerate.
Therefore I remain at my service

And go through all my hardship and toil
And wait for the lad that has left me
All alone on the banks of Belle Isle"
“Therefore I remain at my service” therefore I remain at the

disposal of the Left including the Communist Party and its
intelligence service “And go through all my hardship” and go
through something that causes suffering or privation “and toil”
and labor with difficulty “And wait for” and eagerly anticipate
the return of “the lad that has left me” the young Bob Dylan,
who was never a leftist or liberal and ain’t comin’ back
because he wasn’t there to begin with “All alone” indifferent to
the approval of a wider audience “on the banks” in the
recording companies “of Belle Isle” of folk music.
Young maiden I wish not to banter

It's true I come here in disguise
I came here to fulfill our last promise
And hope to give you a surprise.
“Young maiden” Dylan tells gullible Joanie “I wish not to

banter” I am not trying to trick you with my protest songs “It’s
true I come here in disguise” it is true that I hate folk music, I
hate the Left and I am here pretending to be one of you
because I harbor ulterior motives “I came here to fulfill our last
promise” I came here to fulfill the promise of using folk music
as a backdoor to enter the real world of rock and roll “And
hope to give you a surprise” and I am going to surprise the
bejesus out of you someday when I leave this sick world of
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commies and comsymps behind and start singing rock and roll
songs.
ROLLING AND TUMBLING 2006***
Well, I get up in the dawn and I go down and lay in the shade
I get up in the dawn and I go down and lay in the shade
I ain't nobody's house boy, I ain't nobody's well trained maid
“Well, I get up” I get an erection “in the dawn” when I first
begin to appear and develop; emerge “and I go down and lay
in” and I have sex with “the shade” translated into Dylan’s
bitter thoughts, a beaner, a Hispanic, a half-breed, “shade” the
degree to which a color is mixed with black; gradation of
darkness. Dylan described Joan Baez in Tarantula, “on sweet
mermaid she sings of ideals, different formulas & wild
cookbooks / dark Scary…crippled mermaid singing & listen
that's her singing now & she meows too.” Rolling and
Tumbling continues, “I ain't nobody's house boy” I ain’t a
native boy who helped a soldier perform basic responsibilities;
I am not helping the Kremlin achieve its goals. Also I am not
being kept around to be used by Baez as a sexual object “I
ain't nobody's well trained maid” I am not a card-carrying
obedient Communist like Baez who was taught to sing by a
voice trainer and sung in a well-trained three octave soprano
voice. Note use of “maid” in all three poems.
So many people believed Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands was

written to Joan Baez that Dylan had to insert a line in Sara
1975 that made it clear that Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
was written to Sara Dylan.
SARA 1975
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,

I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
Writing Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands for you
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“I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells” I can still
feel the effects of methadone signaling that my addiction had
come to an end at least temporarily “I'd taken the cure and
had just gotten through” Dylan had kicked junk and just gotten
through the worst part of it “Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea
Hotel” going through cold turkey in a hotel known for drug
dealing at that time “Writing Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
for you” writing Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands for New York
City.
Sara, Sara,
Wherever we travel we're never apart.
Sara, oh Sara,
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.
“Sara, Sara” New York, New York “Wherever we travel we're

never apart” even if I travel far away to another city we are
never apart “Sara, oh Sara, Beautiful lady” Sad Eyed Lady of
the Lowlands “so dear to my heart.”
How did I meet you? I don't know.

A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.
“How did I meet you? I don't know” How did I meet you? let
me think of how to put this “A messenger” a desire to deliver a
message “sent me” sent me to New York City “in a tropical
storm” after a violent, sudden attack on Jim Crow in the South
of the United States, a period of social upheaval “You were
there in the winter” New York City was there when I received a
cold reception “moonlight on the snow” and when I secretly
started taking heroin. Also similar word usage as in Talkin
New York 1962, “Winter time in New York Town / Wind blowin’
the snow around” “And on Lily Pond Lane” and then when I
started writing my songs secretly praising Lily White America
“when the weather was warm” after the climate of the folk
scene became receptive, warmed up, to me. “Moonlight” as do
something in secret; Copper Kettle 1970, “You'll just lay there
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by the juniper while the moon is bright / Watch them jugs a-

filling in the pale moonlight.”
Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands 1966, is not about Sarah, and

it is not about Joan. It is about New York City. This was not an
easy poem to translate:
SAD-EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS, 1966
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times

And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
“With your mercury mouth” the American Mercury, a magazine

published by the neo-Nazi mouthpiece George Lincoln
Rockwell and published in New York City “in the missionary
times” in the Cold War times; John Birch was a missionary
killed by the Red Chinese. His death sparked the formation of
the ultra-rightwing John Birch Society “And your eyes” and
your thoughts “like smoke” that conceal your real thinking “and
your prayers” and your newspaper editorials “like rhymes” that
correspond to one another when it comes to issues such as
segregation, negotiations with the Soviet Union “And your
silver cross” and your Democratic Party as in Democrat
William Jennings Bryan Cross of Gold speech “and your
voice” and your right and opportunity to express a choice “like
chimes” all in agreement, a Democratic City “Oh, who among
them do they think could bury you?” sarcastic, the Soviet
Union will bury you, thanks to your liberal politics: Nikita
Khrushchev stated:
About the capitalist states, it doesn't depend on you whether

or not we exist. If you don't like us don't accept our invitations,
and don't invite us to come to see you. Whether you like it or
not history is on our side. We will bury you!
“Mercury” as The American Mercury; No Time To Think 1978,
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China doll, alcohol, duality, mortality

Mercury rules you and destiny fools you
Like the plague, with a dangerous wink
And there’s no time to think
“China doll” heroin “alcohol / duality” using both heroin and

alcohol at the same time “mortality” this could lead to death
“Mercury rules you” Nazi thought rules you “and destiny” the
inevitable fate to which a particular person or thing is destined;
Dylan would have been destined to die under a Nazi regime
“fools you” eludes you “Like the plague” like this mass murder
“with a dangerous wink” wink at to pretend not to see: winked
at the agenda of the American Nazi Party. “And there's no
time to think” and I made the wrong decision.
“China doll” as heroin; Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “an' the

woven' spell of Paul Clayton” a White folksinger who
introduced Dylan to Ray Gooch “entrancin' me like China's
plague unescapeable.”
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
“Sad” sad said of a color lacking brightness; dark “eyed”

thinker; Black-loving “lady” aristocrat “of the lowlands” of New
York City, New Amsterdam, the lowlands of Holland “Where
the sad-eyed prophet” where a person gifted with profound
moral insight and exceptional powers of expression when it
comes to darkies “says that no man comes” says no man is
ever going to evolve from the ape-like creatures “My
warehouse eyes” my thoughts about warehousing or
institutionalizing Blacks in deportation camps “my Arabian” my
racist “drums” my desire to promote and support sending
Blacks back to Africa “Should I put them by your gate” should I
present them to you, you who prides yourself on Ellis Island,
‘America’s Gate’ where people of all races were allowed to
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enter as immigrants “Or Sad Eyed Lady should I wait?” or

should I wait until the Blacks and their Communist controllers
destroy New York City?
“Arabian” as racist; Liner Notes to Highway 61 Revisited 1965,
On the slow train time does not interfere & at the Arabian
crossing waits White Heap, the man from the newspaper &
behind him the hundred Inevitables made of solid rock & stone
“On the slow train” on a train of thought that takes some time
to arrive at; Slow Train 1979 “There’s a slow train a comin”
Christianity “up around the bend” is a comin’ to a person that
is crazy, around the bend “time does not interfere” an interval,
especially a span of years, marked by similar events,
conditions, such as the Holocaust and World War II does not
become involved, so as to alter and hinder an action “& at the
Arabian crossing” and at the point of crossing over to racism
“waits White Heap” waits white trash as in ‘trash heap’ “the
man from the newspaper” George Lincoln Rockwell who
received a lot of publicity at this time “& behind him the
hundred Inevitables” and backing him up the early small band
of Storm Troopers invariably appearing; predictable “made of
solid rock” composed of doctrine suggestive of a mass of
stone in stability, firmness and dependability. Christian poem,
Solid Rock 1980 “I’m hanging on to solid rock” “& stone” and
composed of punishment, reaction.
“Arabian” as racist; Tarantula,
& she's a phantom & mouth like an oven she dances on a

cake of islam & "dont tell someone what you know they
already know. that makes them think that you are just like
them & you aint!" …but then you take gwendeline, the different
story & rides with lawrence o arabia & plays with her mercury -
mumbling crummy world & "oh, the sadness!"
“she's a phantom” Israel possessed Phantom Fighter Jets at

this time “& mouth like an oven” and she utters words about
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the Holocaust without conviction and understanding “she

dances on a cake of islam” she exists on top of earlier Islamic
civilizations “cake” layer or deposit of compacted matter, a
“tel” as in Tel Aviv “‘& dont tell someone what you know they
already know. that makes them think that you’re just like them
& you aint!” don’t tell this to your fellow Jews because they
already know it but will not admit it to themselves. If you do
they will think that you are also a Zionist when you are not “but
then you take gwendeline” but then you take Chloe Kiel “the
different story” who had a different story about Jews and Israel
“& rides with lawrence o Arabia” and lives with someone who
is a racist, who is pro-Arab, Ray Gooch “& plays with” receives
or accepts “her mercury” her copy of George Lincoln
Rockwell’s American Mercury “mumbling crummy world & ‘oh,
the sadness!’” oh the Blacks.
Tarantula, “Twinkle Clown” Ray Gooch who was a soldier for a

brief time “with arabic lettering on his forehead” with his racism
clearly displayed “wanting everybody to experience his fright”
wanting everyone to experience his fear, his hatred of the
Black Race.
With your pockets well protected at last

And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
“With your pockets” with your wealth “well protected at last” no

longer at risk thanks to economic reforms after the Great
Depression “And your streetcar visions” and your Works
Progress Administration projects “which you place on the
grass” in which you employ grassroots, ordinary people “And
your flesh” and your family; kin “like silk” wealthy as in the ‘silk
stocking district’ “and your face” your race “like glass” like a
illusion, hidden under gentile names “Who among them do
they think could carry you?” what banks will keep your
accounts as a debtor?
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“Glass” as illusory; Man Gave Names To All The Animals

1979, “He saw an animal as smooth as glass” Bob saw a
person who behaved in a bestial or brutish manner who was
charming or persuasive but insincere, illusory “Slithering his
way through the grass” a snake-like human trying to ingratiate
himself with the grass root Americans. Dylan was referring to
the Communists. “Grass” as grass roots Joan Baez in
Concert, Part 2 Liner Notes 1962 “An' yank the grass outa the
ground / An' rip savagely at its roots.” I Wanna Be Your Lover
1966,
Well, Phaedra with her looking glass

Stretchin’ out upon the grass
She gets all messed up and she faints –
That’s ’cause she’s so obvious and you ain’t
“Well, Phaedra” well the Left “with her looking-glass” with her
fantasies and illusions right out of Lewis Carroll’s Alice In
Wonderland or Through the Looking-Glass wherein Carroll will
play with different kinds of reversal, reflection, and opposition.
Sometimes it's time that seems to work backwards, such as
when the White Queen bleeds first and then pricks her finger.
“Stretchin' out upon the grass” stretching the truth when
addressing grass roots America “She gets all messed up” she
gets confused by my lyrics “and she faints” and she pretends
to be angry “That's 'cause she's so obvious” that is because
the message of the Left is apparent, obviously wrong “and you
ain't” and mine ain’t. Sad Eyed Lady continues:
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
“With your sheets like metal” with your “sheet” preparations for
race riots as in the sheet metal used to cover store windows
“and your belt” Slang a powerful blow; a wallop “like lace” like
a sissy “And your deck of cards” and your collection of Black
characters “missing the jack” lacking those who do important
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jobs “and the ace” and the ace – someone who is highly
skilled. “Deck of cards missing the jack and the ace” is found
in Tarantula, “a few Baby Huey for President buttons” a few
buttons indicating support for a Southern politician, Huey Long
and not the cartoon character pictured on the right “a deck of
cards with the aces missing” a bunch of unskilled Blacks
“some empty deodorant bottles” who are adverse to working
up a sweat. Sad Eyed Lady continues “And your basement”
and your last place and lowest level; as in competitive
standings: Subterranean Homesick Blues 1965, “Johnny’s in
the basement.” “clothes” words, education, schools “and your
hollow face” and your race which has no real value and worth,
and lacks purpose “Who among them” who among the other
people in the world as in ‘them and us’ “can think he could
outguess you?” can gain the advantage over America by
cleverness or forethought?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
“With your silhouette when the sunlight dims” with your darkies
“Into your eyes” into your brain, your thoughts “where the
moonlight” where insanity “swims” makes your head swim,
confuses and overwhelms you “And your match-book songs”
and your literature wherein Blacks closely resemble or
harmonize with Whites “and your gypsy hymns” and your New
York State anti-slavery laws “Who among them would try to
impress you?” but who among the other states of the union
would compel New Yorkers to serve in a military force? Not
the Confederacy?
“Silhouettes” as colored people; Chronicles, “He was noir all

the way - dark sombrero, black britches, high boots, slip-on
gloves - all shadow and silhouette-dimmed out, a black prince
from the black hills.”
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list

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Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss

And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
“The kings of Tyrus” the Wall Street Community, the greatest

stocks and bonds traders in the world “with their convict list”
with their proclivity to white collar crime “Are waiting in line for”
are eagerly anticipating “their geranium kiss” their profits from
the Cold War military industrial complex; Tarantula, “Delia,
who's called Debra when she walks around in her nurse
uniform, she casts off pure light in the cellar & has principles /
ask her for a paper favor & she gives you a geranium poem”
gives you a poem about the Bomb “And you wouldn't know it
would happen like this” sarcastic, who would ever think
anyone would make huge profits from war “But who among
them” what other city “really wants just to kiss you?” really
wants just kiss you goodbye and be forced to regard Wall
Street as lost, ruined, and hopeless.
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug

And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
“With your childhood flames” with your Triangle Shirt Factory

fire “on your midnight rug” during which 146 employees of the
Triangle Shirtwaist Company were dead the night of March 25,
1911 and laid out on rugs in famous newspaper photographs
in one of New York’s worst disasters “And your Spanish
manners” and the inquisition that was conducted after this
incident “and your mother's” and your conscience’s “drugs”
ability to stupefy and dull with or as if with a drug “And your
cowboy mouth” and your heroic words merely mouthed; “Give
me your tired, your poor / Your huddled masses yearning to
breathe free / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore”
“and your curfew plugs” and your police force to keep the new
immigrants in line or put them to sleep for good if they
happened to get plugged, wounded; Gates of Eden 1962, “Its
curfew gull just glides” “Who among them do you think could
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resist you?” which new immigrant group can resist getting

exploited?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
“Oh, the farmers” oh those who were affected by the
Depression “and the businessmen” and the Communist
propagandists “they all did decide” they got together and voted
in a block, the United Front “To show you the dead” to elect
someone lacking feeling and sensitivity; numb and
unresponsive Franklin D. Roosevelt had polio “angels” and
was a leader, guiding influence “that they used to hide” from
Hyde Park New York, that they used as a front man so that
they could keep a low profile, out of sight “But why did they
pick you to sympathize with their side?” but why did they
chose New York City as a stronghold for FDR “Oh, how could
they ever mistake you?” sarcastic, New York was his home
state.
“Businessmen” as Communist propagandist, those who were

giving the public ‘the business,’ You Gotta Serve Somebody
1979, “You may be a businessman or some high degree thief”
you may be a communist or some thief who nationalizes vast
amounts of property. Summer Days 2001, “what good are you
anyway if you can't stand up to some old” what good are you
anyway if you can't stand up for human rights to some
antiquated out of date, Old Left “businessman” communist.
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
“They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm” they
wished you'd accepted the blame for the prison farm where
corrupt New York City politicians were sent “But with the sea
at your feet” but with immigration from Italy “and the phony
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false alarm” and real intimidation by gangsters. Changing of

the Guard 1978 in regard to the repression inherent in Soviet
communism: “Empty eyes disguised by false pride and false
alarms / and all of mankind rising from her empty arms.” “And
with the child of the hoodlum” and with the Mafia “wrapped up”
bound or obligated, as under a pledge to a particular cause “in
your arms” in an administrative or functional branch, as of an
organization such at the New York City Police Department
“How could they ever, ever persuade you?” how could these
hoods have persuaded you into tolerating their presence?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,

And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
“With your sheet-metal memory” with your history of rioting -

sheet metal is used to board up buildings after a fire or a riot;
on Sunday, June 12, 1863 the names of the draftees for
compulsory service in the Civil War were published in
newspapers. Within hours, groups of Irish immigrants banded
together across the city. Eventually numbering some 50,000
people, the mob terrorized neighborhoods on the East Side of
New York for three days looting scores of stores. Blacks were
the targets of most attacks on citizens; several lynchings and
beatings occurred “of Cannery Row” of Catholic immigrants.
Cannery Row is a book about the lives of Catholic immigrants
by John Steinbeck “And your magazine husband who one day
just had to go” and the federal troops who quelled the riot -
Lincoln deployed combat troops from the Federal Army of the
Potomac to restore order; they remained encamped around
the city for several weeks; “magazine” a place for storing
weapons, explosives, or military equipment “And your
gentleness now, which you just can't help but show” and your
contemporary attempts to avoid a repetition of these riots
“Who among them” what other state in the union “do you think
would employ you?” “employ” to use as a means to employ
secret measures to get one's ends.
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Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole

With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saint like face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
“Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole” now you
stand on equal ground with your poet and it is his turn to
determine who is in violation of the law “With your holy
medallion” with your police badges “which your fingertips fold”
and the folding money that you collect as bribes as
opportunities for corruption are always at your fingertips “And
your saint like face” and your police force made up of
Catholics “and your ghostlike soul” who will kill Blacks just as
the Southern cops who were members of the KKK would “Oh,
who among them do you think could destroy you?” what other
criminal could destroy you?
“Thief” as poet; Eleven Outlined Epitaphs, “Yes, I am a thief of

thoughts / not, I pray, a stealer of souls / I have built an' rebuilt
/ upon what is waitin'” Positively Fourth Street 1965; to the
folkies; “No, I do not feel that good / When I see the
heartbreaks you embrace / If I was a master thief” sarcastic: if
I was a world class poet “Perhaps I'd rob them” perhaps I
would express them.
DYLAN AND THE MEDIA
Dylan, a crypto-conservative, always had contempt for the

liberal media but could not criticize it from a rightwing
viewpoint. Instead Dylan accused the media of vacuous
reportage, like being interested in what cereal he had for
breakfast. Some segments of the media picked up on this and
had its doubts about Dylan’s authenticity. As a result in 1963
Dylan was the recipient of an expose done by a reporter at
Newsweek Magazine. Dylan responded in verse:
RESTLESS FAREWELL 1964

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Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time

To disgrace, distract, and bother me.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me.
“Oh a false clock tries to tick out” a dishonest reporter is

attempting to report on “my time” my life, my place in history
“To disgrace” to deprive me of favor or good repute “distract”
to disturb in my mind or make me uneasy or cause me to be
worried or alarmed “and bother me” and intrude on me without
invitation or warrant; disturb “And the dirt of gossip blows into
my face” and my value and standing in the eyes of others; my
prestige is undermined by unsubstantiated libelous reportage
that is rapidly spreading. Also derogatory gossip engulfs my
race, having been exposed by Newsweek as Robert Allen
Zimmerman, a Jewish kid from Hibbing, Minnesota, and not a
Protestant as most folksingers were “And the dust of rumors
covers me” and the excrement of libelous articles covers me.
“Cover” to be responsible for reporting the details of an event
or situation. Newsweek had run a story that sparked a rumor
that Dylan had stolen Blowin in the Wind from another
folksinger (Lorre Wyatt) which, judging from its racist sub-
content, is impossible.
“Rumors” as malicious stories; Eleven Outlined Epitaphs

1964, “what will be my punishment” (for disrespecting a
reporter from Newsweek) “a rumor tale on you ha ha” “a what
kind of tale ha ha ha ha” “yes well you'll see, Mr. Dylan, you'll
see.”
But if the arrow is straight

And the point is slick
It can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
So I'll make my stand
And remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn.
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“But if the arrow” but if the direction my career takes “is

straight” is characterized by undeviating support for
conservative political principles “And the point is slick” and if
the point I make is slick, devious, tricky “It can pierce through
dust no matter how thick” it will move and affect critics and cut
through shit no matter how thick they lay it on, how intensively
“So I'll make my stand” so I will submit to and undergo, ‘stand
trial,’ I will make my stand politically “And remain as I am” and
not change to please Newsweek “And bid farewell and not
give a damn” and I will bid farewell to folk music and not give a
damn what Newsweek writes about Bob Dylan the “leftwing”
folksinger.
THE WICKED MESSENGER
There was a wicked messenger

From Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied
The smallest matter.
When questioned who had sent for him
He answered with his thumb
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter.
“There was a wicked” there was a slang; strikingly good,

effective, and skillful, articulate; Chronicles, “wicked sounding”
“messenger” message song writer “From Eli he did come”
from the Jews, from the Old Testament he did come “With a
mind that multiplied / The smallest matter” with a mind that
could take reading matter such as a newspaper article and
over exaggerate its significance by turning it into a topical
song “When questioned who had sent for him” when asked by
the press why did you come to New York City? “He answered
with his thumb” he told them he thumbed his way here, he
thumbed his nose at them “For his tongue it could not speak”
because his language it could not tell the truth “but only flatter”
but could only tell the media what it wanted to hear, a self
generated legend.
He stayed behind the assembly hall

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It was there he made his bed,

Oftentimes he could be seen returning.
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which read
The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning
“He stayed behind the assembly hall” he pretended to support

the Left, “assembly hall” as in Union Hall “It was there he
made his bed” it was there he built his foundation in show
business “Oftentimes he could be seen returning” oftentimes
he could be seen performing, “return” a recurrence, as of a
periodic event, an encore “Until one day he just appeared /
With a note in his hand which read” until one day he just
appeared with a musical note that he had written that did not
conform to folk music that clearly stated “The soles of my feet”
the very soul of my ambition is to leave folk music “I swear
they're burning” and now this is my greatest my passion.
BALLAD OF A THIN MAN 1965
You walk into the room

With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, Who is that man?
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
“You walk into the room” you are allowed into Congress “With
your pencil in your hand” ready to report “You see somebody
naked” you see someone vulnerable like Senator Barry
Goldwater “And you say, ‘Who is that man?’” and you smell
your prey “You try so hard” sarcastic; you have a liberal bias
“But you don't understand” sarcastic; you understand “Just
what you'll say / When you get home” just what you will write
when you get back to the home office of your publication that
will please your liberal Democratic editors “And something is
happening here but you don’t know what it is, do you Mr.
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Jones?” something new is happening - a real American is

running for President.
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you

And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan.
“Well, the sword swallower” well the old Dylan who pretended
to believe in the Left and made believe he swallowed, believed
and accepted without questioning or challenge, its bogus
violent, dogmatic ideas “he comes up to you” he approaches
the reporter while he is operating on a journalistic level writing
topical songs based on news stories “And then he kneels” and
then he pretends to be subservient to the reporter “He crosses
himself” he reaffirms his allegiance to the religion of the Left
double-crossing himself “And then he clicks his high heels” but
composes poems that contain racist sub-content. Nazi officers
would click their heels when called to attention. “And without
further notice” and without an actual written or printed review –
as in the play received favorable notices “He asks you how it
feels” the sword swallower asks the critic if you like his songs?
“And he says, "Here is your throat back / Thanks for the loan"
and of course the journalist likes the song because it
originated in the liberal world of journalism “And something is
happening here but you don’t know what it is? Do you Mr.
Jones?” Dylan is manipulating the media.
Now you see this one-eyed midget

Shouting the word ‘now’!
And you say, for what reason?
And he says, how?
And you say, what does this mean?
And he screams back, you're a cow
Give me some milk
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Or else go home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones
“Now you see this one-eyed” now the reporter sees a single
minded “midget” a man belonging to a type or class much
smaller than what is considered standard, a minority group,
who is a monster, a bogeyman, a bogey “Shouting the word
‘NOW’" demanding Freedom Now! This was the slogan of the
Civil Rights Movement “And you say, ‘For what reason?’” and
you, the reporter, are sympathetic to him and ask for his
rationale “And he says, ‘How?’” but the Black has copped an
attitude and is not interested in providing an explanation, he
just wants what he believes he has coming to him “And you
say, ‘What does this mean?’" and the reporter says to himself
wait one cotton pickin’ minute, this ain’t the story book civil
rights Black, this an extortionist “And he screams back, ‘You're
a cow’” and he reiterates his demand and he protests that you
are a cash cow you White Devil “Give me some milk” give me
some free money, welfare I don’t want to earn it; Tarantula,
“you can keep my cow as i now am on the road to freedom”
“Or else go home” or else go back to your home office and file
an unfavorable story about Blacks – fat chance “Because
something is happening here / But you don't know what it is /
Do you, Mister Jones?” because the Blacks are putting one
over on you and your support of the Civil Rights Movement is
misguided and unwarranted.
JUDAISM
By the early 1970’s what was left of Dylan’s soul began to kick
in. It wasn’t much, as it would prove insignificant in the long,
run but it was enough to give him impetus to attempt to find a
way to abrogate the deal he had made with the Devil. That is
why when I knew Bob back in the early 1970’s he was a proud
Jew and was hoping to find a force greater than Satan before
his time was up. Dylan was the real deal as far as Zionism
went: A religious Jew who claimed to be Dylan’s emissary told
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me that Bob had clandestinely transferred funds to a Swiss

Bank from which it was funneled to Israel where it was used to
purchase a French fighter jet for the Israeli Defense Force,
circumventing federal law. Along with his Jewish nationalism
there came a Judaic spiritual awakening; looking to the God of
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob to not only find a way to weasel
out of the bargain he had made with Lucifer but to help him
end his addiction to heroin.
TOUGH MAMA 1973
Sweet Goddess
Born of a blinding light and a changing wind,
Now, don't be modest, you know who you are and where
you've been.
Jack the Cowboy went up north
He's buried in your past.
The Lone Wolf went out drinking
That was over pretty fast.
Sweet Goddess
Your perfect stranger's comin' in at last.
“Sweet” sweet on Informal enamored of; in love with

“Goddess” Israel “Born of a blinding light” born of the will of
the Almighty; in the study of the physical presence of God, the
Lord is always shielded by a blinding light “and a changing
wind” and a volatile political climate in Germany that became
inconceivably destructive “Now don't be modest” the fact that
Israel exists is in itself a miracle. Also ironic; you are moderate
or limited in size “you know who you are” you are the survivors
“and where you've been” of the Nazi death camps “Jack, the
cowboy” the heroic Zev Jabotinsky “went up north” went to
New York “he's buried” lost, difficult to find out about, because
he was a Zionist revisionist “in your past” in the history of
Israel “The lone wolf” Zev Jabotinsky; A book about him by
Shmuel Katz with research by Joel Gilbert, who heads a Dylan
tribute band, was entitled The Lone Wolf “went out drinking”
went out of life in a state similar to a broken man “that was
over pretty fast” because the Jews of Europe were murdered
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in a methodological fashion and as result it happened too

quickly for Jabotinsky to stop it “Sweet Goddess” sweet Israel
“Your perfect stranger's coming in at last” a person who is
totally new to loving you, who in fact at one point hated you, is
finally coming home. The prodigal son, someone who acts
irresponsibly and later regrets it, has returned.
Silver Angel With the badge of the lonesome road sewed in

your sleeve,
I'd be grateful if this golden ring you would receive.
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
Sweet Goddess
It must be time to carve another notch.
“Silver Angel” eloquent, time-tested moral and spiritual guide

“With the badge of the lonesome road sewed in your sleeve”
who is displaying the symbol of the worst part of the Diaspora,
the Nazi era, where Jews were forced to wear Stars of David
on their arms “I'd be grateful if this golden ring you would
receive” I would be grateful if this precious musical
composition you would receive “Today on the countryside it
was a-hotter than a crotch” in 1973 the Arab armies prepared
for war against the Jewish State and in October 1973 the Yom
Kippur War was fought “I stood alone upon the ridge and all I
did was watch” I was in Israel where terrace farming involving
ridges is prevalent but I was unable to take part in the battle
“Sweet Goddess” Israel a land built on high moral grounds “It
must be time to carve another notch” it must be time to put
another notch in your UZI or Galil assault rifle and kill another
enemy of the Jewish people. It was around this time that the
mass media reported that Dylan had pledged to send fifty
percent of his Rolling Thunder tour’s profits to Israel. This
author was quoted in Newsweek Magazine as saying “He is
an ultra-Zionist. He is doing the tour to raise money for Israel.
He has given large sums of money to Israel in the name of
Abraham Zimmerman.” Boy, was I intent on digging my own
grave!
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SOMETHING THERE IS ABOUT YOU 1973
Something there is about you that strikes a match in me

Is it the way your body moves or is it the way your hair blows
free?
Or is it because you remind me of something that used to be

Somethin' that crossed over from another century?
“Something there is about you” there is some indefinable

spiritual quality about Israel and Judaism “that strikes” that
produces as if by playing a musical instrument “a match in me”
a counterpart, a song, a poem in me “Is it the way your body
moves” is it the way your Torah moves me because it is great
literature? “Body” as body of work “or is it the way your hair
blows free?” or is it because of your politics that spreads
freedom? “Or is it because you remind me of something that
used to be / Somethin' that crossed over from another
century?” or is it because Israel was once a sovereign
kingdom or is it something I inherited genetically?
Something there is about you that moves with style and grace
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
My hand's on the saber and you've picked up the baton
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on
Something there is about you that moves with style”

something there is about Israel that moves me with a
combination of distinctive features of literary expression as
found in the Old Testament “and grace” and the power
granted by God “I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better
place” I was in a self destructive bag, now I am in some better
place. “My hand's on the saber” my hand is on a set of works
“and you've picked up the baton” and Judaism is the cop that
is going to stop me from shooting dope “Somethin' there is
about you that I can't quite put my finger on” there is
something about you that is going to stop me from putting my
fingers on that set of works, something mystical, mysterious,
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unknown. “Saber” as works; Tarantula, from a chapter entitled,

Advice To Hobo’s Model,
check into the bathrooms where bird lives for when he comes
flying out with a saber in his wing - a country music singer by
his side digesting a carrier pigeon
“check into” find out about “the bathrooms” the shithole

venues. The only other use of “bathroom” was found in Advice
for Geraldine on her Miscellaneous Birthday “beware of
bathroom walls that've not been written on” “where bird” where
a singer, Bob Dylan “lives for when he comes flying out with a
saber in his wing” lives for the time he leaves high having
stuck a needle in his arm “wing” informal: an arm of a human
“a country music singer by his side” expressing his true self
“digesting” condensing or abridging a written work “a carrier
pigeon” a leftwing message song.
THE DYLAN WOMEN
In Chronicles Dylan proclaimed his love for Suzie Rotolo but

in Ballad in Plain D 1964, he accused her of having sex with
African-Americans behind his back.
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace

Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies
Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but,
“Please
What’s wrong and what’s exactly the matter?”
“From silhouetted anger” from anger about the woman Bob

loved having sex with Black men (see “silhouette” in Sad Eyed
Lady of the Lowlands) “to manufactured peace” to having to
make up something artificial and untrue, to going into denial
about it “Answers of emptiness” answers about why Suzie
Rotolo cheated on me had no substance “voice” and were just
an agency of expression of the racial equality movement
“vacancies, containing nothing “Till the tombstones of damage
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read me” at this point the relationship was already over “no
questions but, ‘Please, What's wrong and what's exactly the
matter?’” how come you prefer these men to me sexually?
Rotolo’s parents were Joachim Rotolo and Mary Pezzati

Rotolo, members of the American Communist Party. At about
the time she met Dylan, Rotolo began working full time as a
political activist in the office of the Congress of Racial Equality
(CORE) and for the Communist front group SANE. In 2004,
she participated in a street-theater group called "Billionaires
for Bush" and attended demonstrations at the Republican
National Convention outside Madison Square Garden. If she
were alive today she would be occupying Wall Street.
Suzie would prove to be invaluable to Bob in fabricating his

leftist bona fides – Bobby was so deep cover he even had a
Communist lover! Dylan revealed his “love” to the world by
putting her on the cover of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, (long
after they broke up) and singing about her “I got a woman five
foot short, yells and hollers, screams and snorts.” Wow, I
thought, Dylan is a real human being. This relationship added
to his persona as a romantic Greenwich Village character. He
wrote of the demise of his relationship with Suzie in Ballad In
Plain D and he seemed as if he was baring his soul to his
fans. How could he write songs wherein his true thoughts, as
evidenced in his subcontent, were racist and anti-Communist
and make love to what he viewed as an evil person at the
same time? Bob Dylan had gotten so deeply into his
undercover role that he forgot which side he was on. But
ultimately he used Suzie in his climb to fame and of course
didn’t show up at her funeral.
SHIRLEY NOZNISKY
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Sara Dylan born October 28, 1939 in Wilmington, Delaware as

Shirley Marlin Noznisky to Isaac and Bessie Noznisky and
later known as Sara Lowndes, after she married Hans
Lowndes, born January 1, 1911. Sara was married to Bob
Dylan from November 1965 until their divorce in June 1977.
Sara was a tough cookie. She was a former Playboy bunny,
not a debutante. When I spoke with Dylan he was always
alluding to the fact that “his wife might hit him” and I witnessed
her attack two reporters. When Sara came to her children’s
private school to regain their custody, she assaulted one of
their teachers. Al Aronowitz reported that her father Isaac, a
scrap metal dealer and first generation Jewish immigrant, was
killed on November 20, 1956 in the course of a robbery. I
know from the research I did into the life of Jack Ruby that the
mob controlled the scrap metal business on the East Coast in
the 1950’s and that many an incriminating vehicle was
disposed of by mob associates in this field, but I could not link
Mr. Noznisky with organized crime. Her mother would die five
years later leaving her to be raised by an aunt. Sara Dylan
bore Bob’s children during a period of relative normalcy in his
life. But in Malibu Dylan drifted back to his rakish ways and
Sara was not about to sit back while her husband cheated on
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her with his Black back-up singers! Not to mention the fact that
this normal Jewish mother had a junkie poet who called
himself Hector Schmector (schmeck is Yiddish for heroin) for a
husband. So they got divorced. It was inevitable as Dylan’s
loyalty was to the spirit that owned his soul, Satan, and not to
his family.
WE BETTER TALK THIS OVER 1978
I think we better talk this over

Maybe when we both get sober
You'll understand I'm only a man
Doing the best that I can.
“I think we better talk this over” I think we should reconsider

our decision to get a divorce “Maybe when we both get sober”
maybe after you stop drinking and I stop using dope. “You'll
understand I'm only a man / Doing the best that I can” you will
understand that I am subject to the temptations of the flesh
and I am doing the best I can to keep my dick in my pants
under unfortunate circumstances where women throw
themselves at me nightly.
This situation can only get rougher

Why should we needlessly suffer?
Let's call it a day go our own different way
Before we decay.
“This situation” this critical, problematic, and striking set of

circumstances “can only get rougher” can only get more
violent: it was alleged that Dylan hit Sara in the face after she
found him having breakfast with his children along with one of
his ho’s. Sara cited domestic violence in her suit to dissolve
the marriage. “Why should we needlessly suffer?” why go
through all of this “Let's call it a day go our own different way”
let’s get divorced and separate “Before we decay” before we
get too old to find new spouses.
You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face

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We've done nothing to each other time will not erase.

Oh child, why you wanna hurt me?
I'm exiled you can't convert me
I'm lost in the haze of your delicate ways
With both eyes glazed.
“You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face” you don’t

have to fear that your violence has left me permanently scared
“We've done nothing to each other time will not erase” the
wounds from our violent encounters will heal in time “Oh child,
why you wanna hurt me?” oh Sara why did you want to punch
me in the face? “I'm exiled” I am a person banished or living
away from his home “you can't convert me” you can’t get
money from me “convert” to exchange for something of equal
value: convert assets into cash “I'm lost in the haze” I took a
beating, a hazing “of your delicate ways” sarcastic: from your
violent ways “With both eyes glazed” with two black eyes.
I feel displaced, I got a low-down feeling

You been two-faced, you been double-dealing.
I took a chance, got caught in the trance
Of a downhill dance.
“I feel displaced” I had to move like a refugee and I have been

displaced as your husband “I got a low-down feeling” and
everyone knows it since it is all over the press “low down” as
in inside information given to a reporter “You been two-faced”
you have been deceitful “you been double-dealing” you been
cheating on me bitch “I took a chance” I knew I took a chance
marrying you “got caught in the trance / Of a downhill dance”
but I was caught in web of drug addiction. In Mr. Tambourine
Man 1964, in relation to Dylan’s love for heroin he wrote, “Cast
you dancin’ spell” or trance “my way I promise to go under it” I
will go under it as someone goes under the narcotic effects of
a drug.
But I don't think it's liable to happen

Like the sound of one hand clappin'.
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The vows that we kept are now broken and swept

'Neath the bed where we slept.
“But I don't think it's liable to happen” it is unlikely that we will

reunite “Like the sound of one hand” like an old hand at
something “clappin'” getting the clap, “clap” a common
venereal disease aka gonorrhea. Tarantula has numerous
passages where Sigmund Freud, who linked sexuality with
almost everything, is linked to “Mr. Clap,” “Freud paces back &
forth - struggling with his boot & trying to finish his Vermouth –
‘fraid you got the wrong idea Mr. Clap.’” “The vows that we
kept” the marriage vows we once kept “are now broken and
swept” are now broken and have been swept under the rug,
deliberately forgotten about “'Neath the bed where we slept”
because of both of our cheating on one another.
Don't think of me and fantasize on what we never had

Be grateful for what we've shared together and be glad.
Why should we go on watching each other through a
telescope?
Eventually we'll hang ourselves on all this tangled rope.
“Don't think of me and fantasize on what we never had” don’t

carry all this bitterness and resentment around just because I
could not be loyal to you “Be grateful for what we've shared
together and be glad” be happy you got to spend some time
with someone of my caliber and be glad “Why should we go
on watching each other through a telescope?” why should we
hire private eyes to spy on one another? “Eventually we'll
hang ourselves on all this tangled rope” eventually we will
destroy one another in divorce court, “tangle” something
jumbled and confused; ‘a tangle of divorce law.’
Oh, babe, time for a new transition

I wish I was a magician.
I would wave a wand and tie back the bond
That we've both gone beyond.
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“Oh, babe, time for a new transition” oh beautiful Sara time for
a change “I wish I was a magician” sarcastic: I wish I was a
creator of great beauty “I would wave a wand” perform a
miracle, whip out my dick “and tie back the bond” and renew
our marital ties, screw your brains out “That we've both gone
beyond” that we’ve both left irrevocably behind.
Bob never mentioned how he terrorized Sara in any of

these poems: “He began to act in a bizarre and frightening
manner, causing me to be terrified of him. He would come in
and out of the house at all hours, often bursting into my room,
where he would stand and gaze at me in silence and refuse to
leave… I was in such fear of him that I locked doors to protect
myself from his violent outburst and temper tantrums” (Santa
Monica Superior Court March 1, 1977)
She charged he belted her in the face and subjected her to

profanity and vulgarity “During the time he and I were married,
he expressed little or no interest in the children. He refused to
come near the hospital when all but the last of our children
were born. Once, because he wanted to finish a chess game.”
This bullshit didn’t end there. The former male prostitute

invited his latest squeeze Malka Marom to stay for breakfast
after schupping her and he had the kids at breakfast table too
when Sara slithered down from the bedroom. The next thing
you know Bobby orders her to leave the house and take the
brats with her.
The Judge stuck it to Dylan: "respondent, Robert Dylan, is

hereby restrained and enjoined from harassing, annoying,
molesting, or in any way interfering with the peace and quiet
and personal privacy of the petitioner, Sara Dylan." The
petition went on to award "exclusive use and occupancy" of
the couple's Malibu house to Sara, along with temporary
custody of Maria, 15 (adopted); Jesse, 11; Anna, 9; Samuel,
8; and Jakob, 6. Dylan was ordered by the petition "to vacate
the family premises immediately." After the settlement the kids
ran away and lived with their rock star father until Sara had
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them removed from custody while they were attending school.

Their teacher objected to this so Sara smacked him. Sara got
popped.
Sara filed for divorce on March 1, 1977 after those brutal

scenes over the breakfast table, when Bob hit her. Dylan
appeared in court March 15th to begin proceedings
concerning the disposition of the community property, which
includes the "Malibu complex; other and diverse property
including residence, farmlands and acreage in New York City;
East Hampton, Woodstock and Greene County, New York;
Minnesota and New Mexico; and undetermined interests in
publishing companies, subsidiary and residual recording
rights, royalties and literary copyrights." A nasty battle over the
children’s custody followed (he eventually got to see them
each summer), before Sara was awarded $36 million –
roughly half of Dylan’s worth – when the divorce was finalized
on June 30, 1977.
Who was this Malka Marom anyway? She was the child of
Holocaust survivors, the same Holocaust Dylan claimed was
exaggerated and only hundreds of thousands of Jews died,
not millions. Of course there is no evidence he believed this at
this time and might still have been in his proud Jew, pro-Israel
bag. In Britta Shain’s book she makes reference to people
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close to Dylan who were also the children of Holocaust

survivors.
Malka was an Israeli from North Tel Aviv where this author
lived for a year on Motzkin Street. “I was born in Poland or
Hungary, nobody really knows,” she says.
My mother gave me to her brother because they didn’t have

any children and because my parents were immigrating to
Israel to be pioneers. At the last minute, they threw me into
the window and that is how I survived. That was 1939. That is
the story my parents tell. They took the last train that Jews
were able to take and it took them to a port and they took a
boat to Israel. The next day or the next week, the Nazis
invaded and you couldn’t escape. My aunt went and brought a
lot of stuff with her, but her ship sank. I believe that if it is
beshert, if it is meant to be, it can happen. So I am a window
girl. I like to open up new things.
The divorce was acrimonious but netted Sara $36 million plus
half of the song royalties written while they were married. One
condition was never to speak about her life with Bob. Like all of
his other relationships the one with Malka was short lived. The
only love affair that ever lasted was Dylan loves Dylan.
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CHRISTIAN PERIOD
Dylan’s Judaism did not last long. Nothing ever does in his life
as Bob’s brain is bozofied and constantly in need of
medication of one sort or another. Dylan went back to the
Devil’s drug and started shootin’ and a-tootin’ once again.
Once a junkie, always a junkie. By 1975 Dylan was totally
disillusioned with the Jewish religion and looked for some
stronger medicine to cure his heroin addiction and negate his
pact with the Devil. He needed someone who could perform
miracles, someone who could bring people back from the
living dead; he needed “the Naz” - Jesus of Nazareth to help
him kick his drug habit and find a way to break his pact with
the Devil. On November 24, 1978, in Fort Worth Texas, Dylan
was seen wearing a large metallic cross. Two days later in
Houston he altered four lines of Tangled Up In Blue, “She
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opened up the Bible and started quoting it to me / Gospel

According to Mathew Verse 3 Chapter 33.” Christianity,
however, had taken hold of Bob Dylan much earlier:
ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE FOR THE ROAD 1975
Your daddy he's an outlaw

And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
“Your daddy” the antecedents of the Jewish people “he's an

outlaw” share the guilt for the death of Christ “And a wanderer
by trade” and as an equal exchange, a tradeoff, were exiled
for two thousand years, the wandering Jews “He'll teach you
how to pick and choose” Judaism will teach you how to select
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with great care, to be convinced you are part of God’s Chosen

People “And how to throw the blade” and how to perform
circumcision to separate Jews from the goyim, the non-Jews.
“He oversees his kingdom” Judaism keeps watch over its
belief in the eternal spiritual sovereignty of God “So no
stranger” so that someone alien to Judaism’s ways - someone
like Jesus, “does intrude” does not enter as an improper and
unwanted element “His voice it trembles” Judaism gives
expression to fear “as he calls out / For another plate of food”
as he calls out for knowledge from another source other than
the Son of God, Jesus of Nazareth. As he asks for a kosher
plate of food “One more cup of coffee for the road,” one more
chance to sober up and not convert to Christianity “One more
cup of coffee 'fore I go” one more shot of something to
counteract what I am doing before I go “To the valley below” to
Hell for converting to Christianity.
“Coffee” as Judaism” Tarantula, “nephews of the coffee bean

expert & other favorite sons graduating with a pompadour &
cum laude praise be & a wailing farewell to releasing the
hermit.” Dylan was upset that because of Jewish pressure
Nazi Rudolph Hess, the only prisoner remaining in Berlin’s
Spandau Prison, was not going to be released. Tarantula,
burn him in the coffee blam de lam! cut him with a fish knife
blam de lam! send him off to college.”
MICHAEL CANFIELD
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On November 22, 1973, I made what was perhaps the most

significant discovery of my lifetime. I was able to identify CIA
Official E. Howard Hunt and CIA contract employee Frank
Sturgis as the tramps who were picked up a few hours after
the Kennedy assassination. Their pictures had appeared in
press as a result of their having been arrested in the
Watergate Affair. These men had the motive, means and
opportunity to kill the President of the United States. I began
to spend a lot of time in Washington, D.C. at the National
Archives and I put Dylanology on the back burner. I teamed up
with social activist Dick Gregory, who got the tramp shots on
the front pages of numerous American newspapers and on
national television. In 1974, in the midst of this research, I met
a hippy minister Michael Canfield in front of Dylan’s
townhouse. I invited him back to 6 Bleecker Street where I
showed Mike the shots of the three tramps. Canfield and I
began to work together and Mike convinced Congressman
Henry Gonzalez of San Antonio Texas to introduce a bill to
reinvestigate the Kennedy Assassination based on our
investigation. In 1975 Coup D’état in America, by Canfield and
Weberman was published. Shortly thereafter JFK assassin E.
Howard Hunt sued us. Just before he died Hunt confessed to
his involvement in the big event. Sometime in 1977 Canfield
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moved to Los Angeles where he ran the suicide line at the

Vineyard Christian Fellowship local Church. It was there that
Canfield became one of Bob Dylan’s Christian ministers.
Dylan attended Canfield’s wedding to a Christian soap opera
star and financed a business venture for Canfield, Indigo
Motors, that specialized in antique car restoration. Dylan told
Canfield he was always welcome at his recording studio and
at his home. Canfield became a pain in the Devil’s ass. During
Dylan’s recording sessions Canfield would come in and both
men would get down on their knees and pray. The Devil did
not dig this at all and when Canfield came to Bob’s Malibu crib
and wanted to wait there until Dylan returned, Dylan’s
greedhead accountants had him arrested. Despite Canfield’s
efforts, the Devil still played a role, albeit in the background, in
Dylan’s life. Dylan began to write songs that implied the Jews
were children of the Devil for not accepting Jesus and for
turning the Son of God over to the Romans for execution.
THIRTY PIECES OF SILVER

AN OBITUARY FOR MICHAEL CANFIELD, “CO-AUTHOR”
OF COUP D’ETAT IN AMERICA WHO BECAUSE BOTH
JUDAS AND ESAU, SELLING HIS INTEGRITY AND HIS
BIRTHRIGHT.
Michael Canfield died December 26, 2015 but news of his

death didn’t surface until April 1, 2016. When Canfield was a
young boy and he left the door open and people would ask
him “What do you live in a barn?” he would answer that he did.
Mike was brought up in an unheated barn in rural Illinois.
When he was a baby the drool would freeze as it dripped from
his mouth. Mike learned to drive when he was six years old –
his daddy would hold him in his lap and let him steer his car.
Mike never had much of a formal education; he could read but
he couldn’t spell the simplest word. He was beaten up in High
School for sticking up for African-Americans and being part of
the Civil Rights Movement. After his father passed away his
mother moved to Chicago where she became a ward leader in
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the Daley Democratic machine. Canfield and I stayed with her

when we visited Chicago. She was the salt of the earth.
Mike attended a college for a spell but left after Jesus

appeared to him in his dorm room and advised that he drop
out and preach. According to the Jewish traitor Steve Lamb
Mike had been a devil worshipper: “Mike was a Medium
speaking to spirits of the dead when he became radically
saved through an encounter with Jesus Christ.”
I met Michael while I was hanging outside Dylan’s townhouse

on McDougal Street circa early 1974. He wanted to get Dylan
to do some sort of benefit concert for George McGovern who
he said that he had served as art director for. Bullshit. Never
happened. I invited Canfield to my loft at 6 Bleecker Street
and showed him the tramp shots – photos of Hunt and Sturgis
disguised as tramps on the scene of the Kennedy
assassination.
Canfield studied them and immediately came to the

conclusion that this was the key to the “Big Event.” Since Mike
was virtually homeless I let him crash on the second floor of
Bleecker Street and introduced him to all of the Yippies
including Dana Beal and Aron Kay who lived across the street
at 9 Bleecker. Despite the danger Canfield became my Chief
Researcher. I flew the boy down to Miami where he camped
out in front of Frank Sturgis’s home for several days until Fat
Frank showed up. He conned Frank into believing he was a
student doing a term paper on Watergate and got loads of
good info out of him. Like Mike looked like the all-American
boy next door, and the stubble bum Frank got conned good.
Canfield returned with the tape, found a publisher for my book,
namely the Nigerian Joe Okpaku of Third Press and the
research continued. We both moved to D.C. where I worked at
the National Archives while Mike visited various members of
Congress and displayed the Tramp Shots to them. A neo-con
turd bag who worked for Scoop Jackson called the FBI and
volunteered to spy on Canfield. When Canfield displayed the
tramp shots to Congressman Henry Gonzalez the populist
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honest Congressman flipped and invited Mike to lunch. It was

that Canfield suggested the Congressman introduce a bill to
investigate the Kennedy assassination that lead to the
formation of the House Select Committee on Assassinations.
Canfield also showed the tramps shots to Ben Bradley who
was going to send a team to investigate but FBI Director
Clarence “the Bozo” Kelly contacted Bradley and convinced
him that a scummy Communistic rioter with connections to
terrorist groups like the Weather people was behind Canfield
and Bradley quashed the investigation. After Coup D’Etat in
America was published Howard Hunt sued me and Canfield
for libel. I started the Weberman Commission as I had
subpoena power because the suit was filed in Federal Court.
Mike and I went on a tour of America appearing on various TV
and radio programs and doing newspaper interviews. We
ended up in LA for the book fair. It was an experience I will
never forget as we slept in the van and stopped making
payments for it causing Hunt to call Mike a car thief. On the
way back we got caught in an ice storm and had to stop
periodically to get the ice off the engine. Canfield moved to
LA where Dylan contacted him because he was curious what
my Christian Minister friend was like. Dylan’s Jewish
accountants had Mike arrested when he showed up at Dylan’s
crib in Malibu despite Dylan having given him permission to
visit and hated Mike because Dylan’s Christian music wasn’t
selling. Mike and Dylan were both in the Vineyard Christian
Fellowship where Mike ran the suicide hotline where he would
find desperate people and get them to accept the false
Messiah JC. There is no such thing as a Messiah. It is fantasy
land. Mike visited me in New York City with his new bride, a
Christian soap opera star and showed me a photograph of
Bob Dylan at his wedding. He seemed to be doing well but he
didn’t realize that the FBI and CIA would exact a price for our
having instigated the HSCA. My phone was tapped and all my
bookings got mysteriously canceled and my articles
suppressed. Later I found that NY-T1 was a tap on my phone
when I applied for the FBI under FOIA and Jimmy Carter was
in power. So the possibility exists that Canfield’s income was
adversely affected and his wife divorced him. Dylan felt sorry
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for him and financed Indigo Motors, an antique car restoration

business. According to Canfield Dylan’s accountants designed
the business to fail but if you asked me Canfield screwed it up
as he never had a head for business. He did have a head for
chicks and would pick them up by saying he was a Hollywood
Scout. Many a pretty woman almost caused Canfield to have
an accident as he yelled at them from the van. He liked Black
chicks. So the business failed and Canfield was exiled to
Demming New Mexico where he became a licensed medical
marijuana grower. The idiot also let some his dogs get run
over but that was an accident. I called Canfield periodically
and he was always interested in saving my soul. He hated
Nazis and wanted America to finish the job begun during
World War II. The dude didn’t have an anti-Semitic bone in his
entire body.
The last time I heard from my called ID read PRIVATE

CALLER. I wondered is this about? Canfield had an attitude. I
told him I had given out a lot of money to various people for
Christmas and he said Why didn’t you give me money? He
babbled on about the doorman in the Dakota being a Cuban
refugee and for this alone he blamed him for Lennon’s
assassination. I asked him if he really believed Dorothy Hunt
was in Dealey Plaza as he had been posting in Facebook and
pointed out to him that Paul Kangas was the Depperman of
the West Coast. William Depperman was a Nazi hired by the
FBI to discredit the tramp shots. Kangas had said Sturgis
confessed in the Realist so I contacted Krassner and he ran a
retraction. I asked Canfield why he worked with Kangas. “He
is the only one who buys books from me.” “But he buys them
to discredit them.” Canfield was alone an in a wheel chair and
his niece Julie Ann Canfield-Steinbeck never visited him. After
this phone call he would take my calls. Judging from the time
Mike’s death and when he buddy Lamb wrote about Lamb had
abandoned Mike.
STEVEN S. LAMB Interior Decorator 2450 N LAKE AVE STE

327 ALTADENA, CA [email protected] Phone -
(626) 797-6464 like Kangas Steve described as a Left wing
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activist when in reality he was an infiltrator and a Christian

Reconstructionist. Lamb, if he was telling the truth, proved
Canfield to have turned into a liar:
So my favorite Michael Canfield story (of hundreds) is this: For

years Mike told me that he went to James Jesus Angleton's
resignation during the whole Watergate House select
committee on Assassinations era. I remembered Angleton
resigned suddenly but that was about it, Mike always said that
in the middle of Angleton's speech Angelton looks down at
Mike and out of the blue says "I know not who slayeth John"
Mike's story was that he then screamed Liar You're a Liar" at
Angleton who looked shocked and befuddled. I never knew
Mike to lie, but I always suspected he over blew the story. So
Mike and I go to see this movie about the CIA called the
"Good Shepherd". Turns out at the end its based ENTIRELY
on Angleton. The last scene of the movie is the news
recording of Angleton's resignation press conference. You see
him reading along his speech then look across and stop for a
nano second and say "I Know not who Slayeth John." and
because he is not miked, you can hear what sounds like
muffled screaming young Mike Canfield "Liar! You're a Liar
YOU Killed Him." I looked over at Mike who was giggling as
my jaw dropped. I said "Dude why did you live long enough for
me to ever meet you?" Mike said "Man I pray the 91st Psalm
over myself every day and YOU should too."
I was with Mike on a daily basis at this time and this simply
never happened. I asked Angleton about his statement about
who killed John during a deposition where Mike was not
present. Lamb continued:
Mike, as a College Student published the famous underground

Newspaper, the "Iconoclast", (the paper was out of Dallas
Mike was in Wisconsin) organized protests that cleaned out
University of Wisconsin corruption (never mentioned this to
me). After working with Congressman Gonzales Mike moved
to Los Angeles where he worked as a manager for several
Rock and Roll groups and with Kleg Seth helped found
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CENTRUM of HOLLYWOOD, a ministry to street people, run

aways and sex workers in Hollywood. For many years Mike
ran the Hollywood Lifeline, a suicide intervention line that was
a part of the ministry of Centrum. Mike ministered to the poor
the down and out the powerful and the rich and famous,
including many Johnny Rivers, Bob Dylan and many others,
with the same love, compassion, humility and humanity. At the
time of his death on last December 26, Mike was working on a
new book tying the Assassination of Robert Kennedy to the
CIA, and the Assassination of John Lennon to a CIA sub
group Alpha 66.
AJ Mike was broke this no one can deny. He was always the
FIRST to credit you and ALWAYS admitted the vast majority
of the book was yours. Always. He never got a dime from
Kangas and in fact his speaking for Kangas usually cost him
or me money. He never for a second disbelieved the tramp
photos were genuine and that Hunt was one tramp and
Sturgis another. Now who was "Frenchie" that was a ongoing
unresolved question.
But AJ Michael never betrayed you for a second, even when

you attacked him on the internet.
The minute this scumbag used the word Frenchy for the third
tramp tells me that he has studied the disinformation
disseminated regarding the tramp shot by Richard Sprague
and Bernard Fensterwald or he learned it from the Greek nazi
Kangas.
Mike let me down and I hope he rots in Hell because if there is

a God he is going to feel God’s wrath. But there isn’t so he just
a bigger nothing than he turned into. Without me taking him in
you would never have heard his name nor would he have met
Bobby D.
IN THE GARDEN 1980

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In the Garden
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
Did they know He was the Son of God, did they know that He
was Lord?
Did they hear when He told Peter, “Peter, put up your sword”?
When the Jews came for Him in the garden of Gethsemane,

did they know?
Did they know He was the Son of God, did they know that He
was Lord?
Gethsemane was a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives

in Jerusalem where, according to the four Gospels of the New
Testament, Jesus underwent the agony in the garden and was
arrested the night before his crucifixion.
Did they hear when He told Peter, “Peter, put up your

sword”?
Then Simon Peter drew his sword and struck the servant of
the high priest, cutting off his right ear. The servant’s name
was Malchus. 11“Put your sword back in its sheath!” Jesus
said to Peter. “Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given
Me?” 12Then the band of soldiers, with its commander and
the officers of the Jews, arrested Jesus and bound
Him.…Dylan changed this around to suit his own purposes.
Nicodemus came at night so he wouldn’t be seen by men

Saying, “Master, tell me why a man must be born again”
When He spoke to them in the city, did they hear?
Nicodemus (conqueror of the people), a Pharisee, a ruler of

the Jews and a teacher of Israel, (John 3:1,10) whose secret
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visit to our Lord was the occasion of the discourse recorded

only by St. John. In Nicodemus a noble candor and a simple
love of truth shine out in the midst of hesitation and fear of
man. He finally became a follower of Christ, and came with
Joseph of Arimathaea to take down and embalm the body of
Jesus.
When He healed the blind and crippled, did they see?

When He said, “Pick up your bed and walk, why must you
criticize?
Same thing My Father do, I can do likewise”
When He healed the blind and crippled, did they see?
“When He healed the blind and crippled, did they see?” what
in Christ’s name is wrong with the Jews? Christ performed
miracles before their eyes and yet they rejected Him. “When
He said, ‘Pick up your bed and walk’” when Jesus told a
cripple who was waiting his turn to bath in a healing pool to
“pick up his mat and walk” and he did and he was allegedly
cured without benefit of the pool “why must you criticize?” the
Pharisees, the Hasidim of that time, said the Jesus sinned
because he made the man carry on the Sabbath “Same thing
My Father do, I can do likewise” and Jesus explained that he
could perform miracles because he was the Son of God.
Did they speak out against Him, did they dare?

The multitude wanted to make Him king, put a crown upon His
head
Why did He slip away to a quiet place instead?
“Did they speak out against Him, did they dare?” did the Jews
have the temerity to speak out against the Son of God? “The
multitude wanted to make Him king, put a crown upon His
head” the rank and file Jews wanted to crown him King of
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Israel “Why did He slip away to a quiet place instead?” why

did the Jews go against the will of their own people and turn
him over to the Romans?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?

He said, “All power is given to Me in heaven and on earth”
Did they know right then and there what the power was worth?

The multitude wanted to make Him king, put a crown upon His
head
Why did He slip away to a quiet place instead?
Who ratted him out to the Romans despite his popularity

among the Hebrews.
SHOT OF LOVE 1981
Shot of Love
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Don’t need a shot of heroin to kill my disease

Don’t need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees
Don’t need a shot of codeine to help me to repent
Don’t need a shot of whiskey, help me be president
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love
Doctor, can you hear me? I need some Medicaid

I seen the kingdoms of the world and it’s makin’ me feel afraid
What I got ain’t painful, it’s just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed Jesus when they put a price upon
His head
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I don’t need no alibi when I’m spending time with you

I’ve heard all of them rumors and you have heard ’em too
Don’t show me no picture show or give me no book to read
It don’t satisfy the hurt inside nor the habit that it feeds
Why would I want to take your life?

You’ve only murdered my father, raped his wife
Tattooed my babies with a poison pen
Mocked my God, humiliated my friends
Don’t wanna be with nobody tonight

Veronica not around nowhere, Mavis just ain’t right
There’s a man that hates me and he’s swift, smooth and near
Am I supposed to set back and wait until he’s here?
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?

Don’t even feel like crossing the street and my car ain’t actin’
right
Called home, everybody seemed to have moved away
My conscience is beginning to bother me today
If you’re a doctor, I need a shot of love
Don't need a shot of heroin to kill my disease,

Don't need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees,
Don't need a shot of codeine to help me to repent,
Don't need a shot of whiskey, help me be president.
“Don't need a shot of heroin to kill my disease” I don’t need a

shot of heroin to quell my long term addiction to it “Don't need
a shot of turpentine” I don’t need alcohol “only bring me to my
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knees” it will only make me it’s slave “Don't need a shot of

codeine to help me to repent” I don’t need a lesser strength
narcotic like codeine or methadone to help me kick junk “Don't
need a shot of whiskey” I don’t need any sort of intoxicant
“help me be president” to help me remain at the top “I need a
shot of love” I need the truth of Christianity, not dope!
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you

I've heard all of them rumors you have heard them too
Don't show me no picture show or give me no book to read
It don't satisfy the hurt inside nor the habit that it feeds.
“I don't need no alibi” I don’t have to make excuses for my

behavior “when I'm spending time with you” now that I have
become a Christian “I've heard all of them rumors” I have
heard Weberman spreading rumors all over town in his
articles and read his statements in articles about him that I am
using dope “you have heard them too” and since they received
national attention you have heard them too “Don't show me no
picture show or give me no book to read” don’t try standard
methods of rehab with me “It don't satisfy the hurt inside nor
the habit that it feeds” when only Jesus can satisfy the hurt
inside which is responsible for my heroin addiction.
SAVING GRACE 1980
If You find it in Your heart, can I be forgiven?

Guess I owe You some kind of apology.
I've escaped death so many times, I know I'm only living
By the saving grace that's over me.
“If You find it in Your heart, can I be forgiven?” can Jesus

forgive me for years of practicing an evil religion and for years
of drug addiction? “Guess I owe You some kind of apology” I
am sorry for having been part of a religion that included a
morning prayer thanking God that Jesus was killed “I've
escaped death so many times” I have come close to
overdosing so many times “I know I'm only living” I know the
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only reason I am still alive is “By the saving grace that's over
me” is by the grace of God.
By this time I'd-a thought I would be sleeping

In a pine box for all eternity.
My faith keeps me alive, but I still be weeping
For the saving grace that's over me.
“By this time I'd-a thought I would be sleeping” after so many

years of shooting dope I thought I would be finding comfort “In
a pine box for all eternity” dead in a coffin for all eternity “My
faith keeps me alive, but I still be weeping” Christianity keeps
me from this fate but I still am filled with sorrow about what I
have done in the past “For the saving grace that's over me”
because the Lord’s spirit has transformed me. Amen.
DYLAN AND THE JEWISH DEFENSE LEAGUE
Dylan’s Christian period lasted from 1975 to 1982. He left

Christianity after he felt it failed him just as Judaism had. But
in reality our sleazy friend had failed Christianity and not visa
versa. There was no way Dylan could resist the Devil’s drug,
and as usual he fell back into addiction. I will say it again,
Once a junkie, always a junkie. I have been told that he also
had objected to being constantly asked to donate money to
Christian groups. The Devil appeared and warned Dylan: You
better stop giving Christian groups money Bob. We mustn't let
people see any softness in you. People take advantage of
softness, you know.
Dylan thought:
Hmmm. Softness? Oi vay, maybe it’s true and I am a wimpy

Jew? Maybe I am a little soft in the head, a meshugana, going
from Judaism to Christianity then back to Judaism who knows
where I will end up next? Maybe that is why I am in this fix.
Wait, wait, it all comes back to me - in the early 1970’s I
attended a lecture by Rabbi Meir Kahane, the National
Director of the Jewish Defense League. He said, For every
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Jew, a 22. Jews did not come any harder headed or tougher
than those in the JDL. Perhaps the JDL can find a way to get
me out of this pact with the Devil. But my Christian stuff
alienated them. Hmmm what I am going to do is this, I’ll make
it clear that I am no longer a Christian by blaspheming the
Christian God. I’ll write a song accusing Jesus of the being the
Devil!
MAN OF PEACE 1983
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to

catch
The band is playing Dixie, a man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the Fuhrer
Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes
Satan comes as a man of peace.
“Look out your window” check out your faith “baby, there's a
scene” there’s a public display of passion “you'd like to catch”
“catch on to” as one catchs on to a scam. Also sarcastic: you’d
like to catch like a disease? “The band is playing Dixie” the
party is Conservative and “a man got his hand outstretched”
and someone is collecting money “Could be the Fuhrer” could
be a Hitler “Could be the local priest” could be the local
Christian Evangelical Minister “You know sometimes Satan”
you know sometimes the Devil “comes as a man of peace”
comes disguised as that evil charlatan, that false messiah,
Jesus of Nazareth, with his empty talk of peace on earth.
He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue

He knows every song of love that ever has been sung.
Good intentions can be evil,
Both hands can be full of grease.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
“He got a sweet gift of gab” Pastors like Bill Dwyer of the
Vineyard Christian Fellowship claim to be on high moral
grounds and can sweet talk you with their ability to expound
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readily on any subject “he got a harmonious tongue” he can

talk you into believing in racial harmony and equality using
biblical nomenclature. According to the Bible, we all descend
from Adam and Eve, rather than evolving from primates.
Judging from the content of his poetry Dylan believes that
Blacks represent a “missing link” between humans and apes
and that is why they have nap instead of hair, thick lips, broad
nostrils, butts that protrude and long arms that seem more
suited for swinging from tree branch to tree branch than for
assembling Swiss watches. “He knows every song of love that
ever has been sung” he knows every song of ‘love thy
neighbor’ or of so-called truth that has previously extolled
Blacks “Good intentions can be evil” although the intent of
racial equality could be based on beneficent feelings, yet the
outcome could still be evil ‘The road to Hell is paved with good
intentions’ “Both hands can be full of grease” and it can
become part of a money making racket “You know that
sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace” you know Jesus
is a race-mixing Devil!
“Grease” as dirty money; Tarantula, “just as the chick spreads

her legs into the intersection & lets loose with the bumble seed
grease, but nobody sneezes” sneeze, as in ‘that kind of
money is nothing to sneeze at.’ Tiny Montgomery 1967, “Now
grease that pig” payoff that journalist “And sing praise” and
sing what he wants to hear “Go on out” and at the same time
“And gas” please “that dog” that slave to the liberal media.
“Pig” as a journalist, critic; Tarantula, “why be so honorable
about sleeping with pigs? CRASH put that boy in with proverb
writers - but give him a bad review.”
Well, he’ll catch you when you're hoping for a glimpse of the
sun,
Catch you when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton.
He could be standing next to you
The person that you'd notice least.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
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“Well, he’ll catch you when you're hoping for a glimpse of the
sun” Jesus little helpers will entrap you when you are
searching for a person whose actions and opinions strongly
influence the course of events in your life “Catch you when
your troubles feel like they weigh a ton” entrap you at a low
point in your existence “He could be standing next to you” he
could be the nearest in degree, quality, rank, right, or relation,
he may have a similar political position “The person that you'd
notice least” the person you would give advance notification of
intention to end an arrangement, contract as in give notice. “I
hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.”
After denouncing Christianity Dylan began to write some pro-

Israel, pro-Jewish songs. That is why, by 1983, Dylan was, to
paraphrase an old Gene Autry song, Backin’ the Sabbath
Again. He wrote I and I, a poem about the Hebrew God.
I AND I 1983
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed

Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams.
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been
faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit
streams.
I and I in creation where one's nature neither honors nor
forgives
I and I one says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
“Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed”

been too long since a religion I was alienated from has given
me back my religious foundation, made me content once
again “Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her
dreams” look how moral, pleasing and compatible with my
mind Judaism is; how free of evil are her songs “In another
lifetime she must have owned the world” thousands of years
ago Judaism must have had a vast empire “or been faithfully
wed” or been in a theocratic relationship “To some righteous
king who wrote psalms” with King David who wrote the Psalms
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of David “beside moonlit streams” that were a divinely inspired

course of successive ideas “I and I” Judaism the religion of
monotheism “In creation” in Genesis, the Old Testament
“where one's nature” where one’s natural state as
distinguished from the state of grace; You Changed my Life
1982, “Now the nature of man / Is to beg and to steal” “neither
honors” neither gives dignity accorded to the position of
Messiah to Jesus “nor forgives” nor forgives him for leading
the Jews astray “I and I / One says to the other no man sees
my face and lives” Exodus 33 / 20, “And He said, Thou canst
not see my face: for there shall no man see me, and live”
proving Jesus was a charlatan.
Think I'll go out and go for a walk

Not much happenin' here, nothin' ever does.
Besides, if she wakes up now, she'll just want me to talk
I got nothin' to say, 'specially about whatever was.
“Think I'll go out and go for a walk” I think I will start living
differently “Not much happenin' here, nothin' ever does”
overstatement, not much extraordinary ever goes down here
just my insignificant conversion to Christianity “Besides, if she
wakes up now, she'll just want me to talk” what is worse if
Judaism is awakened in my soul it will demand an explanation
as to why I converted to Christianity and wrote all those anti-
Jewish, anti-Semitic songs? “I got nothin' to say, 'specially
about whatever was” and I have no answers to explain my
conversion.
Dylan looked to Jewish nationalism for his salvation and wrote

perhaps the greatest pro-Israel song ever written in the
English language. Can you think of any others?
In any event Dylan had paid his dues to the Jews. Now he
started to consult with the biggest Rebe this side of Jackie
Mason / Dixon line, the Lubvitcher Rebbe, Menachem Mendel
Schneerson. But even this learned man knew little about
Satan who appears as a proper character only once in the
Hebrew Bible. In the Book of Job he is depicted as an angel
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who mocks the piety of a righteous man named Job. He tells

God that the only reason Job is so religious is because God
has given him a life filled with blessings. "But lay Your hand
upon all that he has, and he will curse You to Your face" (Job
1:11). God accepts Satan’s wager and allows Satan to rain all
manner of misfortune upon Job: his sons and daughters die,
he loses his fortune, he is afflicted with painful boils. Yet even
though people tell Job to curse God, he refuses. Dylan spoke
unto Rabbi Schneerson “Rabbi, can Judaism forgive me for
making a pact with the Devil and find a way for me to make it
go away?” The Rabbi replied, “In Hebrews it was said ‘For it is
not possible that the blood of bulls and goats could forgive
sins.’”
HITLER AND HOLOCAUST REVISIONISM
Robert Allen Zimmerman was born in May 1941. If Nazi

Germany had triumphed over the Allies the Zimmerman family
would all have been rounded up and systematically murdered.
You would think self-preservation, the first law of nature,
would have made Robert Zimmerman hate Nazis and Nazism.
But for most of his life this sick puppy admired Adolf Hitler.
Dylan’s beliefs were reinforced or inculcated by his benefactor
Raymond Gooch who was born on February 16, 1931 and
died on October 15, 1991. Gooch’s SS #224-38-4122 was
issued in Virginia. Gooch was a follower of neo-Nazi George
Lincoln Rockwell and a member of the American Nazi Party.
Chronicles, “I was in New York City, communists or no
communists. There were probably plenty around. Plenty of
fascists, too. Plenty of would-be left-wing dictators and right-
wing dictators. Radicals of all stripes…”
Dylan kept his association with Gooch secret for decades. He

told reporters that in 1961 he crashed in doorways and was a
street person. Dylan, however, would have frozen to death. He
wrote that he lived with Dave and Terry Van Ronk, in their
roach infested 15th Street pad. He also stated that he crashed
at the Hotel Earle, a flea bag hotel located not far from
Washington Square Park. Then he wrote that he moved in
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with McKenzie family on West 30th Street. Maybe he crashed

in all these places but in his autobiography Chronicles he
revealed for the first time that spent most of his time in the far
West Village pad of Ray Gooch.
Chronicles,
Ray was maybe ten years older than me - from Virginia he

was like an old wolf, gaunt and battle scarred - came from a
long line of ancestry made up of bishops, generals, even a
colonial governor. He was a nonconformist, a nonintegrator
and a Southern nationalist. He and Chloe lived in the place
like they were hiding out. Ray was like a character from out of
some of the songs I'd been singing, someone who had seen
life, done deeds and lived romances-had traipsed around, had
a broad grasp of the country, its conditions. Though there was
an undercurrent of upheaval reverberating, and in a few years
the American cities would tremble, Ray took little interest, said
the real action was "in the Congo."
“Ray was maybe ten years older than me - from Virginia he

was like an old wolf, gaunt and battle-scarred” old wolf sounds
like Rommel, the Nazi desert wolf “came from a long line of
ancestry made up of bishops, generals, even a colonial
governor” his ancestor, Sir William Gooch was a colonial
governor of Virginia. He was a real American, not some child
of second generation immigrants like Dylan “He was a
nonconformist” he did not go along with the liberal orientation
of New York City “a nonintegrator” he believed in the
separation of the races, he was a racist “and a Southern
nationalist” and he believed the South should succeed from
the Union rather than give up Jim Crow “He and Chloe lived in
the place like they were hiding out. Ray was like a character
from out of some of the songs I'd been singing, someone who
had seen life, done deeds and lived romances-had traipsed
around, had a broad grasp of the country, its conditions” he
was unhappy with the way Whites were being treated “Though
there was an undercurrent of upheaval” though there was an
undercurrent of a great change and disturbance
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“reverberating” which would have a prolonged and continuing

effect “and in a few years the American cities would tremble,
Ray took little interest, said the real action was ‘in the Congo’”
if you really want to kill Blacks become a mercenary in the
Belgian Congo.
Ray had an elite background, even studied at Camden Military

Academy in South Carolina, which he had left with ‘sincere
and utter hatred.’ He'd also been ‘expelled with gratitude’ from
Wake Forest Divinity School, a religious college. Ray wasn't
like that. He wasn't somebody who would leave any footprints
on the sands of time, but there was something special about
him. He had blood in his eyes, the face of a man who could do
no wrong---total lack of viciousness or wickedness or even
sinfulness in his face. He seemed like a man who could
conquer and command anytime he wished to. Ray was
mysterious as Hell.
Had Gooch been expelled because of his Nazi beliefs? Dylan

wrote that “Ray wasn't somebody who would leave any
footprints on the sands of time” Ray would not make history
“but there was something special about him” yet he had an
amazing influence on me, more so than anyone else “He had
blood in his eyes” “blood” descent from a common ancestor;
parental lineage was apparent in his thoughts “the face of a
man who could do no wrong” he was a White American
Protestant Southerner, the pride of the White race “total lack
of viciousness or wickedness or even sinfulness in his face”
and his race manifested the highest qualities of America “He
seemed like a man who could conquer and command anytime
he wished to” it was men like Ray Gooch who made America
a world power “Ray was mysterious as Hell” mysterious,
Satan is also mysterious. Remember the “the mystery tramp?”
as Hitler from Like a Rolling Stone.
Dylan described Ray’s arms cache “Everything in plain sight.

A lot of firearms, too. You'd think that Ray was part of the
police force or a licensed gunsmith or something. There were
different parts of guns - of pistols, large frame, small frame,
380
Taurus Tracker pistol, a pocket pistol, trigger guards,

everything like in a compost heap, altered guns” semi-
automatics converted to machine guns “guns with shortened
barrels” sawed-off shotguns “different brands of guns - Ruger,
Browning, a single-action Navy pistol, everything poised to
work, shined out. You'd walk into this room” you would enter
his life “and feel like you were under the vigilance of some
unsleeping eye.” Gooch was a vigilante “It was weird. Ray was
anything but a macho tough guy. I asked him once what he
did with all this stuff back there, what it was for. ‘Tactical
response,’ he said.” A tactical response is an armed response
involving paramilitary operations that are small, close to base,
and of short-term duration, like shooting a Black that riots. Ray
Gooch was a walking time bomb as many Nazis are.
Chronicles continues: “Ray was a Southerner and made no
bones about it, but he would have been antislavery as much
as he would have been antiunion. ‘Slavery should have been
outlawed from the start,’ he said. ‘It was diabolical. Slave
power makes it impossible for free workers to make a decent
living-it had to be destroyed.’”
Gooch did not look at slavery in terms of racism but from the
point of view of a poor White competing with the Blacks for
jobs and even Dylan had to admit: “Ray was pragmatic.
Sometimes it was as if he had no heart or soul. Ray was not a
guy who had nothing on his mind. He knew what he thought
and he knew how to express it, didn't make room in his life for
mistakes. The mundane things in life didn't register with him.
He seemed to have some golden grip on reality, didn't sweat
the small stuff, quoted the Psalms and slept with a pistol near
his bed. At times he could say things that had way too much
edge. Once he said that President Kennedy wouldn't last out
his term because he was a Catholic. When he said it, it made
me think about my grandmother, who said to me that the Pope
is the king of the Jews.”
Not only did Gooch hate Blacks, he hated Catholics just as the
Klan once did. Dylan’s remark about his grandmother makes
me wonder if he inherited some particular gene from her?
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Dylan didn’t hate Catholics and thought this remark could be a

self-fulfilling prophecy and that Gooch was a potential
assassin of President Kennedy. Chronicles continued:
How much did I know about that cataclysmic event [the Civil
War]? Probably close to nothing. There weren't any great
battles fought out where I grew up. No Chancellorsvilles, Bull
Runs, Fredericksburgs or Peachtree Creeks. What I knew
about it was that it was a war fought about States' Rights and
it ended slavery.
“States Rights” is a dog whistle phrase meaning racism and

segregation.
Ray had said that New York City was the city that won the
Civil War came out on top that the wrong side had lost that
that slavery was evil and that the thing would have died out
anyway Lincoln or no Lincoln. I heard him say it and thought it
was a mysterious and bad thing to say but if he said it, he said
it and that's all there is to it.
“Ray had said that New York City was the city that won the
Civil War came out on top” Ray blamed the Jews for starting
the Civil War so that they could benefit economically “that the
wrong side had lost” that the Confederacy should have won
“that that slavery was evil and that the thing would have died
out anyway” after how long? “Lincoln or no Lincoln” and that
Lincoln was evil “I heard him say it and thought it was a
mysterious.” it created a feeling of strangeness, curiosity, and
wonder, again the word “mysterious” in connection with a
racist leader “and bad thing to say” and was a bad thing to
express; but not to think about “but if he said it, he said it and
that's all there is to it” but if the great Raymond Gooch said it,
it was true!
Chronicles:
Ray was working in a tool-and-die factory in Brooklyn, but

before that had drifted around, had been employed at the
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Studebaker plant in South Bend and also at an Omaha

slaughterhouse on the kill floor. Once I asked him what that
was like. ‘You ever heard of Auschwitz?’
Gooch compared the slaughter of animals to the slaughter of

Jews; if Gooch would have known that Dylan was Jewish he
would probably not have asked him if he ever heard about
Auschwitz. What Jew hadn’t?
Dylan responded:
Sure I had, who hadn't? It was one of the Nazi death camps in
Europe and Adolf Eichmann, the chief Nazi Gestapo organizer
who'd managed them, had been put on trial recently in
Jerusalem. He'd escaped after the war and was captured by
the Israelis at a bus stop in Argentina. His trial was a big deal.
In other words the Eichmann trial was blown out of proportion;

Tarantula, “so i shoot dope once in a while. big deal.”
On the witness stand Eichmann declared he was merely

following orders, but his prosecutors had no problem proving
that he had carried out his mission with monstrous zeal and
relish.
The Israeli prosecutors failed to prove that Eichmann was not

just following orders and all they could prove was that he just
got overly enthusiastic in doing so.
Eichmann had been convicted and his fate was now being
decided. There was a lot of talk about sparing his life, even
sending him back to Argentina, but that would have been
hour.
No one talked about freeing him and sending him back to

Argentina except Dylan. Setting him free was the wrong thing
to do not because it was immoral, but because it would be
impractical. In 1964 in Some Other Kinds of Songs, Dylan had
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also expressed sympathy for Nazi war criminal Adolf

Eichmann:
irma goes t' Israel an' writes me that there, they hate nazis
much more 'n we over here do. eichmann dies yes, an' west
germany sends eighty-year-old pruned-out gestapo hermit off
t' the penitentiary.
In Alternatives To College he wrote of, “a wailing farewell to

releasing the hermit.” Dylan was upset that Rudolph Hess, the
only prisoner remaining in Berlin’s Spandau Prison, was not
going to be released.
Chronicles continues, “The State of Israel claimed the right to

act as heir and executor of all who perished in the final
solution” it claimed the right to do this only so that it could
receive reparations from Germany “The trial reminds the
whole world of what led to the formation of the Israeli state” it
was a show trial to justify the existence of the Zionist entity. It
comes as no surprise that Dylan was an admirer of Adolf
Hitler: In Chronicles, Dylan put Hitler on the same level with
Churchill and FDR, Hitler, Churchill, Mussolini, Stalin,
Roosevelt - towering figures that the world would never see
the likes of again, men who relied on their own resolve, for
better or worse, every one of them prepared to act alone,
indifferent to approval-indifferent to wealth or love, all
presiding over the destiny of mankind and reducing the world
to rubble.
Newsweek Magazine asked Dylan “Do you remember images

of Hitler from growing up?” “No, not growing up. He was dead
by the time I was four or five. I never had a real understanding
of that.”
Dylan is implying that he never “had a real understanding” of

what the Nazi’s and Hitler were about. Perhaps the official
version he learned in school or from the media was unreal and
hadn’t given him a true picture of Nazism? Tarantula,
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down with you sam. down with your answers too. Hitler did not
change history. Hitler WAS history
Dylan is questioning Uncle Sam’s version of the events of

World War II and is making a positive statement about Adolf
Hitler. The Newsweek reporter was somewhat taken aback by
Dylan’s “never had a real understanding” response and asked
“Never had an understanding of what?”
How you take a failed landscape painter and turn him into a
fanatical mad man who controls millions. That’s some trick. I
mean the powers that created him must have been awesome.
Is “awesome” the right word to describe the powers that

“created” Hitler? Wouldn’t “evil” have been a better adjective?
“Awesome” Slang remarkable; outstanding: "a totally
awesome arcade game." We can only assume Dylan was
referring to those powers who financed the National Socialist
Movement because Hitler was elected Chancellor of
Germany. But I get the feeling that “the powers” Dylan was
referring to was some LaRouche-like conspiratorial cabal. The
Newsweek reporter thought that the powers Dylan made
reference to were the leaders of the Weimar Republic who
caused the economic and social chaos in Germany that
brought Hitler to power. Dylan:
Yeah sure, looking back in hindsight, you can see that

someone would have to take control. But still, it’s so
perplexing. Like why him? You could see that the man’s a total
mutt. No Aryan characteristics whatsoever. You couldn’t
guess his ancestry. Brown hair, brown eyes, pasty
complexion, no particular type of stature, Hitler mustache,
raincoat, riding whip, the whole works.
Dylan answered the reporter by saying ‘sure the Weimar

Republic is yet another reason he came to power’ but added,
“But still, it’s so perplexing” but it is still confusedly intricate;
complicated. Then Dylan complained that Hitler wasn’t Aryan
enough? That Hitler was of mixed-race genetic ancestry? A
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total mutt? Dylan can’t be serious. Everyone knows Hitler was

pure Austrian. Dylan wanted a blonde-haired blue-eyed
German to lead the Nazis to victory not a banal looking Adolf
Hitler? Is he nuts?
Hitler knew something. Hitler knew that people didn’t think.

Look at the faces of the millions who worshipped Hitler and
you see that Hitler inspired love. It’s scary and sad. The torch
of the spoken word. They were glad to follow him anywhere,
loyal to the bone. Then of course, Hitler filled up the
cemeteries with them.
Except for the last, these were all positive statements about
Hitler. “Hitler knew something” “millions worshipped Hitler”
“Hitler inspired love.” What was both scary and sad? “Scary” if
Hitler wasn’t defeated Dylan would be dead. “Sad” if he was
defeated it would be sad because the world would be worse
off? Hitler held “The torch of the spoken word.” “torch”
something that serves to illuminate or enlighten. Finally
Dylan’s sole complaint about Hitler was the toll he took on the
noble German people. Despite his being a Jew Dylan said
nothing of the Holocaust during this part of the interview.
There was more indication that Robert Allen Zimmerman is an
admirer of Hitler in Tarantula, “we must be willing to die for
freedom (end of fact) now what I wanna know about the fact is
this: could Hitler have said it?” Could Hitler have been an
advocate of freedom? Why even ask this question? In Eleven
Outlined Epitaphs 1964 Dylan wrote “I talked with one of the
sons of Germany” I spoke with a Nazi “while walkin' once on
foreign ground” while visiting Germany “an' I learned that he
regards Adolf Hitler as we here in the states regard Robert E.
Lee.” General Robert E. Lee and the Confederate army he
commanded were also racists, so Hitler was as American as
apple pie. Never a bad word about Hitler or the Nazis from
Bob Dylan! You know what that means. Bob Dylan, a Jew,
admires Adolf Hitler, who would have the insect Dylan
exterminated.
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This kind of thinking would lead to Bob Dylan becoming a

Holocaust revisionist. The Holocaust Revisionist Movement is
merely a Nazi front. Its members know there was a Holocaust
and they know that at least 6 million Jews perished but they
deny it so that there can be another Holocaust which they can
also deny. But Dylan is a special kind of Holocaust denier:
while these men are not Jewish, Dylan is. He joins the ranks
of Jews like Norman Finkelstein and Alfred Lilienthal. These
scums either deny the Holocaust ever occurred at all or claim
that the number of Jews killed was exaggerated in order to
justify the establishment of the State of Israel. By Bob Dylan
saying that hundreds of thousands of Jews died rather than
millions of Jewish people died this scum bears some of the
guilt of the mass murderers. Robert Allen Zimmerman, a Jew
on both sides of his family, is shtick dreck, a piece of shit, who
sure gave the Devil his due.
As a researcher for the Jewish Defense Organization I have

witnessed a progression that Jews like Zimmerman make from
anti-Zionism to Holocaust revisionism. Alfred Lilienthal was the
first Jew to come out against the State of Israel in a piece for
Readers Digest Magazine. From there Lilienthal went on to
claiming that the Diary of Anne Frank was a forgery and
speaking at Holocaust revisionist meetings of the Institute for
Historical Review, a Nazi front group. I have witnessed the
same progression take place in Bob Dylan. First he protested
against Israeli suppression of the intifada in Under the Red
Sky then went on to compare Israel to Nazi Germany and
finally wrote that hundreds of thousands, not millions of Jews
were murdered during the Holocaust.
DYLAN AND THE INTIFADA
How are thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the

morning!
How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the
nations! - Isaiah
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Dylan supported the intifada - a Palestinian uprising against

Israeli rule that took place from 1987 to 1993. Over the course
of the first intifada, an estimated 1,100 Palestinian terrorists
were killed by Israeli forces and 160 Israelis were killed by
Palestinians. Dylan also opposed the settlement of the West
Bank by religious Zionists. In Under the Red Sky Dylan
sarcastically assured the Israelis, “Someday little girl /
Everything for you is gonna be new” someday the borders of
Israel will be redrawn “Someday little girl / You'll have a
diamond as big as your shoe” sarcastic; someday Israel will
have a segregated area as large as its ambitions.
I would have never caught on to the subcontent of Under the

Red Sky thinking that Dylan was a Zionist, however, my wife
had worked on a United Nations Committee investigating
Israeli abuses against Palestinian terrorist prisoners and
pointed out that these poems were about the Palestinians.
The cat's in the well and grief is showing its face

The world's being slaughtered and it's such a bloody disgrace.
The cat's in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cat's in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley Sally is doing the American jump.
“The cat’s in the well” the Jews are poisoning the well in the
Middle East just as they did to the Christians’ wells during the
Middle Ages “and grief is showing its face” and intense sorrow
caused by the loss of a loved one is prevalent in the
countenances of many Palestinian Arabs, and the cause of
the grief is the Jewish race “The world’s being slaughtered”
the Palestinians are being exterminated “and it’s such a
bloody” “bloody” accompanied by or giving rise to bloodshed
“disgrace” and it is bringing disfavor and discredit to Israel and
to Jews in other countries “The cat’s in the well, and the
horse” the Jews are in the Middle East and the rightwing
revisionist Likud candidate Yitzhak Shamir “is going bumpety
bump” is assigning peace to a lower position and priority
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“Back alley Sally” Israel, a country that engages in back

channel, back alley, diplomacy “is doing the American jump” is
eagerly going along with American foreign policy.
The cat's in the well, and papa is reading the news.

His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.
The cat's in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full
“The cat’s in the well” the Israelis are polluting the Middle East
and “and papa” and an American worker “is reading” learning
from, understanding, deciphering “the news” the news about
Israel “His hair is falling out” he losing his political strength
“and all of his daughters need shoes” and all his children need
jobs, positions; in other words the money spent on foreign aid
to Israel that is used to suppress the intifada would be better
spent domestically “The cat’s in the well and the barn” Israel is
polluting the Middle East and the “barn” a building located in
the country: Camp David “is full of bull” is considered to be a
load of bullshit by Israel “The night is so long” the absence of
morality of the present time persists much longer than it
should “and the table” and the negotiating table “is oh, so full”
sarcastic: is filled with delegates. Also is oh so full of shit.
The cat's in the well and the servant is at the door.

The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.
The cat's in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cat's in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
“The cat’s in the well and the servant” the Jews are polluting
the Middle East and the Israeli soldier “is at the door” is
guarding the borders “The drinks are ready” Israel has been
drinking in military knowledge from the United States “and the
dogs” and the Israelis, the slaves of the United States, the
dogs of war “are going to war” are going to war “The cat’s in
the well, leaves” the Jews are polluting the Middle East and
the leafs, entire pages of the Bible “are starting to fall” are
beginning to fail and fall into disfavor with the Israelis
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“Goodnight, my love” good-bye my truth “may the lord have

mercy on us all” and may God forgive Jews for their sins,
including Bob who once supported Israel. “Goodnight” as
good-by, Ten Thousand Men 1990, “10.000 women all
dressed in white” numerous religiously ultraconservative,
fundamentalist Israeli Arabs “Standing at my window” taking
aim at my faith, “wishing me goodnight” wishing to see the
State of Israel destroyed, hoping to wish it goodbye and good
riddance.
2X2 1990
One by one, they followed the sun

One by one, until there were none.
Two by two, to their lovers they flew
Two by two, into the foggy dew.
Three by three, they danced on the sea
Four by four, they danced on the shore
Five by five, they tried to survive,
Six by six, they were playing with tricks.
“One by one, they followed the sun” one by one the majority of
Palestinians were turned into refugees after the 1948 Israeli-
Arab war and followed a person whose actions and opinions
strongly influenced the course of events, the Chief Mufti of
Jerusalem who told the Palestinians to flee for their lives “One
by one, until there were none” one by one until there were no
Palestinians left in the State of Israel just ‘Israeli Arabs’ “Two
by two, to their lovers they flew” many went to refugee camps
in the West Bank, many to refugee camps in Jordan and
Lebanon, and others to an Egyptian run camp in the Gaza
Strip “Two by two, into the foggy dew” two by two they went
into an uncertain future “Three by three, they danced on the
sea” three by three the Palestinians danced the dance that
Israel had choreographed for them. Also danced at weddings
and reproduced in Gaza which is on the Mediterranean Sea
“Four by four, they danced on the shore” four by four they
began to multiply in the West Bank “Five by five, they tried to
survive / Six by six, they were playing with tricks” eventually
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they became terrorists “trick” an artifice or stratagem; a

cunning contrivance; a sly procedure.
How many paths did they try and fail?

How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail?
How much poison did they inhale?
How many black cats crossed their trail?
How many tomorrow's have are they given away?
How many compared to yesterday?
How many more without any reward?
How many more can they afford?
“How many paths did they try and fail?” how many other ways
did the Palestinians try to get their land back before resorting
to terrorism? “How many of their brothers and sisters lingered
in jail?” how many Palestinians were jailed for something as
petty as the possession of a Palestinian flag? “How much
poison did they inhale?” how much teargas did the Israelis use
to quell the rioting and rock throwing? how much fatal nerve
gas did they inhale as the PLO accused Israel of employing?
“How many black cats crossed their trail?” how many
informants, cultivated by the Israelis, have spied against
them? “black” as clandestine. “How many tomorrows have
they given away?” how many human lives have they
sacrificed? “How many compared to yesterday?” how many
deaths compared to the time they lived in what was once
Palestine? “How many more without any reward?” how many
more deaths without a homeland? “How many more can they
afford?” how many deaths can they bear without disadvantage
or risk?
UNBELIEVABLE 1990
It's unbelievable, it's strange but true

It's inconceivable it could happen to you.
You go north and you go south
Just like bait in the fish's mouth.
Ya must be livin' in the shadow of some kind of evil star.
It's unbelievable it would get this far.
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“It's unbelievable” it’s terrible and shocking “it's strange” it’s

something so new that I am unaccustomed to it “but true” but
true none-the-less “It's inconceivable” it is so unlikely or
surprising as to have been thought impossible “it could
happen to you” that Israel would turn into a repressive state
“You go north” you occupy the Syrian Golan Heights in the
North “and you go south” and you occupy Gaza in the South
“Just like bait” and, as a result, Israel is responsible for Jew-
baiting, anti-Semitism “in the fish's mouth” as Israel has
become the Jewish people’s spokesperson, a mouthpiece for
most of the world “Ya must be livin' in the shadow” you must
be living under the influence of a dominating presence that
has shadowed you for 2,000 years “of some kind of evil star”
and be cursed ‘in the stars’ in relation to your future, your
destiny. Additionally this is a reference to the Mogen David,
the Star of David on the Israeli flag “It's unbelievable it would
get this far” it’s unbelievable that Israel still exists.
It's undeniable what they'd have you to think

It's indescribable it can drive you to drink.
now they say it's the land of money.
It's unbelievable you can get this rich this quick.
“It's undeniable” it’s impossible to deny “what they'd have you

to think” what the Israelis would have American Jews believing
about the Palestinian uprising “It's indescribable” it’s
exceeding description “it can drive you to drink” it can force
the American Jewish community to drink in a lot of information
about Israel “They said it was the land of milk and honey” the
Zionists said Israel was a land flowing with milk and honey as
it says in the Bible “now they say it's the land of money” now
all the Israelis have talent in one area “Who ever thought they
could ever make that stick?” who ever thought that the Jews,
who in the past had never produced their own weapons, could
do so now? “It's unbelievable you can get this rich this quick” it
is beyond comprehension that you could become wealthy by
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selling these arms on the world market to every tin-horned

dictator in Central America.
Every head is so dignified, every moon is so sanctified

Every urge is so satisfied as long as you're with me.
All the silver, all the gold, all the sweethearts you can hold
That don't come back with stories untold, are hanging on a
tree.
“Every head is so dignified” many people wear knitted

yarmulkes on their heads as a mark of distinction to indicate
they are Jews “every moon is so sanctified” the Jews go by
the lunar calendar and special prayers are said when there is
a new moon “Every urge” every instinctive motive to kill “is so
satisfied as long as you're with me” is approved by the
religious parties who are part of the government’s coalition “All
the silver, all the gold” all the valuable information you have
received from spies “All the sweethearts you can hold” all the
spies cherished for their excellent qualities; Time Passes
Slowly 1970, “Once I had a sweetheart, she was fine and
good-looking.” “That don’t come back with stories untold, are
hanging on a tree” that don’t come back with secrets are
allowed to be executed. This is a reference to The Lavon
Affair, a false flag operation Israel ran against the Egyptians.
Israeli spies, who had carried out terrorist acts in Egypt and
blamed them on the Moslem Brotherhood, were allowed to be
hung in Cairo, after Israeli military intelligence disowned them
and refused to exchange them for Egyptian spies in Israeli
custody.
HANDY DANDY 1990
Handy dandy, controversy surrounds him

He been around the world and back again
Something in the moonlight still hounds him
Handy dandy, just like sugar and candy
“Handy dandy” Israel, America’s flunky who is much

concerned with appearances and who is handy to have
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around in the Middle East “controversy” a dispute, especially a

public one, between sides holding opposing views “surrounds
him” literally surrounds Israel as Israel is surrounded by its
enemies who believe that “the Zionist entity” should not exist
“He’s been around the world and back again” the justification
for Israel’s existence is based on the persecution Jews
suffered during the Diaspora “Something in the moonlight”
some form of lunacy “that still hounds him” still pursues him
relentlessly and tenaciously; Neighborhood Bully, “Seen his
family scattered, his people hounded and torn” “Handy dandy,
just like sugar and candy” the existence of Israel is predicated
on “sugar” slang for money and “candy” spoon fed news
stories.
“Candy” as spoon fed news stories; Eleven Outline Epitaphs,

“I don't like t' be stuck in print starin' out at cavity minds who
gobble chocolate candy bars quite content an' satisfied their
day complete at seein' what I eat for breakfast.”
Handy dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would

never admit it
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says
‘Strike up the band’ they hit it
Handy dandy, handy dandy
“Handy dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would

never admit it” if every one of Israel’s core beliefs in its body of
thought were broken, even if the Israelians break all 613
commandments of the Torah by mistreating and repressing
the Palestinians, Handy Dandy, Israel, would never cop to it
“He got an all girl orchestra” Israel has an army partially made
up of women “and when he says” and when the Israeli
Government gives an order to “Strike” to launch a military
attack on; as in a missile strike or artillery strike “up the band”
using a group of people; ‘a band of soldiers’ “they hit it” they
hit their target and totally destroy it.
Handy dandy, he got a stick in his hand and a pocket full of

money
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He says, Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?

She says, You got all the time in the world, honey.
“Handy dandy he got a stick in his hand” Israel has a weapon

backing up its sovereignty and as a result can negotiate from
a strong hand “and a pocket” and a small, isolated, and
protected area “full of money” full of talent used to extract
money from wealthy American Jews “He says, ‘Darling, tell me
the truth, how much time I got?’” Israel asks the United States
how much time does it have to solve the Palestinian question
“She says, ‘You got all the time in the world, honey’” and the
United States responds, take your time baby, it’s only been 42
years that the Palestinians have been in refugee camps,
honey, as in a land flowing with milk and honey, Israel.
10,000 MEN 1990
Ten thousand men on a hill

Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed.
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for
you.
Ten thousand men on the move
None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't
disapprove.
“Ten thousand men on a hill” numerous Palestinians living in

the Judean hills “Some of 'm goin' down” some of them are
going to come down and penetrate the Green Line in order to
detonate bombs in Greater Israel “some of 'm gonna get killed”
some of them are going to be killed by the Israelis or by their
own Improvised Explosive Devices “Ten thousand men
dressed in oxford blue” an army of para-militarists, “blue,” a
person who wears a blue uniform like a member of the Union
Army “Drummin'” indoctrinated “drum” to make known to, or
force upon, a person by constant repetition “in the morning” at
a very early time, at morning prayers at the local Mosque “in
the evening they'll be coming for you” when you are in decline
and after receiving the Imam’s blessing the Arab Muslims will
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go after the Israeli Jews. “Ten thousand men on the move” an

army initiating an action “None of them doing nothin' that your
mama wouldn't disapprove” none of them doing anything that
would go against your conscience since you terrorized the
British when you wanted to drive them out of Palestine.
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold

All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold.
Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
Each one of 'em got seven wives, each one of 'em just out of
jail
“Ten thousand men digging” ten thousand men trying to learn

and discover by careful research and investigation “for silver
and gold” for valuable intelligence information “All clean
shaven” all have shed their Islamic identities “all coming in
from the cold” in order to spy on the Zionist entity “Ten
thousand men looking so lean and frail” ten thousand
Palestinians looking emaciated and weak after having spent
time in Israeli prisons where they were tortured “Each one of
'em got seven wives” they are all believers in the Laws of the
Holy Quran that sanctions polygamy “each one of 'em just out
of jail” and have just been released by the Israelis.
Next animal that he did meet

Had wool on his back and hooves on his feet
Eating grass on a mountainside so steep.
"Ah, think I'll call it a sheep."
“Next animal that he did meet” next bestial human Dylan came
into contact with “Had wool on his back” had a Jewish prayer
shawl or tallis on his back “and hooves on his feet” and ate
only animals that chewed their cud and had split hooves. Also
the cloven hoof is traditionally associated with the Devil
“Eating grass” destroying the grass roots or indigenous people
“on a mountainside so steep” by living on a hilltop settlement
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in the occupied West Bank “Ah, think I'll call it a sheep” Ah,
think I'll call it a mindless follower of Judaism, a settler.
Yeah the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with
Are the things you need the least
“Yeah the road's washed out” the course, the roadmap to

peace, is drained of energy and effectiveness; completely
exhausted “weather not fit for man or beast” the political
climate has become intolerable “Funny, how the things you
have the hardest time parting with” it is ironic that the things
you have the hardest time returning to the Palestinians like the
West Bank and Gaza “Are the things you need the least” are
the things that are holding back peace and threatening your
continued existence.
My captain, he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's

skilled
He's not sentimental - don't bother him at all
How many of his pals have been killed
“My captain” the Israeli General Arial Sharon “he's decorated”

he has been awarded a mark of honor, as a medal “he's well
schooled” he has received extensive military training “and he's
skilled” and he's well skilled in the art of killing “He's not
sentimental” he is not effusively and insincerely emotional
“don't bother him at all / How many of his pals have been
killed” it doesn’t bother him how many Palestinians he has
killed in the refugee camps of Sabra and Shatila.
I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying

When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the
line
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
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“I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys” I was thinkin’ about the

situation in Israel - Alicia Keys is an arbitrary metaphor for
Israel discernible only through context although the word “key”
might have played a part in Dylan’s choice of words “Couldn't
keep from crying” couldn’t keep myself from protesting
publically about Israel’s conduct “When she was born in Hell's
kitchen” when Israel was born after the Nazis cooked up a
living Hell for the Jews of Europe by putting them in ovens,
crematoriums “I was living down the line” I was on their death
list if they took over the United States “I'm wondering where in
the world Alicia Keys could be?” I wished there was a country I
could flee to “I been looking for her even clear” I been looking
for her free from guilt; untroubled “through Tennessee” even if
the country had to become a nuclear power to survive. Oak
Ridge, Tennessee, was one of the cities in which the atomic
bomb was developed.

I'll recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vows
I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows
“Gonna raise” gonna cause to assemble, draft “me an army,

some tough sons of bitches” I will recruit the men and woman
who survived the Holocaust as soldiers in the Israeli Defense
Force. “I'll recruit my army from the orphanages” Israel will
also take boys and girls who have been raised on Kibbutzim,
collective farms, where they were separated from their parents
and raised in a communal area as an experiment in Socialism,
and draft them into the Israeli Defense Forces. “I been to St.
Herman’s church” I have been to a country that resembled
Russia; Saint Herman was a Russian saint born in Moscow
and Mt. St. Herman is in Israel “said my religious vows” made
a solemn promise to live and act in accordance with the rules
of a religious order such as those of the socialist Labor Party,
again, “religion” as politics “I've sucked” and as a result I have
attracted by using an inducement, suckered “the milk” the
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money “out of a thousand cows” out of innumerable American

Jewish cash cows both conservative and liberal.
“Vow” as a promise of fidelity; My Back Pages 1964, “equality”

integration, the equality of the White and Black races “I spoke
the word” I preached it as if it were the word of God, I wrote it
my poetry “as if a wedding vow” as if I was forever wedded to
these ideas as if they were religious ideas “But I was so much
older then, I’m younger than that now.” Thunder on the
Mountain continues:
I got the pork chops, she got the pie

She ain't no angel and neither am I
I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams
“I got the pork chops” Israel has the pork, money from pork
barrel legislation, special pet projects “she got the pie” and as
a result Israel has gotten a big piece of America’s world
economic pie (Israel is the largest recipient of American
foreign aid). “she ain't no angel” America is not a guiding
moral influence who is giving the aid out of the goodness of its
heart “and neither am I” and neither is Israel who is using the
money for nefarious purposes. Additionally Dylan is not going
to be an “angel” and donate money to Israel “shame on your
greed” shame on Israel for taking this money from the United
States in return for carrying out its policies “shame on your
wicked schemes” shame on the Israel Lobby for taking over
Congress by making large campaign contributions that are in
reality bribes. Shame on men like Jack Abramoff! Shame on
Israel for committing genocide against the Palestinians “I'll say
this” I will say this at the risk of hurting my career since the
entertainment industry is controlled by Zionist Jews “I don't
give a damn about your dreams” I don’t give a damn about
your Zionist ideals, I don’t give a damn about your visionary
schemes; your imaginary or anticipated state of happiness,
dream of bliss; ‘the dream of a Jewish State.’
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“Wicked schemes” as bribery and genocide; Psalms 26, “Do

not take away my soul along with sinners, my life with
bloodthirsty men, in whose hands are wicked schemes, whose
right hands are full of bribes.” “Wicked schemes” also appears
in The Book of Ester and means genocide, “But when it came
to the king's attention, he commanded by letter that his wicked
scheme which he had devised against the Jews, should return
on his own head, and that he and his sons should be hanged
on the gallows.”
Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be

Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get out of town
airplane down
“Thunder” a fast moving “on the mountain” big problem “heavy

as can be” ponderous as it can be “Mean old twister” an
unforeseen development; officers of AIPAC, a pro-Israel lobby
were arrested for receiving classified information on Iran
“bearing down on me” exerting its full strength on Israel “All
the ladies of Washington” all the Israeli spies in Washington
“scrambling to get out of town” leaving rapidly; also making
their communications unintelligible; ‘scramble the message so
that the National Security Agency can’t decode it “Looks like
something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down”
looks like a big espionage trial is in the works so you better get
your unmanned spy plane out of its hanger because your
HUMINTELL (human intelligence) is drying up.
THE LEVEE'S GONNA BREAK 2006
If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break

Everybody’s saying this is a day only the Lord could make
“If it keep on raining” if the hatred in the Middle East continues

“the levee's gonna break” the security barrier or wall that the
Israelis constructed to keep out the Arabs and establish a
state of apartheid is gonna be rendered useless and
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inoperative “Everybody” orthodox Satmar Jews “is saying this

is a day only the Lord could make” believe that the State of
Israel should not exist until the Messiah comes and leads the
Jewish people to the promised land. In fact, according them,
its very existence is an impediment to this ever happening.
Well, I look in your eyes, I see nobody other than me

I see all that I am and all I hope to be
If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break
Some of these people don't know which road to take
“Well, I look in your eyes” well I examine your thoughts and “I

see nobody other than me” and I see an Israel that is entirely
populated by Jews, as the Israeli Arabs have been expelled “I
see all that I am” I see all that I give rise to and are
characterized by “and all I hope to be” sarcastic, and all that I
aspire to “If it keep on raining, the levee's gonna break / Some
of these people don't know which road to take” some of “these
people” the Jews, the Israeli Right would take the road to war
rather than the road to peace.
Some people on the road carrying everything they own

Put on your camp clothes, mama, put on your evening dress
Few more years of hard work
Then there'll be a 1,000 years of happiness
“Some people on the road carrying everything they own” the

Palestinians were forced out of Israel in 1948 and had to leave
behind whatever they couldn’t carry with them “Some people
got barely enough skin to cover their bones” and this dastardly
act was perpetrated by half-starved to death survivors of Nazi
death camps. “Put on your camp clothes mama” put on your
death camp Nazi SS uniforms rather than putting on your
striped death camp prisoners uniforms because you stinking
Israelis have become modern day Nazis. Alternate translation
camp clothes are a prisoner’s uniform - a textile design
consisting of lines or bands against a plain background as in
those worn by death camp inmates. Bring up words (clothes)
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about the Holocaust again and again in order to justify your

own Nazi-like actions and use this to raise money from rich
American Jews “put on your evening dress” arrange your
troops in ranks; prepare for the battle in the later period of
your existence that will signal your demise “Few more years of
hard work” sarcastic: a few more years of repression of the
indigenous Palestinian population, a few more years of
emulating the Nazis whose slogan was “Freedom Through
Work” originally in German: Arbeit macht frei. This motto
above the main gate greeted all who entered the Auschwitz
“then there'll be a 1,000 years of happiness” also sarcastic:
then Israel will enjoy the “Thousand Year Reich” the thousand
years of Nazi rule that Hitler never lived to see.
DYLAN AND NETUREI KARTA
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The Devil was certainly getting his due. Bob Dylan had
become the lowest scum on earth, a Jewish Holocaust
revisionist. If Dylan had any second thoughts about the course
he was taking Satan put an end to them by introducing him to
his Jewish stooges, the screwballs of the Satmar spinoff,
Neturei Karta, the “Guardians of the Wall. The only walls these
Jews guard are those surrounding the mental institutions they
belong in. Bob Dylan had appeared on several Chabad
telethons to help raise money for this Hasidic organization.
Chabad is a part of the Lubavitch sect who don’t make a
career out of trashing Israel as the Satmar sect does. Just as
the Weather Underground emerged from the more moderate
Students for a Democratic Society a group of nut jobs
emerged from the Satmar known as the Neturei Karta. The
members of Neturei Karta believe that the existence of Israel
is preventing the Messiah from arriving. This is based on a
passage from the Talmud that teaches that Jews shall not use
human force to bring about the establishment of a Jewish
State before the coming of the Messiah. Jews are forbidden to
rebel against the nations and Jews should remain loyal
citizens and not attempt to leave the exile which God sent
them into ahead of time. What this translates into for Neturei
Karta is that modern day Israel is an abomination in the eyes
of God and should be destroyed to hasten the coming of the
Messiah. They work with anyone they believe will achieve this
end. This was a perfect way for Dylan to fulfill his deal with
Satan and still convince himself that he had a Jewish soul.
RING THEM BELLS 1989
Ring them bells Sweet Martha

For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one.
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With lost sheep.
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“Ring them bells Sweet Martha” play that music Bob Dylan,
and be a force for morality, signify that the Israeli oppression
of the Palestinians is coming to an end “For the poor man's
son” for the next generation of Palestinians “Ring them bells
so the world will know” play that music so the world will know
“That God is one” what the holiest prayer in Judaism really
means when it says “Hear oh Israel the Lord our God, the
Lord is One.” “Oh the shepherd is asleep” oh the clergymen
who watch over a group of people, the Israeli Rabbinate, is
pretending to be unaware of this problem, or can live with it
“Where the willows weep” where the indigenous population
lives in sorrow; willows are used as an emblem of sorrow,
desolation, and desertion “And the mountains are filled” and
the hills of the occupied West Bank are filled “With lost sheep”
with confused religious settlers who are a major impediment to
peace.
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf

Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
For the child that cries
When innocence dies.
“Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf” play that music for
those unable to perceive the suffering that the Palestinian
Diaspora has created “Ring them bells for all of us who are
Left” play that music for those on the Left who are able to
relate to the Palestinian’s just struggle for a homeland “Ring
them bells for the chosen few” play them songs for the true
Torah Jews “Who will judge the many when the game is
through” who will be given the task by God to determine who
enters heaven and who does not after the Messiah arrives.
These are the Jews of Neturei Karta. Theirs will prove to be
the true Judaism. “Ring them bells, for the time that flies” play
them songs for the years that have gone by so quickly yet the
Palestinian situation has remained essentially static “For the
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child that cries” for the Palestinian child that suffers “When
innocence dies” when he is forced to join the Palestinian
Liberation Organization and go up against the Israelis.
SHAKE MAMA SHAKE 2009
I'm motherless fatherless almost friendless too

It's Friday morning on Franklin Avenue
“I'm motherless fatherless” I am orphaned, lacking support,

supervision, and care “almost friendless too” and voluntarily
excluded from a society, the Lubavitch Sect although I have
found new co-religionists in Neturei Karta. “It's Friday morning”
it’s time to get ready for Shabbos, the Jewish Sabbath which
starts sundown on Friday “on Franklin Avenue” in Crown
Heights, Brooklyn. Franklin Avenue is the subway stop closest
to Lubavitch headquarters. Dylan is no longer praying with the
Lubavitch, but is davening with the Neturei Karta.
Shake shake mama, raise your voice and pray

If you're goin' on home better go the shortest way
“Shake shake mama,” daven man daven, Orthodox Jews rock

back and forth when they pray “raise your voice and pray”
elevate the ideas you give voice to and pray to Ha’shem “If
you're goin' on home better go the shortest way” if you are
going to reach your goal of happiness and you are a Jew take
the path that is the closet to you, Judaism. Sugar Baby 2001,
“Look up, look up - seek your Maker 'fore Gabriel blows his
horn.” If there is a sick component to something, Dylan will
find it.
HECTOR SCHMECKTOR
Dylan told New York Times journalist Robert Shelton:
I kicked a heroin habit in New York City I got very, very strung
out for a while, I mean really, very strung out. And I kicked the
habit. I had about a $25-a-day habit and I kicked it.
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Heroin, the stuff, junk, dugi, smack, dope, scag, H and for
Jewish drug addicts, schmeck. The Devil, through Raymond
Gooch, turned Dylan on to heroin in 1961. Bobby even sang
its praises back then by adding a line to a Woody Guthrie
song entitled Take Me For A Ride In Your Car Car, “How’d ya
hogi hegi hogee / how’d ya like to do some dugi?” In 1979 in
Troublin’ Mind, Dylan recalled that day, “Satan will give you a
little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed / Lord keep my
blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.” In Chronicles
Dylan wrote:
Ray was an opium smoker; smoked opium in a bamboo pipe

with a mushroom bowl. They had cooked it up once in the
kitchen, boiling little kilos of bricks until they became like gum.
Boiling and re-boiling and draining liquid through filtered cloth-
the kitchen smelled like cat piss. They kept it in a crock jar. He
wasn't like a slob junkie from the junkyard, though, not in any
way, not like somebody who uses dope just to get normal - not
a part time junkie, he's not even addicted. He's not someone
who would rob anybody to pay for a habit. He's wasn't like
that. There's a lot of things I didn't know about Ray. I didn't
know what saved him from arrest, either?
“Ray was an opium smoker; smoked opium in a bamboo pipe

with a mushroom bowl.” these pipes were sold in Chinatown
as cigarette holders. I could never figure out why someone
would want to smoke a cigarette vertically. “They had cooked
it up once in the kitchen, boiling little kilos of bricks until they
became like gum. Boiling and re-boiling and draining liquid
through filtered cloth-the kitchen smelled like cat piss. They
kept it in a crock jar.” They cooked it up only once? Unlikely.
Note that a kilo brick of opium is not “little” it is a large quantity
(2.2 pounds) and Dylan wrote “bricks” rather than “brick.”
Dylan’s description of this operation sounds seems to indicate
Gooch was making the opium into heroin rather than making a
stronger preparation of the raw opium. Opium gum is first
converted into morphine, an intermediate product. This
conversion is achieved primarily by chemical processes and
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requires several basic elements and implements. Boiling water

is used to dissolve opium gum; a large pot can be used as a
boiling vessel; and burlap sacks are used to filter and strain
liquids. When dried, the morphine resulting from this initial
process is pressed into bricks. The conversion of morphine
bricks into heroin is primarily a chemical process. The main
chemical used is acetic anhydride, along with sodium
carbonate, activated charcoal, chloroform, ethyl alcohol, ether,
and acetone. Gooch also worked for the Mafia processing raw
opium into heroin at a laboratory in Brooklyn on a much larger
scale. Gooch’s platonic old lady, Chloe Kiel, acted as mule
and brought the opium to the lab: Tarantula, “Barbara Allen”
Chloe Kiel “she smuggles Moroccan cinders” “cinder” a
rectangular hollow building block similar to a brick “into
Brooklyn twice a month” to a lab that was located in Brooklyn
“& she wears a sheet” Kiel had been in the Klan “she takes
many penicillin shots” and she was a doper.
“Sheet” as racist group; Emmet Till 1962 “that ghost robed Ku

Klux Klan.” To Dave Glover 1962, “It's the time a the white
collar shirt” the clergy’s involvement in the Civil Rights
Movement, “an the white sheeted hood” and the heroic KKK
“and the white man's sun tan lotion” and the White man’s
desire to be Black, Man Tan was a lotion that was popular
around this time. It made Whites look Black. Some Other
Kinds of Songs, “white as a sheet.”
Chronicles continues, “He wasn't like a slob junkie from the

junkyard, though, not in any way” he wasn’t like some Black
doper from the slums, in fact he hated Black junkies “not like
somebody who uses dope just to get normal” he was not a
hardcore junkie “not a part time junkie” not a skin popper
weekend addict “he's not even addicted” bullshit, with access
to all that dugi who wouldn’t be? “He's not someone who
would rob anybody to pay for a habit. He's wasn't like that.” He
didn’t have to – I know for a fact he was a heroin and speed
dealer. In 1965 when I lived at 146 Sullivan Street my next
door neighbor, Dave Moore, copped speed from Gooch. When
he found out I was a Dylan fan he told me he knew “Ray”
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Dylan’s smack connection who lived in the far West Village. I

didn’t believe him at the time but I do now. “There's a lot of
things I didn't know about Ray. I didn't know what saved him
from arrest, either?” What did Dylan mean by this? Was Dylan
hinting that he was a snitch for the New York City Police
Department narcotics cops? If Dylan suspected this why did
he continue to live with a rat? Or did Gooch use his
connection to Organized Crime to make sure the local narcs
were on the pad? At least two Greenwich Village narcs active
at that time, Imp and Koch, were accused by the Knapp
Commission of taking money from West Village drug dealers.
Thanks in part to Gooch for making dope accessible Dylan

became addicted to heroin and wrote songs glorifying its use.
He encouraged numerous rock musicians who picked up on
the subcontent of his poetry and who idolized him to become
addicted to heroin. Dylan did the work of the Devil willingly and
with a smile on his face. Why? The receptors in his brain were
permanently altered by smack leaving his mind in a state of
disorder. Dylan was in love with Gooch’s platonic old lady
Chloe Kiel and wrote this next poem for her:
TO RAMONA 1963
Ramona, come closer,

Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breath like, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines
“Ramona, come closer shut softly your watery eyes” Chloe

come closer gently shut out your troublesome thoughts with
reefer, a soft drug Chronicles, “I don't know how much weed
Chloe Kiel smoked, but a lot.” “The pangs” “pangs” as in ‘birth
pangs’ “of your sadness” of your unhappiness about the
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mulatto babies that will be born as a result of race mixing.

Chronicles, “A bunch of monkeys in this town, Chloe’d say.
Talking to her you'd get the idea right away” “Shall pass as
your senses will rise” shall pass as you get high. “The flowers
of the city” the best examples of artists in New York City
“Though breath like” although they seem like they are on the
side of life “get deathlike at times” get morbid when it comes to
race “And there's no use in tryin' / T' deal with the dyin'” and
there is no use in trying to explain this to a dying White race
“Though I cannot explain that in lines” though I cannot explain
that relying on my racial linage.
Your cracked country lips,

I still wish to kiss,
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
A vacuum, a scheme, babe,
That sucks you into feelin' like this.
“Your cracked country lips / I still wish to kiss” I still wish I

could sleep with you, “crack” “lips” Also your rural Southern
beauty is all it is cracked up to be “As to be under the
strength” as to have your ability to firmly maintain a moral
position “of your skin” in regard to the White race “Your
magnetic movements” your political movements such as the
Ku Klux Klan that attract poor Whites “Still capture the minutes
I'm in” are still what I am writing about in the sub-content of my
song-poems “But it grieves my heart, love, / To see you tryin'
to be a part of / A world that just don't exist” it deeply hurts me
to see you trying to fit into the New York City race-mixin’ Black
lovin’ scene “It's all just a dream, babe” the equality of the
Black man to the White man is only a pipe dream “A vacuum”
a state of being sealed off from external and environmental
influences such as having to live with Blacks “a scheme babe,”
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a plot against the White Race “That sucks you into feelin' like
this” that has you so demoralized.
I can see that your head

Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
On back to the South.
You've been fooled into thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you,
No one t' defeat you,
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.
“I can see that your head” I can see that your thinking “Has
been twisted” has undergone an unexpected change in a
process, a departure from a pattern, producing a distortion or
perversion “and fed” and has been spoon fed “With worthless
foam” with phony anger and rage “from the mouth” from those
who don’t really believe what they say about Blacks but just
mouth it “I can tell you are torn / Between stayin' and returning
back to the South” I can tell you want to make it in New York
City yet something tells you you should return to the South
“You've been fooled into thinking / That the finishing end is at
hand” you have been fooled by the liberal community into
thinking it’s all over for you “Yet there's no one to beat you” yet
there's no one better than you “No one to defeat you” no one
better to defeat your own purpose “'Cept the thoughts of
yourself feeling bad” except your own self-pity and
demoralization.
“Foam” as anger; Emmett Till 1961, “While Emmett's body

floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.” Ballad of Frankie
Lee and Judas Priest 1968, “And foaming at the mouth” and
extremely angry; in a rage: “He began to make his midnight
creep.” After Dylan lost touch with Chloe and Ray, or after he
dumped them, he copped dope on the street in Spanish
Harlem:
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SPANISH HARLEM INCIDENT 1964
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem

Cannot hold you to its heat.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet burn up the street.
“Gypsy gal” black dope dealer; Tarantula, “the black gypsy

lady” “the hands of Harlem” one of the police’s hired hands of
the ghetto known as El Barrio or Spanish Harlem, an
informant “Cannot hold you to its heat” cannot force you to live
by the rules that the heat, the police, enforce, cannot bust your
ass “Your temperature” your strength of feeling, temperament
“is too hot for taming” is to intense to subdue and is like that of
a wild animal “your flaming feet” your obvious ambitions to
make money “are burning” are of immediate import; urgent “up
the street” if we walk up the street together and you sell me
some dope. Also the streets of a city viewed as the scene of
crime, poverty, or dereliction. “Temperature” as strength of
feeling; Sitting on a Barbed Wire Fence 1970,
Well, my temperature rises and my feet don’t walk so fast

Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don’t walk so fast
But wouldn’t tell me if what I had would last
“Yes, my temperature rises” yes my strength of feeling, desire

for heroin intensifies “and my feet don't walk so fast” and I lose
all of my other ambitions “Well this Arabian doctor” this racist
heroin connection, Raymond Gooch, “came in, gave me a
shot” came in and gave me an intravenous injection “But
wouldn't tell me if what I had would last” sarcastic; he never
told me the strength of the dope nor would he tell me when I
would need another shot of dope. Spanish Harlem Incident
1964 continues:
I am homeless, come and take me

Into reach of your rattling drums.
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Let me know, babe, about my fortune

Down along my restless palms.
“I am homeless” I haven’t reached my goal of getting wasted

“Come and take me / Into the reach of your rattlin’ drum” a
“rattlin’ drum” is another way of saying tambourine as in Mr.
Tambourine Man which is also about heroin “Let me know,
babe, all about my fortune / Down along my restless palms” let
me know if I will be fortunate enough to cop some good
smack, because I am itchin’ to get some.
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed.

I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing
An' your flashing diamond teeth.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let me know, babe, I got to know, babe
If it's you my lifelines trace.
“Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed” Gypsy gal, you have me

believing without questioning “I have fallen far beneath”
because of temptation I have fallen beneath my social position
and am now copping dope on the street like a Black or spic,
also I am under the force, control, or influence of “Your pearly
eyes” sarcastic: your thoughts that are pearls of wisdom “so
fast” that are often disposed to dissipation as in ‘a fast crowd’
“an’ slashing” and often involve slashing each other with a
knife or straight edged razor “An’ your flashing” and your
ostentatious; flaunting “diamond” large segregated area like
the ghetto “teeth” where you demonstrate your powerful
means of asserting yourself “The night” this time of my life “is
pitch black” resembles the quality and state of the achromatic
color of least lightness; bearing the least resemblance to
White, I have descended into Blackhood “come an’ make my /
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!” so you might as well label
me a White Black and allow me to fit into the scheme of things
“Let me know babe I am nearly drowning” my coming to you
lets me know that I am nearly drowning in sorrow and that I
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wish to drown my troubles in dope. “If it’s you my lifelines

trace” if it is heroin that is my thread of life and I must
relentlessly pursue and trace it. In Chronicles Dylan reported
that he said this to poet Archibald MacLeish; “mythological
figures of the fates” A. J. Weberman and the Dylan Liberation
Front “have been weaving” have been uniting threads of
Dylan’s poetry about his addiction and writing about them “and
now cutting my thread of life” and cutting off Dylan’s lifeline,
heroin!
I been wond'rin' all about me

Ever since I seen you there.
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where.
“I been wond’rin’ all about me / Ever since I seen you there” I

been having my doubts about my safety ever since I started
using heroin and copping it in Harlem “On the cliffs” on the
precipices, on the dangers “of your wildcat” of someone who
operates outside the bounds of standard and legitimate
business practices “charms” highs “Charm” a synonym for
“spell” as in Mr. Tambourine Man, “cast your dancing spell my
way I promise to go under it” “I’m riding” I am being sustained,
I am dependent on “I know I’m ‘round you but I don’t know
where” I know I have an imprecise but fairly close to correct
estimate of the potency of the white powder I am going to
inject. This often depends on the brand stamped on the bag.
You have slayed me, you have made me

I got to laugh half ways off my heels.
I got to know, babe, will you surround me
So I can know if I'm really real
“You have slayed me” you have made me happy as in ‘this

joke really slays me’ although you might kill me “you have
made me” you have identified me as a potential return
customer “I got to laugh” I got to deride those who put you
down “half ways off my heels” while I am waiting to boot up;
Mr. Tambourine Man “wait only for my boot heels to be
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wandering” “boot up” slang for shooting up “I got to know,

babe, will you surround me” I got to know, babe, will you
envelop me completely “So I can know if I’m really real” so I
can know if I am really alive.
MR. TAMBOURINE MAN 1964
Assuming that there is such a thing, Mr. Tambourine Man

1964 is perhaps the greatest poem ever written extolling the
virtues of heroin. Mr. Tambourine Man had its roots in Spanish
Harlem Incident 1964 where, as demonstrated, Dylan had
written of “the reach of rattling drums” and had used many of
the same symbolic words such as place, hand, feet, street,
heels, and diamond.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,

Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
“Though I know that evenin's empire” though I know that last

night’s heroin high, obtained via a criminal empire “has
returned into sand” is history “Vanished from my hand” and
has disappeared from my possession “Left me blindly here to
stand” and has left me here to endure the agony of not
knowing where my next fix is coming from, left me so freakin’
straight it isn’t even funny “but still not sleeping” and still
jonesing for smack rather than being wasted on it.
“Sleep” as heroin or high on heroin; Quinn the Eskimo 1967,

“Nobody can get no sleep” nobody can be content, get chilled
out on junk “There's someone on ev'ryone's toes” someone is
getting in the way of people’s desire to get high “But when
Quinn the Eskimo gets here” but when the connection arrives
“Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze” everybody is going to want to
snort or shoot up a dose of heroin. You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere,
“Genghis Khan” the grandfather of Kubla Khan and the subject
of poem written by Samuel Coleridge while Coleridge was
high on opium “He could not keep / All his kings / Supplied
with sleep.”
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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
“Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me” Hey Mr. Dope
Connection sell me some smack “I'm not sleepy” I’m not high
“and there is no place I'm going to” and I got no other place to
score “Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me in the
jingle jangle morning” Hey Mr. Dope Connection get me some
junk and in the disturbing, disconcerting first early signs of
withdrawal symptoms, when I am chippying “I'll come followin'
you” I’ll cop from you. In Tarantula, “jingle” is associated with
toes “with earrings that that jingle from his toes” and in a
subsequent verse of Mr. Tambourine Man “toes” is associated
with getting high just as it was in The Mighty Quinn.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet

I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
“My weariness amazes me” my patience with this has worn

out and this is something that even flips me out “I'm branded
on my feet” I have a burning desire to cop some junk “I have
no one to meet” but I have nowhere to cop “And the ancient
empty street's” and the decrepit streets in Spanish Harlem
where heroin is sold openly “too dead for dreaming” is so
devoid of dealers I can’t even dream of getting a fix. Allen
Ginsberg, Howl, “I’ve seen the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness… dragging themselves through Negro
streets at dawn looking for an angry fix.”
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be
wanderin'
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“Take me on a trip” get me high, get me stoned, take me to

the land of nod “upon your magic swirlin' ship” upon a drug
that is going to first cause nausea “My senses have been
stripped” something is missing from my nervous system that
must be replaced with a drug “my hands can't feel to grip” I
can’t get an intellectual hold, an understanding, ‘a good grip
on things’ “My toes too numb to step” my desire to get drugs is
overcome by my inertia “wait only” and I wait only “for my boot
heels / To be wanderin'” for that shot of heroin to make my
mind wander in lala land “boot up” - inject a drug, or, in the
words of Allen Ginsberg, that angry fix into the starry dynamo
of night.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
“I'm ready to go anywhere” I am ready to be transported to

cloud nine “I'm ready for to fade” I’m ready to disappear
gradually; vanish into oblivion “Into my own parade” into a
visible display of intoxication, drooling, scratching, nodding out
“cast your dancing spell my way” throw a little heroin my way
“I promise to go under it” I give you my word I will shoot it up
and go under its narcotic effects. Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here
With You 1968, “You cast your spell and I went under / I find is
so difficult to leave” it’s difficult to leave when you are strung-
out.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my

mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
“Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my

mind” then take me disappearing into the Land of Oz from
Alice in Wonderland. The hookah smoking Caterpillar blew
smoke rings of opium “Down the foggy” down (smack is a
downer) the dazed, stupefied “ruins of time” total destruction
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of any sense of mortality “far past the frozen leaves”

transcending the unchangeable leafs, pages of a book of
written laws “The haunted” the continually present in, all
pervasive “frightened trees” frightening punishments for using
smack “out to the windy beach” out to a protected place where
I will be washed with waves of euphoria one rush after the
other “Far from the twisted reach” far from the range of
influence and power “of crazy” of irrational “sorrow” feeling of
deep sadness and depression.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving
free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
“Yes, to dance” yes to sing and compose my poetry “beneath”

while under the influence of “the diamond” of the treasured
“sky” highest level and degree of euphoria a drug can
produce, an almost God-like quality “with one hand” with the
evidence of craft or artistic skill: I can see the hand of a genius
in the poems “waving free” surging or rushing, as of a
sensation: a wave of creativity that freely comes “Silhouetted
by the sea” completely immersed in America and the freedom
it affords the individual “circled” surrounded “by the circus
sands” by the uncontrollable chaos of history. Hurricane 1975,
“The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance” “With all
memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves” with all past
experience and future experience overpowered by the depths,
the extent of the waves of happiness; the rush generated by
the most euphoric drug on the planet earth “Let me forget
about today until tomorrow” let me escape from the present
into a world where time is suspended. On another level
Dylanology detects certain dog whistle words in this verse
such as diamond, free and silhouette. There is also some
similarity to Blowin’ In The Wind with words like sky, sea,
sands, however I don’t see Dylan bringing race into a poem
about skag. Yeah wow, I think I’m gonna go out and cop me
some dugi, that drug sure sounds good. But coming from a
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kosher orthodox Jewish home the bag of dope would require a

U or a K on it and that might present a problem.
JUST LIKE TOM THUMB’S BLUES 1966
Now all the authorities

They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost
“Now all the authorities” now all the heroin cartel members in
the Mexican Police Force “They just stand around” they stay in
one place doing little or nothing “and boast” and praise
themselves “How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms” how
they blackmailed a Mexican customs official “Into leaving his
post” into working for them and looking the other way when a
shipment of heroin came in “And picking up Angel” and picking
up the shipment “who just arrived here from the coast” that
was just smuggled in by boat “Who looked so fine at first” that
looked so concentrated, pure at first “But left looking just like a
ghost” but then got stepped on, diluted, and became a faint
representation of what it once was.
I started out on burgundy

But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough
“I started out on burgundy” I started copping weak smack in

Juarez, Mexico “But soon hit the harder stuff” but soon
discovered much purer heroin “Everybody said they'd stand
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behind me” everybody said they'd support me with a gun

“When the game got rough” if the deal wasn’t perfected,
completed, if I got ripped off or burned “But the joke was on
me” but I was happily mistaken “There was nobody even there
to call my bluff” there were plenty of people willing to sell me
smack and not rip me off “I'm going back to New York City / I
do believe I've had enough.”
I'LL BE YOUR BABY TONIGHT 1968
Close your eyes, close the door,

You don't have to worry any more.
I'll be your baby tonight.
“Close your eyes” ignore your thoughts about race,

communists etc “close the door” close any opportunity you
might have to awaken the Whites “You don't have to worry any
more” you don’t have to worry about them any longer “I'll be
your baby tonight” I am just going to be subservient to my
addiction tonight.
Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away

We're gonna forget it.
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon,
But we're gonna let it,
You won't regret it
“Well, that mockingbird's” well that singer who imitated,

counterfeited being a civil rights advocate. Also a reference to
To Kill A Mockingbird, a movie about Blacks in the Jim Crow
South “gonna sail away” is going to effortlessly disappear
“We're gonna forget it” we’re gonna scrap that plan “That big
fat moon” my longing to become incredibly wealthy “is gonna
shine like a spoon” is now going to be superseded by my love
of heroin. A spoon is used to prepare drugs for injection.
Tarantula, “a tablespoon of coke & sugar heated to 300
degrees” “But we're gonna let it / You won't regret it” sarcastic:
don’t worry about the dangers of using heroin.
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“Fat” as rich: Cry Awhile 2010 “Well the preacher's in the

pulpit” I am preaching revolution “and the babies in their cribs”
to my naive fans who comprise my audience “I'm longin' for
that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs” I am looking for a way to
become rich. Tarantula, “some mogen david capitalists & a
whole lot of fat people with extra money.” Open the Door
Homer 1967, “there's a certain way / That a man must swim /
If he expects to live off / Of the fat of the land.” I’ll Be Your
Baby Tonight continues,
Kick your shoes off, do not fear

Bring that bottle over here
I’ll be you your baby tonight.
“Kick your shoes off” get rid of your position as a pop star and
protest singer rather than kick your habit, “do not fear” do not
worry about ODing “Bring that bottle over here” bring that
intoxicant over here “I’ll be you your baby tonight” I will be
subservient to smack during this period in my life. I am
including a poem attributed to The Band in The Devil and Bob
Dylan to show that Dylan had wrote this poem as he did many
other Band songs.
CRIPPLE CREEK 1968
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by if there's anything she could
do
“When I get off of this mountain” when I stop being high “you
know where I want to go? Straight down the Mississippi river”
you know where I really want to go - to somewhere that there
is an abundance of heroin “to the Gulf of Mexico” and then into
the abyss of a heroin high “To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little
Bessie girl that I once knew” to slavery, to a heroin connection
I still know “She told me just to come on by” she told me just to
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come on by and buy some smack “if there's anything she

could do” and then do it up. “Bessie” as a dope habit; Goin’
Down The Road To See Bessie 1968,
Now all the crazy things I had to try

Well I tried them all and then some
But if you're lucky one day you find out
Where it is you're really comin' from
“Now all the crazy things I had to try” now all the different
drugs I had to try “Well I tried them all and then some / But if
you're lucky one day you find out” but if you are wealthy one
day you will realize “Where it is you're really comin' from” that
heroin is where it’s really comin’ from, that it is the drug of
choice! “I’m goin’ down the road to see Bessie” I am taking a
course in life that will support my habit “Oh see her soon” oh
feed her soon “I’m goin’ down the road to see Bessie / When I
get there I wonder what she’ll do” sarcastic, Dylan knows she
is gonna get him high!
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me

If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
“Up on Cripple Creek she sends me” my drug habit makes me

use a crutch; anything that serves as an expedient; ‘he uses
drugs as a psychological crutch’ Tarantula, “Gabby - the
crippled horror from Telegraph Avenue but who wants to hear
of this - who really wants to hear of this” “If I spring a leak” if I
look too strung out and people begin to wonder if I am a dope
addict “she mends me” From A Buick Six 1966 “She comes
down the highway ready to sew me up with a thread” “I don't
have to speak, she defends me” I don’t even have to ask her
and she protects me/ She is a barrier to discomfort “A
drunkard's dream if I ever did see one” the ideal drug for a
dopers dream if I ever did see one.
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“Leak” as breach of security; Please Mrs. Henry 1968, “Now,

I'm starting to drain” the heroin mixed with blood is beginning
to flow out of the dropper into my bloodstream “My stool's
gonna squeak” and I am going to become constipated. One
problem that many heroin addicts have is constipation. The
reason is heroin affects the autonomic nervous system, which
is responsible for most functions that are automatic, such as
control of digestion, control of heartbeat, control of organ
functions, and so on. The small intestines are part of the
autonomic nervous system and are greatly affected by heroin
use. “If I walk too much farther” if I continue in the same vein,
and take it to a more advanced point or stage, walk on air “My
crane's gonna leak” my uncertainty about the strength of dope
might become public as I could OD. “Crane” as uncertainty:
Black Diamond Bay 1975, “While a loser in the gambling room
lights up a candle / Says, “Open up another deck” / But the
dealer says, “Attendez-vous, s’il vous plait” / As the rain beats
down and the cranes fly away” and the doubts fly away “From
Black Diamond Bay” Cripple Creek continues:
Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show
The odds were in my favor, I had 'em five to one
When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she
had won
“Good luck had just stung me” I had just gotten some money
“to the race track I did go” and I had to keep up with my dope
habit; Country Pie 1969, “Don’t need much it ain’t no lie I ain’t
runnin’ any race.” “She bet on one horse to win” my habit was
counting on at least one bag of dope, horse, to get me straight
“and I bet on another to show” and I was betting on another to
show me a good time “The odds” the likelihood of my scoring
“were in my favor, I had 'em five to one” were favorable
because the heroin was only 20% pure “When that nag to win”
when that persistent urge to cop heroin “came around the
track” reappeared “sure enough she had won” sure enough
we had one bag of schmeck.
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I picked up all of my winnings, and I gave my little Bessie half

And she tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would
like to see
That's when that little love of mine, dips her doughnut in my
tea
“I picked up all my winnings” I copped the dope I needed to

make me high, I picked a small hole in my arm with a needle
so that I could shoot dope “and I gave my little Bessie half”
and shot up half of it “She tore it up” she had a great time with
it “and threw it in my face, just for a laugh” and told me
reprovingly that she wanted more to attain a state of euphoria.
Similar to Country Pie 1969, “Give to me my country pie / I
won’t throw it up in anyone’s face” “Now there’s one thing in
this whole wide world that I sure would like to see”
overstatement, there is one thing that is the last thing I wish to
see “Is when that little love of mine” is when that drug habit of
mine “Dips her donut in my tea” screws up; Tarantula,
“stopping in for tea & eating the censor's donut by mistake.”
WINTERLUDE 1970
Winterlude, winterlude, oh darlin'

Winterlude by the road tonight
Tonight there will be no quarrelin'
Ev'rything is gonna be all right
“Winterlude, winterlude, oh darlin'” heroin oh heroin my

favorite, my drug of choice “Winterlude by the road tonight”
heroin in my path in life tonight “Tonight there will be no
quarrelin'” tonight there will no longer be any dispute nor
apparent argument with the US Government, Capitalism et. al.
“Ev'rything is gonna be all right” because every sentiment I
express is going to be rightwing.
Oh, I see by the angel beside me

That love has a reason to shine
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
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Then winterlude, this dude thinks you're fine
“Oh, I see by the angel beside me” sarcastic; I see by the

moral influence that guides me “That love has a reason to
shine” that my love of heroin has a reason to shine, to be
immediately apparent “You're the one I adore” heroin is what I
love intensely and deeply “come over here and give me more”
come my way and give me more smack; more bliss as I am
building up a tolerance for the drug “Then winterlude, this
dude thinks you're fine” heroin, I believe you are free from
impurities.
Winterlude, Winterlude, my little apple

Winterlude by the corn in the field,
Winterlude, let's go down to the chapel,
Then come back and cook up a meal.
“Winterlude, Winterlude, my little apple” heroin, heroin my

(sarcastic) minor temptation “Winterlude by the corn in the
field” heroin that causes me to write something trite, dated,
melodramatic and unduly sentimental in the pop music field
“Winterlude, let's go down to the chapel” heroin let’s become
wedded to one another, let’s check out a funeral home in case
I OD “Then come back and cook up a meal” then come back
and cook up a fix.
We’ll come out when the skating rink glistens

By the sun, near the old crossroads sign.
The snow is so cold, but our love can be bold
Winterlude, don't be rude, please be mine
“We’ll come out when the skating rink glistens” you will appear
on a hard surface that blades glide on, a piece of glass with
lines of smack that have been separated with a razor blade
that sparkle like an uncut crystalline substance “By the sun” in
a prominent or favorable position place in the sun “near the
old crossroads sign” during a time when I am near a crisis
situation or point in time when a critical decision in life must be
made or an overdose might occur “The snow is so cold” heroin
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is so deathlike “but our love can be bold” but the truth is I have
the courage to take the chance “Winterlude, don't be rude”
heroin don’t be in a crude, rough, unfinished and in a
dangerous condition “please be mine.” heroin, heroin please
be mine.
I THREW IT ALL AWAY 1969
I once held her in my arms

She said she would always stay.
But I was cruel
I treated her like a fool,
I threw it all away.
“I once held her in my arms” I once had her in my power, I

once injected heroin into my arms “She said she would always
stay” and I became addicted “But I was cruel” but I just
tortured myself for no good of a reason “I treated her” I
provided treatment for; ‘The doctor treated my addiction’ “like
a fool” like a stupid person “I threw it all away” I tried to kick
my long term heroin habit.
Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round,

Love and only love, it can't be denied.
No matter what you think about it
You just won't be able to do without it.
Take a tip from one who's tried.
“Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round” heroin is all
there is, it is the prime animator of my existence “Love and
only love, it can't be denied” heroin and only heroin it cannot
be denied, I cannot restrain myself from indulging in it, it is too
pleasurable; ‘He denied himself a fix’ “No matter what you
think about it” even if you know that it is wrong “You just won't
be able to do without it” you will still get addicted to it “Take a
tip from one who's tried” take some advice from someone who
tried not to get addicted by only shooting dope on the
weekends. During our telephone conversation Dylan told me
he was “all tied up for the weekend.” He was hinting that it was
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only on the weekends that he would have a tourniquet tied

around his arm and would be shooting dope. One More
Weekend:
Come on down to my ship, honey, ride on deck

We’ll fly over the ocean just like you suspect
One more weekend, one more weekend with you
One more weekend, one more weekend’ll do
“Come on down to my ship” the “magic swirlin’ ship” from Mr.

Tambourine Man 1964 “honey, ride” be sustained “on deck” by
a deck of heroin “We'll fly over the ocean” we will get high “just
like they suspect” just like they suspect thanks to Weberman
writing about my addiction “One more weekend, one more
weekend will do” up.
“Deck” as 1 to 15 grams of heroin, and cut-deck as heroin

mixed with powdered milk; Eleven Outlined Epitaphs “it's your
turn baby t' cut the deck” it's your turn baby t' dilute or step on
the drug “on you're goin' under” on smack you are going under
its effects, you also might go under the earth “stayed too long
chinese gong” used heroin, China White, for too long and I am
addicted. Eleven Outlined Epitaphs, “an' the woven' spell of
Paul Clayton entrancin' me like China's plague unescapeable.”
Huck’s Song 2007, “The game's gotten old, the deck's gone
cold / I'm gonna have to put you down for a while.” Black
Diamond Bay 1975, “Says Open up another deck / But the
dealer says “Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait” wait if you please. I
Threw It All Away continues:
So if you find someone who gives you all of her love

Take it to your heart, don't let it stray.
One thing's for sure, there ain't no cure
If you throw it all away.
“So if you find someone who gives you all of her love” so if you
find a drug that provides you with the ultimate high “Take it to
your heart” shoot it into your bloodstream “don't let it stray”
sarcastic; don’t let it make you deviate from a moral, proper,
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and right course “One thing's for sure, there ain't no cure” one
thing is for sure there is no medicine that will prevent
withdrawal symptoms (Dylan didn’t know about Ibogaine, an
addiction interrupter) “If you throw it all away” if you try to kick
junk.
COUNTRY PIE 1969***
Saddle me up my big white goose

Tie me on and turn her loose
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie
“Saddle me up” make ready, cook me up “my big” something

that has and exercises considerable control and influence over
me “white goose” white powder fix which will “goose” increase
my activity, speed, power and intensity “Tie me on” tie a
tourniquet around my arm “and turn her loose” and shoot me
up “Oh me, oh my love that country pie.” ain’t no drug better
than smack.
I don't need much and that ain't no lie

Ain't runnin' any race
Give to me my country pie
I won't throw it up in anybody's face
“I don't need much and that ain't no lie” sarcastic; I must keep
increasing my dosage as one builds up a tolerance to smack
“Ain't runnin' any race” sarcastic; I am not running a race
against death “Give to me my country pie” give to me my
favorite drug “I won't throw it up in anybody's face” I won’t
confront myself with the fact I have a problem. Also when
someone first uses an opiate or takes too much of it, it causes
extreme nausea. Since Dylan was addicted and didn’t overdo
it this no longer was a problem for him.
Shake me up the old peach tree

Little Jack Horner’s got nothing on me
Oh me oh my, love that country pie
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“Shake me up the old peach tree” make sure no one peaches,

informs on me but this line sounds more like ‘take me up that
opiate street’ “Little Jack Horner’s got nothing on me” the cops
have no evidence that I am using drugs, they ain’t got nothing,
squat, on me “Oh me oh my, love that country pie.”
TONIGHT I'LL BE STAYING HERE WITH YOU 1969
I should have left this town this morning

But it was more than I could do.
Oh, your love comes on so strong
And I've waited all day long
For tonight when I'll be staying here with you.
“I should have left this town” I should have left New York City
and its corrupt ways “this morning” when I first came there
“But it was more than I could do” but there was so much dugi,
much more than I could ever do up “Oh, your love comes on
so strong” oh your rush comes on strong “And I've waited all
day long” and I’ve been jonesing, desiring heroin, all day long
“For tonight when I'll be staying here with you” for the time
when I am supremely happy, high on heroin.
Is it really any wonder

The love that a stranger might receive.
You cast your spell and I went under
I find it so difficult to leave.
I can hear that whistle blowin',
I see that stationmaster, too,
If there's a poor boy on the street,
Then let him have my seat
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
“Is it really any wonder?” overstatement; It is no wonder “The

love that a stranger might receive” sarcastic; the drugs that a
person who is unfamiliar with and new to something might use
“You cast your spell and I went under” you “cast your dancing
spell my way” as in Mr. Tambourine Man 1964 and I went
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under, beneath it “I find it so difficult to leave” I find it so

difficult to leave because I am addicted “I can hear that whistle
blowin'” I can hear something telling me to stop, I can sense
disaster coming “I see that stationmaster, too” I see the one
who determines if someone gets somewhere or not “If there's
a poor boy on the street” if there is a folk singer in the Village,
“street” as a section of the city “Then let him have my seat”
then let him my position of prominence “'Cause tonight I'll be
staying here with you” because currently I am going to indulge
my drug habit.
I asked Dylan why he revealed his addiction to heroin in his

poetry. In a certain sense he had created me. This struck a
raw nerve and Dylan went into what I perceived as a fit of
depression. I asked him if I had gotten to him?
What’s all that insinuation? What’s that you just sorta slip in? I
was thinkin’ about something if I ever just sat there. I don’t go
into fits of depression. Don’t have ‘em man, don’t have ‘em.
You can print it but it’s a lie. Hey man haven’t you ever just sat
there?
POSITIVELY HIV STREET
CHRONICLES 2004 AND THE DISEASE OF CONCEIT
Dylan, "Conceit is not necessarily a disease. It’s more of a

weakness. A conceited person could be set up (be put in a
compromising or dangerous position usually by trickery or
deceit: Also set up as “made erect”) easily and brought down
(caused to fall into sin) accordingly. Let’s face it, a conceited
person has a fake sense of self-worth, an inflated opinion of
himself. A person like this can be controlled and manipulated"
to apply therapeutic treatment with the hands to a part of the
body such as the penis and testicles "completely if you know
what buttons to push" do the right things to elicit a sexual
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response. So in a sense" if you read between the lines "that’s

what the lyrics are talking about.
The DISEASE OF CONCEIT had additional verses including,

“There’s a whole lot of people dreaming tonight about the
disease of conceit (currently having pipe dreams that it will
disappear) / whole lot of people screaming tonight (speaking
or writing with intense or hysterical emotion) / about the
disease of conceit / I’ll hump ya (HIV/AIDS will cause a
difficult, trying, or critical phase or obstacle in your life: Also
vulgar, to copulate with) / and I’ll dump ya (unceremoniously
dispose of you, make you worth much less than you really are)
/ and I’ll blow your house down (destroy any chance you have
of appearing before an audience, a packed house) / I’ll slice
(interrupt, as in cut. Also slice-of-life the accurate transcription
into poetry of a segment of actual life experience) / into your
cake (the very thing that you did with ease, that was a piece of
cake, staying healthy) / before I leave town (and finished going
to town on you - doing something very thoroughly) / Pick a
number (sarcastic: choose how many days you have left to
live. Also pick the disease that you want to do a number on
you. Gangster slang - how many days you will spend in the
hospital after getting a beating) / take a seat (sarcastic: have a
new position of eminence in the world: Also sit down before
you faint) / with the disease of conceit.” Robert Allen
Zimmerman also said this in regard to the poem Disease of
Conceit - "The song (a habitual or characteristic manner) rose
up (extended above other objects) until I could read (predict,
foretell, learn from) the look in its eyes (what it held for me in
the future). In the quiet (privacy) of the evening (of the period
of my life that was coming to an end) I didn’t have to hunt far
for it (sarcastic: seek it outside of myself since it was within
me, it ran in my blood).” (Chronicles 2004)
In Trouble In Mind 1979, written during his Christian period,

Dylan wrote,
Satan whispers to ya,
‘Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so
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I got another woman for ya
But by October 1983 the latest, judging from Man Of Peace

1983, Dylan was still in his anti-Christian phase and had
returned to what he described as his “rakish ways.”
Christianity had been a good moral influence on Bob but from
my hippy point of view there is nothing wrong with promiscuity.
A new factor, however, had entered the picture, and the

picture became a picture from life’s other side. Unbeknownst
to Bob Dylan the newly liberated gay community caused a
little known esoteric disease to go viral. This affliction would
find its way to IV drugs users and heterosexuals. In 1981
doctors had reported dozens urban gays with severely
compromised immune systems and rare diseases like
Kaposi's sarcoma, a skin cancer that normally afflicts elderly
men. Nobody could explain it until 1984 when the Human
Immunodeficiency Virus or HIV virus was discovered and was
determined to be the cause of this acquired immune
deficiency syndrome or AIDS that gave every opportunistic
infection a license to kill. Since HIV has a long period of
dormancy no one knew who was infected in 1983. This
disease was so spooky even the Devil feared it.
It was a confluence of events involving this STD that proved to

be Bob’s undoing. At this time in sexual history the more
different sex partners Dylan exchanged bodily fluids with the
greater the odds were he would be infected with the newly
emergent virus, especially if he rode bareback and was into
heterosexual anal sex. Infection occurred for every 3.1 acts of
heterosexual anal intercourse. There was a third factor that
played into this chain of events; despite the crypto-racist
content of his previous poetry Dylan had developed a taste for
African-American women. This can be looked at as part of his
fixation with race. This group accounted for a disproportionate
number of female human immunodeficiency virus (HIV)
infections transmitted by IV drug users.
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I estimate that Dylan became infected with the HIV virus in

1982 or early 1983. In the majority of the infected population,
HIV remains asymptomatic for several years which means the
only way you know you have it is if you get tested for it. The
virus remained dormant until 1984 when he must have
evidenced symptoms or was tested. The first poetic reference
to Dylan’s affliction appeared on Empire Burlesque recorded
between July 1984 and March 1985 released on June 8, 1985.
It was in a poem entitled,
I AIN’T NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME AGAIN 1985
Now you're here beside me, baby

You're a living dream.
And every time you get this close
It makes me want to scream.
You touched me and you knew
That I was warm for you and then
I ain't never gonna be the same again.
“Now you're here beside me, baby” now the HIV virus is in my
bloodstream. Also beside me as beside myself: I am beside
myself with grief “You're a living dream” sarcastic; and it’s the
ideal disease to have, a living nightmare is more like it, it’s the
living end “And every time you get this close” and every time
you start to destroy my white blood cells so that I no longer
have an immune system “It makes me want to scream” I utter
a long loud piercing cry, as from pain and fear “You touched
me” you matched me in quality; equaled my natural defenses.
Also sarcastic; gave me a mild attack; ‘A touch of the flu’ “and
you knew that I was warm for you” and you knew that you
could raise my body temperature, you could live within me
“and then I ain't never gonna be the same again” and as a
result after having contracted HIV virus I ain’t never going to
be the same again.
Sorry if I hurt you, baby

Sorry if I did.
Sorry if I touched the place
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Where your secrets are hid.

But you meant more than everything
And I could not pretend,
I ain't never gonna be the same again.
“Sorry if I hurt you, baby / Sorry if I did” sarcastic; sorry if I had

an adverse effect on you with medication “Sorry if I touched”
sorry if I laid hands on in violence, in order to destroy “the
place” a particular point “Where your secrets” where your vital
functions that are beyond ordinary understanding “are hid” are
unknown to medical science “But you meant more than
everything” but you became the most important factor in my
life “And I could not pretend” and I could not kid myself into
thinking HIV would disappear by itself “I ain't never gonna be
the same again.” I am never going to be healthy again.
You give me something to think about, baby

Every time I see ya.
Don't worry, baby, I don't mind leaving
I'd just like it to be my idea.
“You give me something to think about, baby / Every time I

see ya” that’s for certain, this is understatement “Don't worry,
baby, I don't mind leaving” don’t worry baby I don’t mind dying
“I'd just like it to be my idea” but I want to do it on my own
terms rather than as a result of a viral infection that has made
me susceptible to other viral and bacterial infections.
You taught me how to love you, baby

You taught me, oh, so well.
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby
I can't unring the bell.
You took my reality
And cast it to the wind
And I ain't never gonna be the same again.
You got it baby.
“You taught me how to love you, baby” I learned the truth

about you baby “You taught me, oh, so well” you caused me
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to learn by experience “Now, I can't go back to what was,

baby” now I can’t go back to being HIV Negative “I can't unring
the bell” the bell has tolled for me and it is final, incurable,
terminal “You took my reality” you took my entire being “And
cast it to the wind” and turned it into dust, shit, destroyed it
“And I ain't never gonna be the same again / You got it baby!”
What is this “you got it baby” mean? That someone else has
the disease?
THEY TOOK A CLEAN CUT KID AND MADE A KILLER OUT

OF HIM THAT’S WHAT THEY DID
To reiterate: The first reference to Dylan’s affliction appeared

on Empire Burlesque recorded between July 1984 and March
1985 released on June 8, 1985. So assuming Dylan was
referring to HIV / AIDS in I Ain’t Never Gonna Be The Same
Again, March 1985 would be the latest date that Dylan could
have become aware of his disease although it is likely he
became aware of it much earlier. Dylan’s daughter, Desiree
Gabrielle Dennis-Dylan, assuming she was full term, was
conceived early in May 1985. Assuming the month of March
comes before May Desiree was conceived at a point in time
when Dylan already knew he was HIV Positive.
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There is no way to tell how many times Dylan had unprotected

sexual intercourse before conception took place. Desiree was
born January 31, 1986. African-American Carolyn Dennis,
Desiree’s single mother, did not list Dylan as the father on
Desiree's birth certificate. In June 1986, Dylan married
Carolyn Dennis. The couple divorced in October 1992. Their
marriage and child remained a secret until the publication of a
Dylan biography in 2001. Carolyn Dennis said they took
advantage of a California law that allowed them to seal their
marriage certificate. The settlement in their divorce was also
sealed. What is happening here? You tell me! Did Dylan
deliberately attempt to infect a Black woman with HIV because
of his racism? Is this the kind of sickness Hollywood breeds? If
this is true it would make Fatty Arbuckle look like a Boy Scout.
There have been reports that Dylan has numerous love
children scattered throughout the United States. Is he paying
hush money to their mothers? Is this why he continues to
tour? One would think he would be sick of it by now. Or is his
touring part of the deal with the Devil? In Chronicles Dylan put
the date of detection of his infection allegorically circa 1987
however poetic evidence reveals he was writing about his
affliction in 1984 and 1986. The weasel did this to conceal the
fact from those who read between the lines of Chronicles that
knowing he was HIV positive, he had unprotected sex with
Dennis.
It was 1987 and my hand, which had been ungodly injured in a

freak accident, was in the state of regeneration. It had been
ripped and mangled to the bone and was still in the acute
stage - it didn't even feel like it was mine. I didn't know what
had befallen me, and this was a bizarre shift of fate. All
potentialities had gone to pieces.
“It was 1987 and my hand” it was [January] 1987 and the
cards I play the game of life with, the hand fate has dealt me
“which had been ungodly injured” which had been harmed by
something morally bad in principle and practice “in a freak
accident” in an accident that occurred as a result of my sex
addition; I was a “sex freak” a person who was obsessed with
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sex “was in the state of regeneration” was at a point where life

was returning to me, I was in the process of re-growing
destroyed parts of my body such as white blood cells “It had
been ripped” my entire existence had been destroyed quickly
and violently. Disease of Conceit 1989 “it rips into your senses
and your body and your mind” “and mangled” and altered so
as to make my previous being unrecognizable “to the bone” to
the core, to where most white blood cells arise in my red bone
marrow “and was still in the acute stage” and this was just the
beginning stages of the infection: an acute HIV infection is an
asymptomatic period of rapid viral replication that immediately
follows the individual's exposure to HIV leading to an
abundance of virus in the peripheral blood “it didn't even feel
like it was mine” I was still in a state of denial “I didn't know
what had befallen me” I didn’t know what happened to me by
a sequence of events beginning in Hibbing, Minnesota “and
this was a bizarre” and this was a conspicuously and grossly
unusual “shift of fate” a change in direction of my fate
downward, I had it made in the shade and blew it!
My hand had been gashed pretty good - no feeling in the

nerves. Maybe it might not heal, never be the same, and the
sooner I believed it, the better. Oh, the wicked ironies of life.
I'd gotten a cosmic kick in the pants. I probably should have
been wearing steel underwear.
“My hand had been gashed” my fate, the cards I was holding
in life had been gashed, had been destroyed by a cunt. “Gash”
preppie slang term for female “pretty good - no feeling in the
nerves” no more fortitude; stamina, resistance to infection
“Maybe it might not heal, never be the same, and the sooner I
believed it, the better” “I ain’t never gonna be the same again”
and there still is no cure for HIV “Oh, the wicked” oh the
severe and distressing “ironies of life” I had fame and fortune
and I get this deadly incurable disease? What kind of a
schmuck am I? “I'd gotten a cosmic” I’d gotten an infinitely and
inconceivably extended; vast “kick in the pants” embarrassing
rude awakening beyond belief caused by desire.
Subterranean Homesick Blues, “Short pants, romance.” “I
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probably should have been wearing steel underwear” I should

have been wearing a male chastity belt that way I would have
had to keep my dick in my pants.
No accident occurred in January 1987, as Dylan claimed in

Chronicles. Dylan had used a similar metaphor, in a different
context, in Tarantula, “outside, however after the tear gas
disappears” after the songs about Civil Rights disappear
(Oxford Town 1962 “Me and my gal my gal's son / We got met
with a tear gas bomb”) “we find that the leprechaun's” we find
that Bob Dylan’s “got his hand in a bandage & his beard's
gone” his “beard” as in slang for someone who accompanies
another person to give the impression that the other person is
something other than what he really is e.g. Joan Baez
accompanying Dylan on tour. There is no evidence, no report,
other than Dylan’s statement in Chronicles that any such
accident ever occurred. Dylan was on tour with Tom Petty in
1986. The last date of the Petty tour was on October 17, 1986.
He played with the Grateful Dead in January 1987. No
bandage, no cast. Could the January that Dylan writes about
when he had “a cast on my hand that went nearly to the
elbow” be January 1988? But on January 20, 1988 Dylan
appeared playing guitar on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
television show. No cast was seen. The Never Ending Tour
started in June 1988 and ran 71 appearances that year. No
cast except for the fact that HIV had taken Dylan’s reality and
cast it to the wind. Dylan wrote another poem about his
affliction in 1986:
UNDER YOUR SPELL 1986
Something about you that I can't shake

Don't know how much of this I can take
Baby I'm under your spell
“Something about you that I can't shake” there is some unique

property about this virus that I cannot shake off, get rid of
“Don't know how much of this I can take” I don’t know if I can
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stand up to the disease or will I succumb to suicide? “Baby I'm

under your spell” I am under your influence.
I was knocked out and loaded in the naked night.
When my last dream exploded, I noticed your light.
Baby, oh what a story I could tell.
“I was knocked out” I was down for the count as they say in
the sport of boxing, in Dylan’s case down for the white blood
cell count “and loaded” “load” something that is carried, as by
a person, as in a heavy viral load “in the naked night” when I
was extremely vulnerable to infection “When my last dream
exploded” when my last foolish hope of a cure was shown to
be false and unreliable “I noticed your light” “notice” I gave you
notice that your cure was bogus “notice’ as in advance
notification of intention to end an arrangement or employment.
“Baby, oh what a story I could tell” Baby I could write an
expose about your quack cure.
But I will be back, I will survive,

You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
Baby, can't you tell.
“But I will be back” I will return to a normal T-cell count “I will

survive” I will survive this disease “You'll never get rid of me”
just as I will never get rid of you, you will never get rid of me
and I will fight you “as long as you're alive” as long as you are
alive in my bloodstream “Baby, can't you tell” don’t you get
that idea already?
Everywhere you go it's enough to break hearts

Someone always gets hurt, a fire always starts.
“Everywhere you go it's enough to break hearts” everywhere

the virus goes it destroys human beings to the core “Someone
always gets hurt, a fire always starts” someone always comes
down with an opportunistic infection and a fever starts.
Baby, what more can I tell?

Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,
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Pray that I don't die of thirst,

Baby, two feet from the well.
“Baby, what more can I tell?” what more is there to say? “Well
the desert is hot” in a currently barren area scientists are hot
on the trail of a cure for HIV “the mountain is cursed” the
problem is going to be solved “Pray that I don't die of thirst”
pray that I don’t die “Baby, two feet from the well” just before a
cure is discovered.
DEATH IS NOT THE END 1988
When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got
a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you've held sacred, falls down and does not mend
“When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got
a friend /Just remember that death is not the end” when you
have been abandoned by society maintain your faith in the
Almighty and in an afterlife “And all that you've held sacred”
and when something that is not to be profaned and violated;
that should remain inviolable like your T-Cell count “falls
down” decreases “and does not mend” and does not heal and
recover “Just remember that death is not the end” just
maintain your faith in Ha’shem, God.
When you're standing at the crossroads that you cannot

comprehend
And all your dreams have vanished and you don't know what's
up the bend
“When you're standing at the crossroads” when you are

undergoing a trial or enduring an affliction “that you cannot
comprehend” that is incomprehensible to you “Just remember
that death is not the end” just maintain your belief in God “And
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all your dreams have vanished” and when your wildest hopes
have been torn to shreds “and you don't know what's up the
bend” and you haven’t the slightest idea what direction things
are going to take in the future “Just remember that death is not
the end” just put your fate in the hands of God.
Oh, the tree of life is growing

Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men
“Oh, the tree of life is growing” oh the knowledge about how

immune system that provides protection against foreign
organisms can be rescued from the HIV virus is growing; the
tree of life had the ability to grant Adam and Eve immortality
“Where the spirit never dies” where the essential nature of
humanity is never extinguished “And the bright light of
salvation shines” and the hope of a cure becomes eminent “In
dark and empty skies” in a bleak and unpromising,
purposeless future “When the cities are on fire with the
burning flesh of men” when the major cities are being
destroyed by a plague that is consuming the bodies of men;
Ain’t Talkin’ 2006, “Walking through the cities of the plague”
“Just remember that death is not the end” just keep the faith
baby, because that is all one can do!
CAN’T ESCAPE FROM YOU
Oh the evening train is rolling
Oh the evening train is rolling

My life is going by
Roll: To go by; elapse: The days rolled along.
All along the homeward way
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Wayward Following no clear pattern; unpredictable: "events

that were often thought to be wayward, capricious, and
inexplicable" (Marq de Villiers).
All my hopes are over the horizon

All my dreams have gone away
His dream of ever getting rid of the HIV virus are beyond the
range of one's knowledge, experience, or interest.
The hillside darkly shaded

Stars fall from above
All the joys of earth have faded
The night's untouched my love
There is no joy left in life for Bob as doom descends upon him
and his untouched state unfolds – touch: A mild attack: a
touch of the flu.
I'll be here 'til tomorrow

Beneath a shroud of gray
I pretend I'm free of sorrow
My heart is miles away
Even his is still kicking death will always leark in the

background.
The dead bells are ringing

My train is overdue
To your memory I'm clinging
I can't escape from you
The death toll bells are ringing I should have been dead long
ago but I remain close; resist separation and I can’t get rid of
this virus.
Well I hear the sound of thunder

Roaring loud and long
Sometimes you've got to wonder
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God knows I've done no wrong
Well I hear the sound of thunder

Roaring loud and long
Sometimes you've got to wonder
God knows I've done no wrong
You've wasted all your power

You threw out the Christmas pie
Now you're withering like a flower
You'll play the fool and die
I'm neither sad nor sorry

I'm all dressed up in black
I fought for fame and glory
You tried to break my back
In the far off sweet forever

The sunshine peeking through
We should have walked together
I cannot grasp the shadows

That gather near the door
Rain falls round my window
I wish I'd seen you more
The path is ever winding

The stars they never age
The morning light is blinding
All the world's a stage
Should be the time of gladness

Happy faces everywhere
The mystery of madness
Is propagating in the air
I don't like the city

Not like some folks do
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Isn't it a pity
We ploughed the fields of heaven

Right down to the end
I hope I can be forgiven
If any words of mine offend
All our days were splendid

They were simple, they were plain
It never should have ended
I should have kissed you in the rain
I've been thinking things all over

All the moments full of grace
The primrose and the clover
Your ever changing face
Can't help looking at you

You made love with god-knows-who
Never found a girl to match you
THE DISEASE OF CONCEIT 1989
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight

From the disease of conceit.
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
“There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight” there are

innumerable, countless people suffering from a symptom of
some disorder of epidemic proportions “From the disease of
conceit” from HIV/AIDS. Why “Conceit?” arrogance, Dylan had
an unduly high opinion of his own abilities when it came to
avoiding sexually transmitted diseases “Whole lot of people
struggling tonight” many people are strenuously engaged by a
problem caused by “the disease of conceit” by HIV/AIDS.
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Comes right down the highway

Straight down the line
Rips into your senses
Through your body and your mind.
Nothing about it that's sweet
The disease of conceit.
“Comes right down the highway” comes right out of the

American public where it first reached epidemic proportions
“Straight down the line” from a series of persons who succeed
each other. Walkin Down the Line 1962 “I am walkin’ down the
line” I am following a succession of folk singers “Tell about my
troubled mind” who sing protest songs “Rips” tears, HIV
subjects you to a vehement attack entering “into your senses”
into your sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell “Through your
body and your mind” and does not forget a goddamn thing
“Nothing about it that's sweet” nothing about it that is pleasing,
it is immoral “The disease of conceit” about HIV/AIDS.
There's a whole lot of people dying tonight

From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people crying tonight
“There's a whole lot of people dying tonight” AIDS reached
epidemic proportions and was considered a fatal disease
when this poem was composed “From the disease of conceit”
from HIV/AIDS “Whole lot of people crying tonight” many
people are demanding an immediate remedy “From the
disease of conceit” for HIV/AIDS.
Comes right out of nowhere

And you're down for the count
From the outside world,
The pressure will mount,
Turn you into a piece of meat,
The disease of conceit.
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“Comes right out of nowhere” suddenly it appears several

years after infection “And you're down for the count” as the
HIV disease progresses, the T-cell count goes down from a
normal count of 500-1500 cells in a cubic millimeter of blood
(a drop, more or less) down to as low as zero. When the T-cell
count goes below 200, there is an increased risk of
opportunistic infections, and when the T-cell count drops
below 50, the risk rises dramatically. Also “down for the count”
as a knockout in boxing. Also as in Knocked Out Loaded, the
title of a Bob Dylan CD – down for the count with a high viral
load “From the outside world” from opportunistic infections
“The pressure will mount” the state of urgently demanding
notice and attention will surface “Turn you into a piece of
meat” it will turn you into a corpse “The disease of conceit.”
Conceit is a disease
That the doctors got no cure
They've done a lot of research on it
But what it is, they're still not sure
“Conceit is a disease” HIV/AIDS is a disease “That the doctors

got no cure” that is still incurable even now in 2011 when this
book was written “They've done a lot of research on it” there
has been a lot of scientific study of the HIV/AIDS virus “But
what it is, they're still not sure” but it is still a mystery - this
poem appears to have been written in the early 1980’s before
the AIDS virus was even identified.
There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight

From the disease of conceit
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
“There's a whole lot of hearts” many people’s central and

innermost physical parts “breaking tonight” are being
weakened and destroyed in health; overwhelmed with
adversity “From the disease of conceit” from HIV/AIDS “Whole
lot of hearts shaking tonight” there are numerous human
beings trembling in fear, there are many people trying to get
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rid of a disease “shake,” slang; to get rid of, ‘couldn't shake

this cold’ “From the disease of conceit” from HIV/AIDS
Steps into your room

Eats your soul
Over your senses
You have no control.
Ain't nothing too discreet
About of disease of conceit.
“Steps” enters abruptly and unwanted into a situation “into

your room” into your life “Eats” and causes persistent
annoyance and distress, eats away “your soul” your innermost
being “Over your senses” over that which you perceive by a
physical sensation such as your bowels “You have no control”
you have no authority over your body and you become
incontinent “Ain’t nothing too discreet” sarcastic; there is
nothing one would wish to hide like the fact it makes you shit
in your pants “About of disease of conceit” about HIV/AIDS.
There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight

Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
“There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight” there are

numerous people experiencing a condition of pain, disease,
and malfunction “From the disease of conceit” from HIV/AIDS
“Whole lot of people seeing double tonight / From the disease
of conceit” about 75% of AIDS patients develop eye problems
of some sort. The retina is most commonly affected. Tiny
retinal hemorrhages and cotton-wool spots are early signs of
infection and are often detected during an eye exam.
Give ya delusions of grandeur

And a evil eye
Give you idea that
You're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
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“Give ya delusions of grandeur” AIDS HIV will cause you to

experience psychotic episodes “And a evil eye” that involve
paranoia; “Evil eye” a look or stare believed to cause injury
and misfortune to others “Give you the idea that / You're too
good to die” give you the delusion that you are not spoiled and
ruined and you will not succumb to the virus “Then they bury
you from your head to your feet” then they put you in your
grave “From the disease of conceit.”
MAN IN THE LONG BLACK COAT 1989
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high

There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry,
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of goodbye, note even a note
She gone with the man
In the long black coat.
“Crickets” Weberman and Dylan. In You Gonna Make Me

Lonesome When You Go Dylan wrote this about our recorded
telephone conversation, “Crickets talking back and forth in
rhyme” this time crickets “are chirping” ghetto slang for to talk
on the phone. So once again Dylan is conversing with
Weberman “the water is high” and this time he is in some
deep water that might prove fatal: Highwater; “Highwater
rising, six inches above my head / Coffin's dropping in the
street like balloons made out of lead.” “There's a soft” there is
an unprotected against or vulnerable to attack: a soft target
“cotton dress” bandage, medication “on the line” on the battle
area closest to the enemy HIV virus, also telephone line
“hanging” remaining unresolved or uncertain: His future hung
in the balance. Also “hang on” as remain on the telephone
“dry” and lacking involvement as in ‘the actor gave a dry
reading of his lines.” “Window wide open” a window of
opportunity was wide open “African trees” to a disease, a
punishment, whose family tree could be traced back to Africa
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“Bent” Hell bent, determined “over backwards” to cause my

White Blood Cells to be in the reverse of the usual direction.
Also “you have to bend over backwards. As in anal
intercourse, to get AIDS” “from a hurricane” from an epidemic:
something resembling a hurricane in force and speed “breeze”
that progressed swiftly and effortlessly though the population
“Not a word” sarcastic, not the text of a vocal composition;
lyrics “of goodbye not even a note” not even a poem that
would be my own epitaph not even one musical note “She’s
gone with the man in the long black coat” Dylan is on the way
to funeral parlor accompanied by the undertaker.
Preacher was a talkin' there's a sermon he gave

He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved,
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied.
“Preacher” Weberman “was a talkin'” spreading rumors;

gossip “there's a sermon he gave” there’s a lengthy and
tedious speech of reproof and exhortation he gave “He said
every man's conscience” he said Bob Dylan’s sense of right
versus wrong conduct “is vile” is not only wrong but it is
repugnant to the senses, and turns your stomach and makes
you want to destroy him “and depraved” because it is morally
corrupt; perverted, totally the opposite of what it should be.
Since Dylan’s conscience was no more than some pleasure
driven insatiable appetite for drugs and sex “You cannot
depend on it to be your guide” he could not depend on an
addiction for moral guidance “When it's you who must keep it
satisfied” since you will always rationalize your own
pathological behavior because of the power the drug has over
you!
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat

She gave her heart to the man
“It ain't easy to swallow” it ain't easy believing it without

question, especially because of its garbage-pickin’ source “it
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sticks in the throat” it is hard to accept, it cuts my throat, it is

fatal “She gave her heart” he surrendered the vital center and
source of his sensibilities “to the man / In the long black coat”
to an apparition of death.
There are no mistakes in life some people say

It is true sometimes you can see it that way.
But people don't live or die, people just float.
She went with the man
“There are no mistakes in life” there are no unintentional

errors in life “some people say” those who believe in
Freudianism say “It is true sometimes you can see it that way”
this is true in certain cases but not in this one because who
would subconsciously make a mistake of this magnitude since
“But people” people with HIV “don't live or die people just float”
don’t live or die but are in a constant state of suspended
animation between life and death and float from one condition
to the next; Tryin’ To Get To Heaven Before They Close the
Door 1997 “I can hear their hearts a-beatin’ like pendulums
swingin’ on chains” “She went with the man / In the long black
coat.”
MOST OF THE TIME 1989
Most of the time

I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone
Most of the time
“Most of the time / I'm clear focused all around” sometimes I

am the focus, a central point and locus, of an infection “Most
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of the time / I can keep both feet on the ground” sometimes I

cannot get back to normal “I can follow the path” sometimes I
cannot follow the doctor’s orders, walk the straight and narrow
“path” a way especially designed for a particular use “I can
read the signs” and sometimes I cannot detect the tell tale
signs of the illness “Stay right with it” sometimes I cannot
continue taking medication “when the road unwinds” when my
course in life begins to unravel, disintegrate “I can handle
whatever I stumble upon” sometimes I cannot manage an
opportunistic infection that I come upon accidentally or
unexpectedly “I don't even notice she's gone” sarcastic,
sometimes I don’t even notice that my health, my immunity
system, is gone “Most of the time.” But what about some of
the time?
“Both feet on the ground” as return to normal, Rag Time Willie

“I can hear something calling on me” my desire for heroin has
returned “And you know where I want to be / Oh Willie don't
you hear that sound / I just want to get my feet back on the
ground” I just want enough heroin so that I will not experience
withdrawal symptoms, I don’t even have to get high.
Most of the time

It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.
“Most of the time / It's well understood” sometimes I do not

understand what has happened to me and why? “Most of the
time I wouldn't change it if I could” sometimes I would give up
anything in the world to change my status. “I can't make it all
match-up” I can’t make my T cell count match my viral load. A
T-cell count tells the number of CD4 cells in your blood. A
"normal" T-cell count falls somewhere between 800 and 1200
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CD4 cells per micro liter of blood. Viral load testing tells how
much of the virus is in someone’s bloodstream. When viral
load goes up, T-cell count goes down. A rising viral load
means that HIV is multiplying quickly and may be destroying
more of the CD4 cells that protect one from infection. “I can
hold my own” sometimes I cannot get my white blood cell
count up. “I can deal with the situation” sometimes I cannot
deal with a critical, problematic, and striking set of
circumstances “right down to the bone” right down to its roots,
its core, the bone marrow where blood cells are produced “I
can survive, I can endure” sometimes I don’t think I am going
to make it “And I don't even think about her” sarcastic, I don’t
even think about the days when I was HIV negative, it means
so little to me “Most of the time.” Also “I can hold my own” hold
my own pecker, masturbate “I can deal with the situation right
down to the bone” right down to the boner or erection
sometimes.
Most of the time

My head is on straight
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
“Most of the time / My head is on straight” sometimes my

medication does not work and produces serious side effects
“Most of the time I'm strong enough” sometimes I am not in
good and sound enough health; robust “not to hate” not to
hate the doctors who are treating me “I don't build up illusion”
sometimes I kid myself that the HIV virus will somehow
disappear from my body “'till it makes me sick” until it returns
and makes me sick once again “I ain't afraid of confusion”
sometimes I am deathly afraid of the fact that the doctors often
appear as if they do not know what in the world they are doing
“no matter how thick” no matter how intense it might seem “I
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can smile in the face of mankind” I can ignore the approbation

of most of humanity as HIV carries a stigma with it “Don't even
remember what her lips” sometimes I don’t even remember
what her vagina “felt like on mine” felt like on my penis. Liner
Notes to Desire 1976, “Furious gals with garters & smeared
lips on bar stools that stank from sweating pussy” – The
implication here is that Dylan did not contract the disease
through homosexual activity.
Most of the time

She ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
“Most of the time / She ain't even in my mind” sometimes I

think about what it was like to be healthy “I wouldn't know her
if I saw her” and I tell myself that even if my health returned I
wouldn’t recognize it “She's that far behind” because I have
been suffering from the disease for so long I can’t even
remember what it was like to be healthy “Most of the time I
can't even be sure” sometimes I am uncertain “If she was ever
with me” if health was the dominant partner in our relationship
“Or if I was with her” or if I was with her? Adage: “If you don’t
have your health you don’t have anything.”
Most of the time

I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromise and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
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“Most of the time / I'm halfway content” sometimes I am only

halfway content otherwise I am totally restless longing for
better circumstances “Most of the time / I know exactly”
sometimes I have no idea with complete accuracy and
precision “where it all went” where my whole life went wrong,
went down the drain “I don't cheat on myself” sometimes I
aggravate my own condition “I don't run and hide” by trying to
escape it with drugs like heroin, morphine. The Weight “I
picked up my bag, went lookin’ for a place to hide.” “Hide from
the feelings” escape my intuitive awareness “that are buried
inside” that any day I could be dead and buried inside a grave
“I don't compromise” sometimes I expose myself and make
myself liable to danger “and I don't pretend” and I fool myself
into believing that I can continue to use heroin while I am HIV
positive and get away with it “I don't even care if I ever see her
again” sometimes I deeply regret what I have done to myself
when I realize I will never again see a healthy time in my life.
WHAT GOOD AM I? 1989
What good am I if I'm like all the rest

If I just turn away, when I see how you're dressed,
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry
What good am I?
“What good am I if I'm like all the rest” what good am I in the
struggle against AIDS if I hide the fact, like so many others do,
that I am HIV Positive? “If I just turn away, when I see how
you're dressed” what good am I if I ignore you because you
are gay and dress differently. Also because you are treated
with medications and protective covering such as bandages “If
I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry” if I keep away from the
AIDS issue and I can’t hear you suffer, protest publically about
your condition “What good am I?”
What good am I if I know and don't do,

If I see and don't say, if I look right through you,
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky,
What good am I?
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“What good am I if I know and don't do” what good am I if I

know what it is like to have HIV but don’t join in the fight to find
a cure? “If I see and don't say” if I see others suffering along
with me and never make mention of it “if I look right through
you” but make believe they are not there “If I turn a deaf ear to
the thunderin' sky” if I fail to show sympathy for those who are
experiencing the utmost calamity in their lives “What good am
I?”
What good am I if I say foolish things
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings
And I just turn my back while you silently die,
What good am I?
“What good am I if I say foolish things” what good am I if I

don’t make a statement “And I laugh in the face of what
sorrow brings” and ignore all the people who are dying, laugh
in the face of death “And I just turn my back while you silently
die” and I ignore this epidemic; the AIDS activist group ACT
UP coined the slogan SILENCE=DEATH “What good am I?”
Chronicles in regard to What Good Am I? “Sometimes you see
things in life that make your heart turn rotten and your gut sick
and nauseous and you try to capture that feeling without
naming the specifics.” In April 1997 Dylan completed the
recording sessions for Time Out Of Mind, a CD that clearly
indicated the HIV virus was multiplying in his bloodstream.
Even the photograph of Bob seated at a table that was
included with Time Out Of Mind contained small bottles of his
anti-viral medication.
TRYING TO GET TO HEAVEN 1997
People on the platforms

Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin'
Like pendulums swinging on chains
“People on the platforms” patients on a raised horizontal

surface like an operating table “Waiting for the trains” waiting
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for a series of consequences wrought by an event; ‘HIV led to

a train of disasters’ “I can hear their hearts a-beatin'” I can
sense fear in them “Like pendulums” like something that
swings back and forth from one condition to another “on
chains” in captivity or oppression; bondage, in a state of
suspended animation swinging between life and death.
When you think that you lost everything

You find out you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
“When you think that you lost everything” when your T-cell
count is down to zero “You find out you can always lose a little
more” you find out there is worse in store, you always can lose
your life “I'm just going down the road feeling bad” I’m going
down the path of life and into the future with an incurable
illness “Trying to get to heaven before they close the door”
trying to find some kind of contentment here on earth before I
die, before I lose the opportunity.
NOT DARK YET 1997
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day

It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
“Shadows are falling” I am the shadow of the man I once was,

this is the fate that has befallen me “and I've been here all
day” and I am currently feeling its effects “It's too hot to sleep”
it is too dangerous to have intercourse, my body temperature
is too elevated for me to be comfortable “time is running away”
and my life is being drained away “Feel like my soul has
turned into steel” feel like the material world has taken over
from the spiritual “I've still got the scars” I've still got the
lingering damage, scars from diseases like Kaposi’s sarcoma
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“that the sun didn't heal” that the distinguished men of

medicine could not heal “There's not even room enough to be
anywhere” I don’t have enough life in me to get anywhere to
be successful “It's not dark yet, but it's getting there” I am not
dead yet but I’m getting there.
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
“Well my sense of humanity” my kindness or mercy “has gone

down the drain” has vanished irreparably “Behind every
beautiful thing” behind every alleged cure “there's been some
kind of pain” there has been something that made me pity
myself even more about being taken in when I found that I still
had HIV “She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind” the
Doctors informed me that I still had the HIV virus in my
bloodstream and they did it in the most unhurtful way they
could “She put down in writing what was in her mind” they put
down in writing that the HIV virus still was in Dylan’s brain “I
just don't see why I should even care” sarcastic, of course he
should care as he has HIV and if it is a terminal disease he is
going to die if he doesn’t find a cure “It's not dark yet, but it's
getting there.” I am not dead yet but I’m getting there.
Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree

I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
“Well, I've been to London” I have traveled to London looking

for a cure “and I've been to gay Paree” and I even went to
Paris hoping to find a Doctor who could cure me of this gay
disease “I've followed the river” I studied the medical literature
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“and I got to the sea” and arrived at a sea of controversy “I've

been down on the bottom of a world full of lies” I have been
with the bottom feeding quacks and I still have the virus “I ain't
looking for nothing in anyone's eyes” I am no longer looking
into the veracity of the ideas of these charlatans regarding my
condition “Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear”
sometimes I can’t take it any longer and I contemplate suicide
“It's not dark yet, but it's getting there” I am not dead yet but
I’m getting there.
I was born here and I'll die here against my will

I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away
from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
“I was born here and I'll die here against my will” no matter
how bad things get I am going to fight it out and not take my
own life “I know it looks like I'm moving” I know it looks like I’m
healthy since I perform frequently all over the world “but I'm
standing still” but I am a walking dead man “Every nerve in my
body is so vacant and numb” I have been over-medicated to
the point where any nerve that might cause pain has been
neutralized “I can't even remember what it was I came here to
get away from” and I wonder if this is worse than the actual
symptoms of the disease? “Don't even hear a murmur of a
prayer” I don’t have a prayer of getting rid of this disease. Also
“murmur” an abnormal sound of the heart “It's not dark yet, but
it's getting there” I’m not dead yet but I am getting there.
COLD IRONS BOUND 1997
The walls of pride are high and wide

Can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
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“The walls of pride” the barriers thrown up by arrogance, when

I was convinced I would not get a sexually transmitted disease
like HIV “pride” or “conceit” as in The Disease of Conceit, “are
high and wide” are impenetrable, impossible to overcome
“Can't see over to the other side” because HIV is incurable I
have no hope that things will reverse themselves “It's such a
sad thing to see beauty decay” it’s tragic to see the qualities
that give pleasure to my senses fall into disuse and ruin “It's
sadder still, to feel your heart” it is more depressing still, to
experience the essence of your innermost being “torn away”
stripped away. In Disease of Conceit 1989 HIV is described as
“Rip[ing] into your senses.”
“Pride” as arrogance in relation to HIV; “Cross the Green

Mountain 2003,
It's the last day's last hour, of the last happy year
I feel that the unknown world is so near
Pride will vanish and glory will rot
But virtue lives and cannot be forgot
“It's the last day's last hour of the last happy year” it is the last
year when I still have my health “I feel that the unknown world
is so near” I am getting vibes that something really bad is
going to happen “Pride will vanish” my arrogance will vanish
“And glory” and the glorified persona of Bob Dylan “will rot” will
be recognized for what it is, “rot” pointless talk; nonsense. “But
virtue” chastity “lives and cannot be forgot” but and its wisdom
will always be remembered by me. Cold Irons Bound
continues:
One look at you and I'm out of control

Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm twenty miles out of town in Cold irons bound
“One look at you and I'm out of control” one look at death and I
lose control, I lose authority over my physiology: regulation
and maintenance of a function; ‘he had lost control of his
sphincters’ “Like the universe” like God’s domain, like God
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“has swallowed me whole” has subjected me to the same fate

as Jonah who was swallowed by a whale “I'm twenty miles out
of town” I am past certain boundaries, on a trip “in Cold irons
bound” headed for an inevitable, involuntary and premature
death.
“Universe” as God; Trouble 1981, “Since the beginning of the

universe man's been cursed by trouble.” Chronicles, “When
Frank sang that song, I could hear everything in his voice-
death, God and the universe.” Cold Irons Bound continues:
Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds

Reality has always had too many heads
Some things last longer than you think they will
There are some kind of things you can never kill
It's you and you only, I'm been thinking about
But you can't see in and it's hard lookin' out
“Oh, the winds” Oh something that disrupts and destroys “in

Chicago” of corruption “has torn me to shreds” has destroyed
me. Disease of Conceit 1989, “Rips into your senses.” There
are also Biblical overtones, “And Jacob rent his clothes, and
put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many
days.” “Reality” the state of things as they are rather than as
one might wish them to be “has always had too many heads”
has always had too many sensual pleasures, too much getting
head, too much getting a head on smack “Some things last
longer than you think they will” understatement; HIV is an
incurable disease and lasts forever “There are some kind of
things you can never kill” and you can never kill the HIV virus
because it mutates, it is resistant to all anti-viral drugs and it is
going to be with me forever “It's you and you only, I'm been
thinking about” now it’s only the HIV that burdens me “But you
can't see in” but you can’t look into someone’s bloodstream
and see the virus “and it's hard lookin' out” and, if you have no
clue that it exists, that makes it hard to avoid it, to “look out”
for it.
“Chicago” as corruption; Chronicles,

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Grossman was from Chicago, had a non-show business

background but didn't let that stand in his way. Not your usual
shopkeeper; he had owned a nightclub in the Windy City and
had to deal with district bosses and various fixes and
ordinances and carried a .45.
LOVE SICK 1997
I'm walking through streets that are dead

Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
“I'm walking through streets that are dead” I am living through

a plague where entire sections of the city have been affected
“Walking, walking with you in my head” living, living with the
HIV virus in my head “My feet are so tired” my ambitions are
so trivial, I just want my health back “my brain is so wired” my
brain is so filled with drugs; Planet Waves Liner Notes 1974
“all wired up & voting for Eisenhower.” “And the clouds are
weeping” and my gloom is profuse.
Did I hear someone tell a lie?

Did I hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love I'm so sick of it.
“Did I hear someone tell a lie?” did I hear one of my sexual

partners say she was healthy? “Did I hear someone's distant
cry?” did I hear someone’s remote in manner; aloof response
to my question “I spoke like a child” I was naïve to even ask a
question like this, of course you were going to say you were
healthy “you destroyed me with a smile” you destroyed me
with your approval “While I was sleeping” while I was having
sexual intercourse with you “I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick
of it” I am sick of having HIV, being “love sick” but I am in the
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most active or intense part of it “This kind of love I'm so sick of

it.”
I see, I see lovers in the meadow

I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow
I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I'm love sick
“I see lovers in the meadow” I see many different types of

lovers in America “I see silhouettes in the window” I see a
window of opportunity to have sex with Black women, possibly
prostitutes “I'll watch them 'til they're gone” I don’t trust them
so I watch them until they leave the hotel room “And they
leave me hangin' on” and they leave me with something
imminent; something looming: a threat hanging over Dylan “to
a shadow” and turn him into an imperfect imitation of a human
being. “I'm sick of love” I am sick from making love “I hear the
clock tick” my time is running out, my illness might be
discovered by a journalist “This kind of love” this kind of
disease “I'm love sick” is the result of a sexual encounter.
“Meadow” as America; Tarantula, “but they're putting up a

supermarket across the meadow & that should take care of
the farmer” Black Crow Blues 1964,
Black crows in the meadow

Across a broad highway
Though it’s funny, honey
I just don’t feel much like a
Scarecrow today
“Black crows” Jim Crow exults loudly, as over another's

defeat; boasts” “in the meadow” in America “Sleeping across a
broad highway” and many people across a broad section of
the public are openly comfortable with it “Though it’s funny,
honey” isn’t it ironic that despite my reputation as an advocate
of Civil Rights “I just don't feel much like a scarecrow today” I
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do not share the feelings of those opposed to Jim Crow such

as Freedom Riders, those involved in integrating public
facilities like Woolworth’s lunch counter today. Returning to
Love Sick:
Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder

Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true? I think of you
And I wonder
“Sometimes the silence” sometimes the protests of the AIDS

activists; “SILENCE=DEATH” was the motto of the AIDS
activist group ACT UP “can be like the thunder” can be
devastating, almost like an attack with nuclear weapons
“Sometimes I wanna take to the road” sometimes I want to do
a tour “and plunder” and join them in their illegal
demonstrations, although it would be more like a blunder
“Could you ever be true?” would his fans still be loyal to Bob
Dylan if they found out he was HIV Positive? “I think of you /
And I wonder?” when I think about the base mentality of my
fans and the stigmata attached to AIDS I wonder if coming
forward would destroy my career?
CAN’T WAIT 1997
Skies are grey, I'm looking for anything that will bring a happy
glow
Night or day, it doesn't matter where I go anymore; I just go
If I ever saw you coming I don't know what I would do
I'd like to think I could control myself, but it isn't true
That's how it is when things disintegrate
And I don't know how much longer I can wait
“Skies are grey” the best I can hope for is not to feel good, but
to not feel bad, to be in a grey area “I'm looking for anything
that will bring a happy glow” I want to experience a feeling of
well-being and happiness, as from glowing good health “Night
or day, it doesn't matter where I go anymore; I just go” I have
become incontinent and urinate on myself “If I ever saw you
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coming I don't know what I would do I'd like to think I could

control myself, but it isn't true” if I were to see death coming I
probably would shit in my pants “That's how it is when things
disintegrate” that’s what happens when decomposition sets in:
decaying caused by a bacterial or fungal action “And I don't
know how much longer I can wait” and I don’t know how much
longer I can wait for a cure.
I'm your man; I'm trying to recover the sweet love that we
knew
You understand that my heart can't go on beating without you
Well, your loveliness has wounded me, I'm reeling from the
blow
I wish I knew what it was keeps me loving you so
I'm breathing hard, standing at the gate
But I don't know how much longer I can wait
“I'm your man” I am your servant, I am beholden to you “man”

as in Blowin in the Wind, “before you call him a man.” “I'm
tryin' to recover the sweet love that we knew” I am trying to
recover, regain a very pleasing normal and usual condition, as
of health “You understand that my heart can't go on beatin'
without you” you understand the HIV virus will be with me until
the day I die “Well your loveliness has wounded me” well a
beautiful person, a woman has caused physical damage to my
body by accident or infection “I'm reelin' from the blow” I’ve
been hit hard, almost knocked out “I wish I knew what it was
keeps me loving you so” I wish I knew the truth about you “I'm
breathing hard” I am panting, longing demonstratively;
yearning “standing at the gate” waiting, enduring suffering, so I
can be first in line for the cure “But I don't know how much
longer I can wait.”
I'm doomed to love you, I've been rolling through stormy

weather
I'm thinking of you and all the places we could roam together
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
Oh, honey, after all these years you're still the one
While I'm strolling through the lonely graveyard of my mind
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I left my life with you somewhere back there along the line
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
But I don't know how much longer I can wait.
“I'm doomed to love you” the truth of the matter is that you are
a terminal disease “I've been rolling” I’ve been gaining
momentum “through stormy weather” though the violent
outburst that is the prevailing trend of my illness “I'm thinking
of you” my mind is on my disease “and all the places we could
roam together” and all the places we can wander in search of
a cure “It's mighty funny” super sarcastic “the end of time has
just begun” the end of life started when I became infected “Oh,
honey, after all these years you're still the one” Oh, honey
after the incubation period I discovered you were the one
“While I'm strolling” while I’m seeking a sexual partner, the
stroll is an area frequented by prostitutes “through the lonely
graveyard of my mind” through a place where worn-out or
obsolete memories are kept, such as those of my former
sexual escapades “I left my life with you somewhere back
there along the line” I left my life with you when the HIV virus
was passed down the line to me “I thought somehow that I
would be spared this fate” understated, the fact I would get an
STD of this nature could never have even occurred to me.
“But I don't know how much longer I can wait” but I don't know
how much longer I can wait for a cure.
STILL A MILLION MILES FROM YOU 1997
You took a part of me that I really miss

I keep asking myself how long it can go on like this
You told yourself a lie; that's all right mama, I told myself one
too
I'm trying to get closer but I'm still a million miles from you
“You took a part of me that I really miss” HIV took with it a part
of me, my White Blood Cells, that was essential to my well
being “I keep asking myself how long it can go on like this” I
wonder if death is a better alternative than living with HIV “You
told yourself a lie” you told yourself that you could kill me
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“that's all right mama, I told myself one too” that's all right
mama, I told myself I could eradicate the virus and be cured
so we are even “I'm trying to get closer but I'm still a million
miles from you” I am trying to destroy you but it is a long way
off.
You took the silver, you took the gold

You left me standing out in the cold
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
Well I'm trying to get closer, but I'm still a million miles from
you
“You took the silver, you took the gold” you took all the
information about yourself “You left me standing out in the
cold” you left me to continue not being informed about what is
happening or has happened; you left me waiting, susceptible
to viral infections such as the common cold “People ask about
you” people ask what it is like to live with HIV “I didn't tell them
everything I knew” but I spared them the gory details “Well I'm
trying to get closer, but I'm still a million miles from you.”
I'm drifting in and out of dreamless sleep

Throwing all my memories in a ditch so deep
Did so many things I never did intend to do
you
“I'm drifting in and out of dreamless sleep” I am going back

and forth aimlessly between life and death “Throwing all my
memories” trying to rid myself of these experiences “in a ditch
so deep” by wishing I was dead and buried already “Did so
many things I never did intend to do” did so many bitches
even though I that had no design or purpose in mind like
marriage, having children “Well I'm trying to get closer, but I'm
still a million miles from you.”
I need your love so bad, turn your lamp down low

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I need every bit of it for the places that I go

Sometimes I wonder just what it's all coming to
Well I'm tryin' to get closer, but I'm still a million miles from you
“I need your love so bad” I need to find out the truth about the
HIV virus “turn your lamp” turn on a device that generates
therapeutic radiation “down low” on me “I need every bit of it” I
need all the therapy you can provide “for the places that I go”
for the illness I am susceptible to or acquire “Sometimes I
wonder just what it's all coming to / Well I'm tryin' to get closer,
but I'm still a million miles from you.” This poem also has
overtones of the divorce from Sara such as you took the silver
– the silverware – you told the public everything you knew
about me during our divorce etc.
DYLAN’S HIV BECOMES FULL BLOWN AIDS AND AS A

RESULT HE CONTRACTS DISSEMINATED
HISTOPLASMOSIS
Shortly after recording the preceding series of poems Dylan

was hospitalized in London on my 52nd birthday May 26,
1997, with disseminated histoplasmosis, a disease that often
afflicts AIDS patients with CD4 cell counts below 100/mm3.
Bobby came very close to death. Histoplasmosis is an
infectious disease caused by inhaling the microscopic spores
of the fungus Histoplasma capsulatum. This sometimes fatal
opportunistic infection comes from contact with dry bird
droppings - just a walk on the street could do it! Bob’s office
said he contracted the disease after he had played shows in
Muncie, Indiana on April 29, 1997, in Evansville, Indiana on
May 1, 1997 and in Tennessee on May 2, 1997, rural areas
where this disease might emerge from. But assuming you
were not actually working on a chicken farm eight hours or
more a day most people with disseminated histoplasmosis
also have HIV. Had he contracted it from a chicken plucking
Dylan fan he would not have gotten it in its worst form, as the
disease exists in three types; Acute or primary histoplasmosis
that causes flu-like symptoms. Most people who are infected
recover from it without medical intervention. Chronic
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histoplasmosis is the second type. It primarily affects the lungs

and can be fatal. Finally disseminated histoplasmosis affects
many organ systems in the body but primarily the heart and is
often fatal, especially to people with acquired
immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS). Dylan recalled this near
fatal episode in Cross the Green Mountain 2002.
A letter to mother came today

Gunshot wound to the breast is what it did say
But he'll be better soon
He's in a hospital bed
But he'll never be better
He's already dead
“A letter to mother came today” a newspaper article was

written about me today “Gunshot wound to the breast is what
it did say” it said I had a disease, a fungus growing on my
heart “But he'll be better soon” but he is recovering “He's in a
hospital bed” he is receiving the best of medical care “But he'll
never be better” but even if he recovers from this he will never
be fully cured “He's already dead” because Bob Dylan is a
walking Deadman, just as he had described and cursed the
Jewish nation in Deadman, Deadman. In Numbers 24:9, it’s
written, “Blessed is everyone who blesses you [the Jewish
nation], and cursed is everyone who curses you.”
MISSISSIPPI 2001
Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees

Feeling like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too
“Walking through the leaves” studying the pages of books

“falling from the trees” written about my poetry “Feeling like a
stranger nobody sees” feeling like someone new to the world
of literature “So many things that we never will undo” so many
meaningful poems that will never be undone, translated “I
know you're sorry” I know you are a pretty sorry bunch of
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writers “I'm sorry too” and I am also unhappy that this is where
it’s at.
Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast

I'm drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free
I've got nothin' but affection for all those who've sailed with me
“Well my ship's” my fortune “been split” been divided up “to

splinters” to those I have discontinued an association or
relationship with; gone different ways and “it's sinking fast” it is
sinking to a new low. Dylan did not have enough cash on hand
to pay both of his divorce settlements and had to create trust
deeds for Sara and Carolyn. “I'm drownin' in the poison, got no
future, got no past” I have contracted a deadly disease and
the future and the past both look bleak “But my heart is not
weary” but my interest, forbearance, and indulgence has not
worn out “it's light and it's free” totally sarcastic, just the
opposite is true “I've got nothin' but affection for all those
who've sailed with me” more sarcasm, I love my ex-wives who
sailed through our relationships without a hitch.
WHO SAYS I CAN'T GET HEAVENLY AIDS?
It's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying

Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire's gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?
“It's bright” it’s hopeful “bright” as in ‘he has a bright future’ “in
the heavens” in the heavens but not here on earth “and the
wheels are flying” and the big wheels of science are working
diligently “Fame and honor never seem to fade” because they
wish to be awarded a Nobel Prizes for their work “The fire's
gone out” the most destructive part of the disease is under
control “but the light is never dying” however the HIV virus, like
glowing embers, still circulates within Dylan’s bloodstream and
for all he knows suddenly certain tell tale signs appear and
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HIV is AIDS, “Who says I can't get heavenly aid?” even

through the HIV virus is under control it can still become the
AIDS virus at any moment. Alternate version of Can’t Wait
1997, “My hands are cold / The end of time has just begun /
I'm getting old / Anything can happen now to anyone.”
In a conversation with the late Lord Oliver Isaac Foot in 2006

Oliver told me he had been Dylan’s close friend for decades
without informing me of this fact. He said he had spoken to
Bob a few days ago and that Dylan did not hate me but was
still unhappy about my forcing him to leave Greenwich Village,
going through his trash etc. I told him that it was foolish of
Dylan to dredge this stuff up like a mantra when he had other
things to worry about, such as being HIV Positive. Foot
responded, “I know and it’s a shame.” But how does Dylan go
on tour so often if he is HIV Positive?
Dylan travels mostly in the summer or spring, in a gigantic

customized bus. The band is accommodated in another bus,
and he only sees them on stage. Dylan sits at the piano for
most concerts and he takes a one month break during his
touring season. In 2009 neighbors complained about the
stench coming from a portable toilet situated on the perimeter
of Dylan’s Malibu home, which Dylan insists his guards use.
Dylan did not want the guards bringing infections in his midst.
If you examine Dylan’s handwriting in some of the books
where he has provided exemplars, there has been a marked
deterioration to the point where it has become illegible.
On Thursday July 23, 2009 Patrolwoman Kristie Buble

responded to a 5 p.m. call at Franklin Avenue and Third
Avenue in Long Branch, New Jersey where she found a
shabbily dressed man looking into a house in the midst of a
pouring rain. “We got a call for a suspicious person. I said
what are you doing in the neighborhood, he said he was
looking at a house for sale. I asked him who he was and he
said ‘I'm Bob Dylan.’ He was wearing black sweatpants tucked
into black rain boots, and two raincoats with the hood pulled
down over his head.” Dylan had wandered three miles away
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from The Ocean Beach Resort and Spa into the yard of a
home that had a “For Sale” sign on it. The home's occupants
became spooked by his appearance and called police with a
report of an “eccentric-looking old man” in their yard. One of
the occupants followed Dylan as he continued on down the
street. “We see a lot of people on our beat, and I wasn't sure if
he came from one of our hospitals or something?”
Patrolwoman Buble called for backup and asked for
identification, but Dylan had none. “He was acting very
suspicious,” Buble said “Not delusional, just suspicious. You
know, it was pouring rain and everything. He asked me if I
could drive him back to the neighborhood after I verified who
he was, which made me even more suspicious.” Psychosis
can be induced by Decreased CD4+ T Cell and High Viral
Load in an HIV infection. Anti-retroviral drugs can induce
temporary psychosis. Could Dylan have thought he was in
Crown Heights on Franklin Avenue and was looking for a shul
to daven mincha in? This was not the first time Dylan was
mistaken for a homeless person. New York Magazine reported
that while he was recording Time Out Of Mind, taped in
January 1997 and released on September 30, 1997, he was
almost barred from a posh hotel due his disheveled
appearance. No one in the mainstream media attributed
Dylan’s Big Adventure in Long Branch, New Jersey to the side
effects of an anti-viral drug or long term mental deterioration
due to HIV/AIDS.
In 2010 it was time for Dylan to give the Devil his due. In 1961
he had written What You Gonna Do? seemingly to journalists
but it might also be applied to himself.
Tell me what you're gonna do

When the devil calls your cards.
O Lord, O Lord,
What shall you do?
THE IDIOT WIND
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There is no doubt that the Dylan/Weberman association is

unprecedented in literary history. It all started in September
1962 when my parents had me shipped out of New York City
to Michigan State University in East Lansing, Michigan, to get
me away from the bad influences I had cultivated at Erasmus
Hall High School in Brooklyn, New York. My mom Sara
Weberman discovered roaches under my bed and knew I was
smoking pot. I received a warm welcome at MSU, when the
first thing I did there was start playing my bongo drums and
reciting beat poetry. Then I disassembled my bed and put my
mattress on the floor, like in a beatnik pad I saw on the
Armstrong Circle Theatre TV production of Raid In Beatnik
Town, where cops dressed up like beatniks, let their beard
grow and made buys of marijuana. That was how the word
“fuzz” as slang for undercover cop arose. At MSU I associated
with folknicks Larry Kopp and Doug Messenger. We would sit
around and sing Woody Guthrie and Cisco Houston songs.
One night, while in the common room, these guys told me,
"Weberman, there's this folksinger in Greenwich Village
named Bob Dylan who looks just like you." Like me? Kinky
hair? Hook nose? Skinny Jew? They gave me Dylan's first LP,
CL1776, entitled Bob Dylan and said they would introduce me
to Dylan at Gerdes Folk City, when we got back to New York
City. The night my friends took me over to Gerdes, Dylan was
gone. I often wonder if my life might have been different had
Dylan been there that night?
I first began to decode Dylan in the fall of 1966 when Irvin

Dana Beal and I dropped acid and realized there was sub-
content in Dylan’s poetry. In mid 1967 the first article about
Dylanology appeared in the Queens College school
newspaper. It was written by Larry “Ratzo” Sloman who later
became part of Dylan’s entourage. An article about
Dylanology appeared in the July/August 1968 issue of the
highly respected Broadside Magazine, the first periodical to
publish Dylan’s lyrics. By the winter of 1969 I had typed up a
manuscript that Rolling Stone publisher Jann Wenner wanted
to copy so that his buddy Bobby Dylan could see it. In
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November 1969 after reading my articles in the underground

weekly the East Village Other Bob told Wenner,
“I bet that Weberman’s a hard working fellow, though. I bet he

really does a good job if he could find something to do, but it’s
too bad it’s just my songs, ‘cause I don’t know if there’s
enough material in my songs to sustain someone who is really
out to do a big job. You understand what I mean? I mean a
fellow like that would be better off writing about Tolstoy, or
Dostoevsky or Freud …doing a really big analysis of
somebody who has countless volumes of writings. But here’s
me, just a few records out. Somebody devoting so much time
to those records when there’s such a wealth of material that
hasn’t even been heard or read; that escapes me. Does it
escape you? I understand putting time into it, but I read this, in
this East Village Other: I read it…and it was clever. And I got a
kick out of reading it on some level, but I don’t want to think
anybody was taking it too seriously. You follow me?”
Circa 1970 I ran a series of operations against Dylan as my

writing was not enough to scourge, what appeared to me to be
the Devil, from his soul. I went through his garbage, formed
the Dylan Liberation Front, took my Dylan class on a field trip
to his townhouse then brought thousands of people there for a
Bob Dylan Thirtieth Birthday Party, forced him to leave
Greenwich Village, put his wife’s picture in Screw Magazine,
sent the Palestinian Liberation Front after him for supporting
Israel, confronted his wife about why she was uptight about
her garbage when she had voluntarily thrown it out, told
everyone he was a dope fiend, castigated him for not being
part of the anti-Vietnam War Movement, and I recorded a
telephone conversation I had with him then gave the tape to
Folkways Records who released it as an LP. Nothing like this
had happened before in the annals (or anals) of rock and roll
history and nothing like it will ever happen again. That is why
the Dylan-Weberman literary relationship is the legend that
poems are made of.
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In Chronicles Dylan referred to me as a “mythological figure of

the fates” and during a recorded telephone conversation Dylan
said he was going to write a poem about me entitled Pig. He
never recorded Pig but the embedded meanings, the sub-
content of numerous Dylan poems deal with the Dylan /
Weberman episode and events that preceded and followed it;
assuming this were the case wouldn’t I be in the best position
to detect it? Additionally without my translations of the Dylan-
Weberman material all the energy Dylan put into crafting this
poetry would be for naught for no other writer has attempted to
do what I did here. That is why Dylan lets me publish books
like this – he’s interested in how close I am coming to fully
understanding his poetry. You see, it’s not so much Dylan who
hates me, as he knows I am not making shit up about him, it’s
Dylan fans who hate me because they have no idea of what is
going down with their idol and think that I sit around and say to
myself, ‘What kind of B.S. can I make up next about Dylan?’
My knowledge about the life of Bob Dylan is from his poetry.
Dylan knows a lot about me as we shared many mutual
friends. Our relationship has become cinematic thanks the
movie The Ballad of A. J. Weberman, which has won
numerous awards and it was shown on the BBC 4 around the
time of Dylan’s 70th birthday.
In December 1967 Dylan released John Wesley Harding

which contained a poem entitled Dear Landlord. I said, “Holy
shit, this poem is about me and Dylan! How did he find out
about me? The only publicity I had was in a college
newspaper where I was interviewed by Larry Sloman, AKA
Ratso who later turned out to be an agent of Dylan.” Later on I
thought Dear Landlord was about Albert Grossman due to a
remark Dylan made during one of my visits to his studio.
During our telephone conversation Dylan told me that the
song was not about Albert Grossman, “it wasn’t meant for
anybody man; it was an abstract song it sure as Hell wasn’t
meant for you. I was not even aware of you at that time.” “Isn’t
‘landlord’ your symbol for critic?” “No man like I wasn’t aware
of you at that time.” Dylan was aware of what I was up to at
the time. The fact that Dylan wrote this poem tells me he had
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an uncanny ability to sense who would finally be able to

decipher his poetry to some degree or another.
DEAR LANDLORD 1968 (2019)
Dear landlord,
Please don't put a price on my SOUL.
My BURDEN IS HEAVY
My dreams are BEYOND CONTROL.
When that STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS,
I'm gonna give you all I got to give,
And I do hope you receive it well,
Dependin' on the way you feel that you live.
“Dear” sarcastic “Landlord” critic with a leftwing bias, “The

Pawnbroker roared and so did the Landlord” describing how
he was lauded by the Left. “Please don't put a price on my
soul” don’t try to make money from my songs about Blacks
“My burden is heavy” my “burden” the central meaning or
theme of my poetry and its effect, essence, core, gist “is
heavy” is laden with meaning, ponderous, also WHITE MAN’S
BURDEN “My dreams” my songs “are beyond control” are not
only about controlling the Blacks by segregating them but by
re-instituting slavery.
When that STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS When you

realize that my poetry is singing praises of the antebellum
South “I'm gonna give you all I got to give” then you will
understand my meaning. “And I do hope you receive it well”
and I hope you apprecicate it “Dependin' on the way you feel
you live” depending on what you feel about Blacks.
I once thought this poem was a threat but One-Legged Terry

told me Dylan said “Killing Al is like committing suicide. You
think about it a lot but you never do it.”
“Landlord” as leftist critic, She’s Your Lover Now 1971;

The pawnbroker roared
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Also, so, so did the landlord

The scene was so crazy, wasn’t it?
Both were so glad
To watch me destroy what I had
Angel sure brings out the best in people, doesn’t it?
Why didn’t you just leave me if you didn’t want to stay?
Why’d you have to treat me so bad?
Did it have to be that way?
Now you stand here expectin’ me to remember somethin’ you
forgot to say
“The pawnbroker roared” the CPUSA, an entity that makes

people into pawns and uses them thought Dylan was a roaring
success “Also so so did the landlord” and so did the leftwing
critics “The scene was so crazy, wasn't it?” the scenes that I
portrayed in my poetry were foolish or impractical; senseless
“Both were so glad” both the CPUSA and its running dog folk
critics were happy “To watch me destroy what I had” to watch
Dylan take up their cause and contribute to the destruction of
freedom in America “Angel” a political guiding influence;
watching over others “brings out the best in people, doesn't
it?” sarcastic, it brings out the worst in people doesn’t it? “Why
didn't you just leave me if you didn't want to stay?” why didn’t
you just not show up at my concerts if you didn’t dig the new
Dylan? “Why'd you have to treat me so bad?” why did you
have to disrupt my concerts; Sooner or Later One Of Us Must
Know 1966, to his folk fans sarcastically, “I didn’t mean to treat
you so bad” “Did it have to be that way? / Now you stand here”
now you take a political stand here “expectin' me to remember
somethin' you forgot to say” and you still expect me to
articulate your leftist thoughts? You gotta be kidding?
Tarantula;
“the harmonica battalions of bitter cowards, bones & bygones

while what steadier louder the moans & arms of funeral
landlord with one passionate kiss”
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“the harmonica battalions of bitter cowards” the militant folk

musicians afraid to enter the mainstream “bones & bygones”
clinging to remnants of the past “while steadier” while free
from change, variation, or fluctuation; uniform “louder”
clamorous and insistent “the moans” the complaints, the
reviews “& arms” and powers “of funeral” deadly “landlord”
leftwing folk critics “with one passionate kiss” who can kill your
career with one passionately bad review.
Dear landlord
Please heed these words that I speak.
I know you've suffered much
But in this you are not so unique.
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch.
“Dear” sarcastic “landlord” Weberman “Please heed” please

pay close attention to a warning “these words that I speak”
that I am about to issue. You know the old saying Al, a word to
the wise is sufficient. “I know you've suffered much” I
understand that you were busted at Michigan State University
in 1964 for selling pot and endured a lot of hardship “But in
this you are not so unique” but in the drug world it is par for
the course “All of us” sarcastic: just me “at times,” more
sarcasm only once and a while, there is no compulsive
behavior involved “we might work too hard” sarcastic my
poetry might be just a tad to difficult to resolve, accomplish, or
finish “To have it too fast” to make some fast money “and too
much” and a lot of it “And anyone can fill his life up” and
anyone can fill a void in his life “With things” with poems “he
can see” he can read “but he just cannot touch” but just
cannot translate properly nor express their true value, or even
come close to equaling and touching their greatness.
Dear landlord,
Please don't dismiss my case.
I'm not about to argue,
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I'm not about to move to no other place.

Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if you don't underestimate me,
I won't underestimate you.
“Dear landlord, Please don't dismiss my case” Weberman

don’t summarily dismiss the arguments I make in favor of
conservatism “I'm not about to argue” I am not about to put
forth reasons for or against; debate politics with you “I'm not
about to move to no other place” I am not about to be moved
to some other place on the political spectrum. “Now, each of
us has his own special gift” now you have a gift for translating
poetry and I have a gift for writing it “And you know this was
meant to be true” and God made things this way “And if you
don't underestimate me” and if you don’t underestimate the
depth and profundity of my poetry “I won't underestimate you”
I won’t underestimate your ability to translate it into prose.
In December 1967 Dylan released Dear Landlord. During our

telephone conversation Dylan told me that the song was not
about Albert Grossman, “it wasn’t meant for anybody man, it
was an abstract song it sure as hell wasn’t meant for you. I
was not even aware of you at that time.” “Isn’t ‘landlord’ your
symbol for critic?” “No man like I wasn’t aware of you at that
time.” Dylan could have heard about me through people we
knew in common or perhaps he read Ratzo’s interview? Ratzo
called me on a daily basis back then, to check on the progress
of the Dylan Liberation Front. One night he said he ran into
Dylan on West 8th Street and he told Dylan he was tight with
me. He said that Dylan gave him his phone number and told
him that people approach him and offer to beat up Weberman,
but he tells them not to do it. Because I underestimated
Dylan’s ability to collect intelligence on me for decades, and
did not realize that Dylan had an uncanny ability to sense who
would finally decipher his poetry, the meaning of Dear
Landlord eluded me.
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DEAR LANDLORD 1968 EARLY TRANSLATION
Dear landlord,
Please don’t put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy
My dreams are beyond control.
When that steamboat whistle blows, I’m gonna give you all I
got to give,
And I do hope you receive it well,
Dependin’ on the way you feel that you live.
“Dear Landlord, Please don’t put a price on my soul” dear

Leftwing critic please don’t appraise; evaluate, in an official
capacity my poetry “My burden is heavy” my “burden” the
central meaning or theme of my poetry and its effect, essence,
core, gist “is heavy” is laden with meaning, ponderous, “My
dreams” my ideals, my aspirations for America “are beyond
control” are beyond singing the praises of totalitarianism,
authoritarianism “control” “When that steamboat whistle blows”
when I come to the end of my career and I decide to blow the
whistle on myself “I’m gonna give you all I got to give” I am
going to write a biography which will provide enough clues so
that you can decipher my poetry “And I do hope you receive it
well” and I do hope the book is well received by you and by
other critics “Dependin’” determined, conditioned, and
contingent “on the way you feel” if you have an intuitive
awareness and natural ability; ‘has a feel for deciphering
codes’ “you live” and you are still alive by that time. Thirty-
seven years later Dylan published his autobiography,
Chronicles 2005, the book made reference to in Dear
Landlord. Pretty spooky.
“Landlord” as Leftwing critic, She’s Your Lover Now 1971;

“The pawnbroker roared” the CPUSA, an entity that makes
people into pawns and uses them thought Dylan was a roaring
success “Also so did the landlord” and so did the Leftwing
critics “The scene was so crazy, wasn’t it?” the scenes that I
portrayed in my poetry were foolish or impractical; senseless
“Both were so glad” both the CPUSA and its running dog folk
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critics were happy “To watch me destroy what I had” to watch

Dylan take up their cause and contribute to the destruction of
freedom in America “Angel” a political guiding influence;
watching over others “brings out the best in people, doesn’t
it?” sarcastic, it brings out the worst in people doesn’t it? “Why
didn’t you just leave me if you didn’t want to stay?” why didn’t
you just not show up at my concerts if you didn’t dig the new
Dylan “Why’d you have to treat me so bad?” why did you have
to disrupt my concerts; Sooner or Later One Of Us Must Know
1966, to his folk fans sarcastically, “I didn’t mean to treat you
so bad” “Did it have to be that way? / Now you stand here”
now you take a political stand here “expectin’ me to remember
somethin’ you forgot to say” and you still expect me to
articulate your Leftwing thoughts? You gotta be kidding?
Tarantula; “the harmonica battalions of bitter cowards” the
militant folk musicians afraid to enter the mainstream “bones &
bygones” clinging to remnants of the past “while steadier”
while free from change, variation, or fluctuation; uniform
“louder” clamorous and insistent “the moans” the complaints,
the reviews “& arms” and powers “of funeral” deadly “landlord”
Leftwing folk critics “with one passionate kiss” who can kill
your career with one passionately bad review.
Dear landlord
Please heed these words that I speak.
I know you’ve suffered much
But in this you are not so unique.
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch.
“Dear landlord / Please heed” Dear Leftwing folk critic please

pay close attention to a warning “these words that I speak”
that I am about to issue “I know you’ve suffered much” I
understand that you were busted at Michigan State University
in 1964 for selling pot and endured a lot of hardship “But in
this you are not so unique” but in this world of drugs it is par
for the course “All of us, at times, we might” both of us on
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certain special occasions we might “work too hard” proceed

and progress slowly and laboriously “To have it too fast” to do
something that would be far ahead of its time “fast” indicating
a time somewhat ahead of the actual time “and too much” that
would be something great and remarkable “And anyone can
fill his life up” but anyone with an empty creative life can
compensate for it by filling his life up “With things” with poems
“he can see” he can read “but he just cannot touch” but just
cannot translate properly nor express their true value, or even
come close to equaling and touching their greatness.
Dear landlord,
Please don’t dismiss my case. I’m not about to argue,
I’m not about to move to no other place.
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if you don’t underestimate me,
I won’t underestimate you.
“Dear landlord, Please don’t dismiss my case” don’t

summarily dismiss the arguments I make in favor of
conservatism “I’m not about to argue” I am not about to put
forth reasons for or against; debate politics with you “I’m not
about to move to no other place” I am not about to be moved
to some other place on the political spectrum. “Now, each of
us has his own special gift” now you have a gift for translating
poetry and I have a gift for writing it “And you know this was
meant to be true” and God made things this way “And if you
don’t underestimate me” and if you don’t underestimate the
depth and profundity of my poetry “I won’t underestimate you”
I won’t underestimate your ability to translate it into prose.
After reading my articles in the underground weekly the East
Village Other Dylan decided that Weberman might actually
have some minor redeeming literary value and in November
1969 he told Jann Wenner, “I bet that Weberman’s a hard
working fellow, though.” Dear Landlord, “all of us at times we
might work too hard” “I bet he really does a good job if he
could find something to do, but it’s too bad it’s just my songs,
‘cause I don’t know if there’s enough material in my songs to
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sustain someone who is really out to do a big job. You

understand what I mean? I mean a fellow like that would be
better off writing about Tolstoy, or Dostoevsky or
Freud…doing a really big analysis of somebody who has
countless volumes of writings. But here’s me, just a few
records out. Somebody devoting so much time to those
records when there’s such a wealth of material that hasn’t
even been heard or read; that escapes me. Does it escape
you?” how can I translate material that has not been heard or
read? This escapes me. “I understand putting time into it, but I
read this, in this East Village Other: I read it…and it was
clever. And I got a kick out of reading it on some level, but I
don’t want to think anybody was taking it too seriously. You
follow me?” In 1969 Dylan dug me “on some level” since he
failed to realize what a nightmare I would turn into however he
didn’t want me translating his poetry and putting it in book
form so he wrote…
In 1969 in Nashville Skyline Dylan wrote that he didn’t want

me translating his poetry and putting it in book form…
THE DYLANOLOGY CLASS FIELD TRIP
I needed to recruit soldiers for the Dylan Liberation Front so I

took over a class on Bob Dylan’s poetry offered at the
Alternate University of Manhattan and turned it into
Dylanology 101. My class took place at a loft on 14th Street
and Sixth Avenue. One evening I took the entire class, maybe
50 people, on a “field trip” to 94 MacDougal Street, right in the
heart of Greenwich Village where Dylan’s crib was located.
Folklore Center owner Izzy Young had ratted him out. Dylan
scurried out from an adjoining building and approached the
crowd as I lectured them on what a piece of doody he was.
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Dylan approached me and said, “Al, why’d ya bring all these

people around my house for?” I told him that it was a field trip
for my Dylan class but in reality it was a demonstration against
all he had come to stand for in the rock world. I said that he
refused speak out and act against the war in Vietnam because
he was afraid of being busted for doing dugi. Dylan escorted
me around the block to the steps of his studio on Houston
Street, rolled up his sleeves and said, “No tracks man.” At this
time in his life Dylan was snorting smack on weekends, trying
to avoid addiction. When he had used needles he didn’t use
dull ones that left tracks, Dylan was a gentleman junkie.
Doctor Arlen and his wife from The Free Clinic on Saint Marks
Place went swimming with Dylan and examined his entire
body (other than his privates) for tracks. No tracks.
One of my rebellious students tried to interrupt the

conservation I was having with Bob so I grabbed him by his
collar and pushed him away. Dylan realized I would make a
good bodyguard. I told Dylan, ‘You better quit messin’ around
with smack or you gonna end up another accident statistic’.
Dylan hated my communistic guts from the get go, however,
by bringing it all back home I was really starting to get in his
hair, scaring his son Jesse who was playing with his blocks in
the window when I brought the lynch mob around. In Went to
See the Gypsy 1970 Dylan recalled his first major encounter
with A. J. Weberman Minister of Defense of the Dylan
Liberation Front.
WENT TO SEE THE GYPSY 1970
Went to see the gypsy

Stayin' in a big hotel.
He smiled when he saw me coming
And he said, "Well, well, well."
“Went to see the gypsy” went to see a criminal, a Black lovin’

commie “Stayin' in a big hotel” who had adopted a far leftist-
revolutionary position in life “He smiled when he saw me
coming” Weberman was pleased that he had gotten my
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attention “And he said, “Well, well, well” isn’t this a remarkable

turn of events? Or Mr. Livingston I presume. “Hotel” as
position in life, Dirge 1974:
I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel
I hate myself for loving you and I'm glad the curtain fell.
“I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed”
I hate myself for taking up the cause of the Left and the moral
weakness that it showed “You were just a painted face” you
were just a whore, a harlot as in Jokerman “take the
motherless children off the street and place them at the feet of
a harlot” “on a trip down to suicide road” on a course in life
that would have destroyed me, where I would have ended up
taking my own life “The stage was set” a level, degree, or
period of time in the course of a process had been pre-
determined “the lights went out all around the old hotel” the
lights as one's individual opinions, choices, or standards:
acted according to their own lights all around that previous
station in life “I hate myself for loving you and I'm glad the
curtain fell” I hate myself for loving you and I am glad I no
longer have to be a shill for the Iron Curtain countries.
Returning to Went To See The Gypsy:
His room was dark and crowded

Lights were low and dim.
"How are you?" he said to me
I said it back to him.
“His room was dark” Weberman’s life was lacking

enlightenment, knowledge, or culture “and crowded” and was
filled to such an extent with my words as to be detrimental to
me “Lights” prominent or distinguished persons; luminary
“were low” were inferior in culture or status “and dim” Slang:
dull; dimwitted “‘How are you?’ he said to me” I hate people
like you he said to me “I said it back to him.” I hate you too
man.
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“How are you?” as I hate you; to his former folk fans Positively
Fourth Street 1965,
You see me on the street

You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it
When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it
“You see me on the street” you see me on MacDougal Street

“you always act surprised / You say hello how are you but you
don’t mean it / When you know as well as me you’d rather see
me paralyzed” when you really hate me and want to see me
stuck in the folk rut forever “Why don’t you just come out once
and scream it?” Went To See The Gypsy continues:
I went down to the lobby

To make a small call out.
A pretty dancing girl was there,
And she began to shout,
"Go on back to see the gypsy.
He can move you from the rear
Drive you from your fear,
Bring you through the mirror.
He did it in Las Vegas
And he can do it here."
“I went down to the lobby” I went outside to see a group of

people who were trying actively to influence me, a pressure
group “To make a small call out” to face a minor challenge “A
pretty dancing girl was there” a pretty wasted dude was there
“And she began to shout” “shout” as protest, Ballad of a Thin
Man 1966, “You see this one eyed midget shouting the word
now.” “Go on back to see the gypsy” Go on back to being the
old Dylan I knew and loved “He can move you from the rear”
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doing this can propel you from the rear to the vanguard of the
revolution, also doing this can get you fucked up the ass
“Drive you” force you “from your fear” from your fear of the
narcs “Bring you through the mirror” take you to a country
worthy of imitation. “He did it in Las Vegas” sarcastic; he did it
in Moscow “And he can do it here" and it could happen here.
Outside the lights were shining

On the river of tears
I watched them from the distance
With music in my ears.
“Outside” outside my home in the Village “lights” sarcastic:

prominent and distinguished people; luminaries “were shining”
were distinguishing themselves in an activity or a field “On the
river of tears” by exploiting an abundant amount of negative
emotion that existed towards me “I watched them from the
distance” I watched the crowd that had this disagreement with
me “distance” difference; Ring Them Bells 1989 “And they're
breaking down the distance between right and wrong” “With
music in my ears” and faced the music, faced the
consequences of having a loose cannon like A. J. Weberman
operational.
I went back to see the gypsy
It was nearly early dawn.
The gypsy's door was open wide
But the gypsy was gone
And that pretty dancing girl
She could not be found.
So I watched that sun come rising
From that little Minnesota town.
“I went back to see the gypsy” so I decided that I had better

co-opt Weberman before this nut job could do some serious
damage. That was why when I returned home that night Dylan
telephoned me “It was nearly early dawn” it marked an
opening time period in our relationship “The gypsy's door was
open wide” Dylan opened the door of opportunity to me to
become one of his entourage; at least until he determined I
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was no longer a threat. He offered me a job as his chauffer

and bodyguard. Later he said I could become his prompter.
Paul Simon, You Can Call Me Al, 1986, “If you'll be my
bodyguard / I can be your long lost pal / I can call you Betty /
And Betty when you call me / You can call me Al” “But the
gypsy was gone” “gone” Slang in an exhilarated state, as
through music or the use of drugs real gone. Weberman was
out there - a real nut job. I told Dylan that he was just trying to
co-opt me so that I would get off his case about the genocide
going down in Vietnam and his heroin addiction “And that
pretty” sitting pretty Informal: well placed or established
financially, socially, etc. “dancing girl” singing superstar “She
could not be found” she could not establish a foundation or
basis for a relationship that would co-opt A. J. Weberman “So
I watched that sun” so I watched that son-of-a-bitch - so I
watched that person whose actions and opinions strongly
influence the course of events A. J. Weberman “come rising”
increase in popularity “from that little Minnesota town” as if I
was as powerless as I was when I arrived in New York City
from Hibbing.
Dylan said I could bop by his studio. I dropped a few caffeine

pills before truckin’ the ten blocks to Bob’s Houston Street
storefront. In Chronicles Dylan recalled the times we hung out
together by depicting me as “Balzac.”
“Balzac was pretty funny. His philosophy is plain and simple,

says basically that pure materialism is a recipe for madness.
The only true knowledge for Balzac seems to be in
superstition. Everything is subject to analysis. Horde your
energy. That's the secret of life. You can learn a lot from Mr.
B. It's funny to have him as a companion. He wears a monk's
robe and drinks endless cups of coffee. Too much sleep clogs
up his mind. One of his teeth falls out, and he says, "What
does this mean?" He questions everything. His clothes catch
fire on a candle. He wonders if fire is a good sign. Balzac is
hilarious.”
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“Balzac was pretty” Weberman was to a fair degree;

moderately “funny” strangely or suspiciously odd; curious “His
philosophy is plain and simple, says basically that pure
materialism” his philosophy is plain and simple, says basically
that pure heroin “is a recipe for madness” is a way to cook up
insanity “The only true knowledge for Balzac seems to be in
superstition” the only true knowledge for Weberman seems to
be in the false religion of Communism “Everything is subject to
analysis.” Al viewed everything through a Marxist perspective
“Horde your energy” devote your life to a great number of
savage and uncivilized people in the Third World, horde
versus hoard. “That's the secret of life” sarcastic; “You can
learn a lot from Mr. B.” more sarcasm; you can’t learn a thing
from this moron. “It's funny” it is odd, out of character for me
“to have him as a companion” to have him as someone to
hang out with. “He wears a monk's robe” he dresses in the
same denim jeans and work shirts “and drinks endless cups of
coffee” and he drops caffeine pills before he comes by “Too
much sleep clogs up his mind” too much marijuana clogs up
his mind “One of his teeth falls out” if one of the people he
uses against me falls out of line “and he says, ‘What does this
mean?’” what is the ultimate significance of this development?
Why did Jerry Rubin, David Peel, John and Yoko write that
letter to the Village Voice denouncing me? “He questions
everything. His clothes” his words “catch fire” become the
subject of great interest and widespread enthusiasm,
‘Garbology and Dylanology caught fire all over the country’ “on
a candle” on the hope that Dylan would return to being a
ostensible left-winger “He wonders if fire” he wonders if being
exposed and subjected to critical attack and censure “is a
good sign” is a sign of doing something new, doing something
right, doing something that goes against the grain “Balzac is
hilarious” overstatement. Weberman is one of the biggest
drags I have come across in life.
However you cut it, Dylan never met anyone like me before, a
dude who was unwilling to kiss his ass and told it like it was
right to his face no matter what might be the consequences.
Despite Dylan’s bitter recollections we like did a routine where
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I would like narrate the different parts of Dylan’s life and Dylan
would play the appropriate music! I told Dylan about my
summer of 1963 trip to Progresso, a small village in the
Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico where I lived like a Third World
peasant for about a month with a former bracero; a migrant
farm worker. Dylan said, “Al, let’s write a song about this and
we will split the royalties. Just tell me what happened to you
and I’ll do the writing” I said, “You gotta convince Americans
through this song that they sound support wars of national
liberation.” The next time I saw him Dylan picks up his guitar
and starts to sing, “Down in Progresso a bracero lived in a
sombrero full of espresso” along with other, what to me at the
time were seemingly incomprehensible lines. I said, “What is
this? It makes no sense?” Dylan said, “That’s my thing, Al.”
Later I discovered that sombrero was a word Dylan used to
represent something else in his poetry and that on a
subcontextual level his poem made sense.
We hung out facing the storefront window overlooking

Houston Street. You can read about our interaction in Jann
Wenner’s Bob Dylan: The Essential Interviews or listen to the
Dylan-Weberman telephone conversation on the Internet or
read the entire transcript in this book. There was only one very
minor problem with the Dylan/Weberman visits, probably not
even worth mentioning. As dusk fell on Houston Street Dylan
let the studio grow dark. By this time I was crashing from the
caffeine pills I had popped. Then, in the gray, spooky, twilight
Dylan said,
Al you’re not going to get into my life because if you do I

might gain a soul.
I suspected that this guy had the Devil living inside of him and
might gain my soul after he killed me. Heavens to Betsey, Bob
Dylan was threatening to have me murdered. I asked Dylan
about this during the Weberman / Dylan Telephone
Conversation,
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“Those two sentences, I don’t get them at all. I don’t

understand them even, well that’s shit those last two
sentences. I don’t think I said that. I don’t understand that do
you? Why don’t you take it out of your article and look at it in a
number of ways and roll it around awhile and when you know
what it means why don’t you tell me and let’s see if it’s worth
putting in an article. Is that fair? I don’t know what it means
man. I know that’s what happened but that ain’t what
happened that last sentence don’t end any article you know
that. That didn’t happen like that; I remember saying
something like that but it didn’t have anything to do with how
you are using it, you are just taking it out of context you
(unintelligible) look company.”
I asked Dylan if he wanted me to put it back in context. I say,

‘Is that a threat, are you going to kill me?’” and you say ‘No I
am not but I know people who can kill you.’ Dylan said this
with faux emotion in his voice,
Oh no man, no. What does that mean [I might gain a soul] that
leaves me cold man, ah that doesn’t even sound like me.
‘Gain a soul?’ What could that mean?
Psycho! I told Bob he should stand behind things that he says.
“Yeah man but that was taken right outta, right outta I do stand
behind most of what I say but I mean a lot of times you just
say stuff.” In this next poem Dylan tacitly admits he made a
pact with the Devil. He calls the Devil “the man” -
THE MAN IN ME OCTOBER 1970
The man in me will do nearly any task,

And as for compensation, there's little he would ask.
Take a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.
“The man in me will do nearly any task” the Devil in me will do

anything I ask him to do except if the task involves doing good
because that is where he draws the line “And as for
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compensation” and as for something given as payment for a

service “there's little he would ask” sarcastic; and all the Devil
wants is Dylan’s soul, no big deal, so what if his disembodied
spiritual essence rots eternally in Hell? “Take a woman like
you” takes a scumbag like A. J. Weberman “To get through to
the man in me” to reach the Devil, the murderer in me.
Storm clouds are raging all around my door

I think to myself I might not take it anymore.
Take a woman like your kind
To find the man in me.
“Storm clouds are raging all around my door” heavy dark

clouds presaging rain or a storm are erupting violently around
the perimeter of my home, trouble is brewing due to
Weberman publicizing the fact I like to get high on smack, he
is stirring up hatred against me, it’s the latest rage “I think to
myself I might not take it anymore” I think to myself maybe this
is a good time to stop taking heroin until the heat dies down or
maybe this is the time to have Al whacked and not have to
take his stupid shit anymore “Take a woman like your kind”
take a sick bastard like A. J. Weberman “To find the man in
me” to find the Devil in me.
But, oh, what a wonderful feeling

Just to know that you are near
Sets my a heart a-reeling
From my toes up to my heels.
“But, oh, what a wonderful feeling” but oh what a great high

“Just to know that you are near” just to see that blood rushing
up the droppers neck “Sets my a heart a-reeling” it sets my
innermost being a-dancin’ “From my toes” from my desire to
take drugs “up to my heels” Mr. Tambourine Man 1964, “wait
only for my boot heels to be wanderin.’” I can’t wait to boot up!
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen
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But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some

machine.
Took a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.
“The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen”

the Devil in Dylan will use a cut out to put a contract out on
Weberman, he will remain unseen “But that's just because he
doesn't want to turn into some machine” but that is just
because Dylan doesn’t want to have to turn to Organized
Crime for help in solving the Weberman problem and be
blackmailed for the rest of his life. “Machine” organized group
of people whose members are, or appear to be, under the
control of one or more leaders “Took a woman like you” took a
douche bag nozzle like A. J. Weberman “To get through to the
man in me” to get through to the Devil in me. There you have
it. A poem in which Dylan admits selling his soul to the Devil.
During one of our meetings Dylan said he wanted me to hear
his latest single.
WATCHING THE RIVER FLOW 1971
What's the matter with me,

I don't have much to say,
Daylight sneakin' through the window
And I'm still in this all-night cafe.
Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon
Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow
To sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow.
“What's the matter with me” something has gone wrong, I

might get popped “I don't have much to say” I don’t have much
to say in this matter “Daylight” exposure to public notice: his
heroin addiction was finally brought into the daylight.
“sneakin'” a person who acts in an underhand or cowardly
manner, especially as an informer is sneaking around “through
my window” during an interval of time during which an activity
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must take place, like shooting up “And I'm still in this all-night
café” and I am still using drugs.
Tarantula: “Roger, the owner of Cafe de la All Nite - a spanish

all nite restaurant.” Spanish as in Spanish Harlem Incident, a
poem about heroin.
“Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon” secretly going out and
making sure I am not being followed “Out to where the trucks
are rollin' slow” out to where drugs are easily obtainable, the
connections crib “To sit down on this bank of sand” in order to
make myself comfortable with this line of dope: bank as in a
mound or pile raised above the surrounding level and sand as
material consisting of small grains “And watch the river flow”
and watch a river of drugs flow into my bloodstream. “Truck”
as drug; In Ballad for a Friend 1962, Dylan wrote about his
buddy who OD’d:
A diesel truck was rollin' slow

Pullin' down a heavy load
It left him on a Utah road
They carried him back to his home town,
His mother cried, his sister moaned,
Listen' to them church bells tone
“A diesel truck was rollin' slow” a powerful drug was looking

weak “Pullin' down a heavy load” but was really the equivalent
of 25 bags of heroin, a load “It left him on a Utah road” it left
him dead. (Utah was the State where the radical Joe Hill was
executed) “They carried him back to his home town, His
mother cried, his sister moaned, / Listen' to them church bells
tone.”
Wish I was back in the city

Instead of this old bank of sand,
With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
And the one I love so close at hand.
If I had wings and I could fly,
I know where I would go.
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But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly

“Wish I was back in the city” sarcastic; wish I was back in the
Greenwich Village of the old days: Dylan told me, “Al, you’ve
been in the city too long.” “Instead of this old bank of sand”
sarcastic; instead of being high on dope “With the sun” with
the newspaper music critics “beating down” beating off vulgar
slang: masturbating “over the chimney tops” over a bunch of
faggots “And the one I love so close at hand” and fame and
fortune I desire so close at hand, yet unattainable “If I had
wings and I could fly” if I was a fairy “I know where I would go”
I would go straight to Hell because God considers
homosexuality an abomination “But right now I'll just sit here
so contentedly” but right now I shall accept my life with
equanimity and satisfaction as I “watch the river flow.”
“Chimney” as queer, faggot: Talkin’ John Birch Society Blues

1962 “I looked way up my chimney hole” Tarantula, “‘shouldn't
done that’ said a very manly girl who came down the chimney”
Tarantula, “a roaring free for all is witnessed later between as
follows: rabbit seller, who, because he lives in a room where
the rain continues to fall thru the chimney always has a
chronic cough & is constantly in an al capone type mood - call
him White Man / the ex faggot g.i.”
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,

Makes you stop and all wonder why?
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn't help but cry.
“People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah” Dylan

and myself having opposite views on heroin use “Makes you
stop” sarcastic; makes you want to stop using it “and all
wonder why” and wonder why you used it in the first place?
“Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street” very
recently I saw someone in Greenwich Village, “street” a
particular area of a city as in Wall Street “Who just couldn't
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help but cry” who told everyone I was using junk like he was
the town crier.
Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though

No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does
blow,
And as long as it does I'll just sit here
“Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin' though” as long as smack

keeps getting me high “no matter what gets in the way” no
matter what media articles orchestrated by Weberman say
“and which way the wind does blow” and no matter what the
destructive political climate is like, and no matter how far his
ideas spread “And as long as it does” but as long as smack
gets me high “I'll just sit here / And watch the river flow.” I will
shoot or snort it.
People disagreeing everywhere you look

Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
That was really shook.
“People disagreeing everywhere you look” Weberman has put

a bootlegged edition of my book Tarantula in all the
bookstores in my neighborhood despite the fact I did not want
it published “Makes you wanna stop” makes you want to stop
him “and read a book” and re-read the book then publish it
“Why only yesterday” why only recently “I saw somebody on
the street” I saw Weberman in the Village “That was really
shook” and he was wanting for money as his income had been
cut off after I published Tarantula. “Shake down” Slang To
extort money from. Dylan told me the reason he published the
book was because he didn’t want to see me make money from
it.
By 1971 with articles about me appearing in Rolling Stone,

Glamour, Ingénue, the Associated Press along with numerous
radio and television appearances Dylan was willing to do
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anything to get me off his case, even writing a song praising

George Jackson, an armed robber who became a Black
Panther and Marxist theoretician. Jackson had the Panther
“off the pig” mentality and murdered numerous prison guards.
But Dylan said he loved him “I woke up this mornin’ there were
tears in my bed / They killed a man I really loved shot him
through the head.” What followed next sounded more like
Dylan was rejoicing “Lord, Lord they shot George Jackson
down, Lord Lord they laid him in the ground.” Dylan never
performed this song in public and it contained the word “shit”
giving many radio the opportunity not to air it but I was a hit
none-the-less. He refused to meet with George Jackson’s
mother. It was a great song however, all it proved was that
Dylan was willing to sell out any beliefs he held if it meant he
could shoot junk in peace again.
So George Jackson was still was not good enough for the
Dylan Liberation Front to abandon its holy crusade to FREE
BOB DYLAN from the shackles of heroin addiction especially
when Dylan’s 30th Birthday was rolling around! “Never trust
anyone over 30” was a popular slogan at the time.
THE DYLAN 30th BIRTHDAY PARTY MAY 24, 1971
Dylan told me if I went through with his birthday party he

would never talk to me again. I would be purged, and banned
from his studio. But if I called it off…..there was a lot in it for
me including going on tour with him, attending recording
sessions, getting laid etc. But I was the one person Dylan
could not buy off and co-opt simply because I was totally nuts.
Anyone else would have jumped at this opportunity. But
having grown up in a orthodox Jewish household then having
given up the Jewish religion I had adopted some strange form
of Communism as my new religion, wherein one of the
commandments was “Thou shalt not be co-opted.” In any
event I obtained a permit from New York City to close down
Dylan’s entire block to traffic on Sunday May 24, 1971, a day
that would alter and illuminate our times. I told the police “I live
on Bleecker and Bob lives on MacDougal and that makes us
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neighbors so I want to have a block party in Dylan’s honor.”

There were at least a thousand Dylan fans there to witness my
presenting Dylan with a garbage can that could be locked shut
and a birthday cake with hypodermic needles that served as
candles. I had heard rumors that Dylan had gotten the Mafia
on my case because his 30th Birthday Party was going to go
down in Little Italy, a Mafia stronghold, so I made public
statements that Bob Dylan was putting out a Mafia contract on
me. The Mafia sent G.I. Joe Sternfeld to give out free hot dogs
at the birthday party down the block from Dylan’s crib. When
he wasn’t selling wieners Sternfeld was a “driver” for the Mafia
boss Thomas Eboli whose business interests included
restaurants and vending machines in Greenwich Village. Eboli
was also involved in the music industry. On July 16, 1972,
around 1:00 a.m. Eboli was shot five times in the head and
neck. Sternfeld, who was his chauffer that night, was held as a
material witness then released. Abbie Hoffman was present at
the bash doing yo-yo tricks as was a VVAW member who I
had identified as an FBI informant. The man had vowed to
destroy the Left after a tour in Vietnam sent him to a mental
hospital. When he started a fire in front of Dylan’s house using
play money I denounced him as a provocateur. That night the
Birthday Party was featured in the centerfold of the New York
Daily News New York’s picture newspaper. Everyone in New
York City knew where Bob Dylan lived. I burned down Dylan’s
crib, brought too many Dylan seekers around, and the boy had
to split from the Village. Ha! Ha! Ha! This town wasn’t big
enough for the both of us. As you might imagine Dylan wanted
to have me murdered. Dylan hid out in Israel during the 30th
Birthday Party and was in such a piss poor mood that he
wailed on a fan at the Wailing Wall. Dylan described the
apotheosis of my career which he considered a debacle in…
WHEN I PAINT MY MASTERPIECE 1971
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,

Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
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“Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble” Al has

everyone in New York City focused on my garbage and he
brought the rabble to my home for a demonstration against me
“ancient footprints are everywhere” archeological artifacts
taken from my garbage “footprint” as in a marked effect,
impression, or impact left behind are on everyone’s mind
thanks to Al. For me this sounds more like “AJ’s footprints are
everywhere” when Dylan sings it but it really doesn’t matter as
it works either way “You can almost think that you're seein'
double” you can almost think that there are two of this maniac,
that’s how much trouble this guy has been causing me “On a
cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs” if you are Bob Dylan
the heroin-addict dying to get high but are having a hard time
of it due to A. J. Weberman.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room

Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.
She promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.
“Got to hurry on back to my hotel room” got to go to a private

place “Where I've got me a date” where at a particular point or
period of time something is expected to happen “with
Botticelli's niece” with a hit or line of smack “She promised that
she'd be right there with me” she promised that I would be
wasted “When I paint” when I vividly depict in words, formulate
“my masterpiece” something superlative of its kind: a
masterpiece of criminal ingenuity.
Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum,

Dodging lions and wastin' time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to
see 'em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb.
“Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum” oh the hours of
press conferences where the press tried to savage me
“Dodging” trying to avoid these “lions” persons of outstanding
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interest or importance: a literary lion “and wastin' time” and

devoting my time to a useless activity, attacking the media
such as Time Magazine “Oh, those mighty kings” oh those
that hold a preeminent position “of the jungle” in a place of
ruthless struggle for survival like the media “I could hardly
stand to see 'em” I could hardly endure this torture, they made
me puke “Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb” so it was
not easy to ascend in position ‘climb to fame.’
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory

When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
“Train wheels” records that seemingly sang the praises of the

civil right struggle but on their subcontextual level were
opposed to it “running” moving without hindrance or restraint
“through the back” through the part opposite to that adapted
for view or use “of my memory” of a particular recollection of
an event, of a topical song “When I ran” when I had a good
run “on the hilltop” on stage “following a pack of wild geese”
after a group of often stupid folkies of the same kind preceded
me “Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a
rhapsody” someday, but not today, everything is gonna be
free from difficulties or impediments like when the folk fans
jeered me, or when Al got on my case. There will be no
discordant notes “When I paint” when I depict vividly in words
“my masterpiece” my poetry “Wheel” as record; Lo and Behold
1967,
Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel

An’ boys, I sure was slick
I come in like a ton of bricks
Laid a few tricks on ’em
Goin’ back to Pittsburgh
Count up to thirty
Round that horn and ride that herd
Gonna thread up!
“Lo and behold!
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Lookin' for my lo and behold,

Get me outta here, my dear man!”
“Now, I come in on a ferris wheel” I got famous for selling

records that pushed revolution. In Eleven Outlined Epitaphs
Dylan wrote, “ferris wheel runs in california park an' the sky
trembles. turns red.” Tarantula; “the opium ghost ‘neath the
ferris wheel on the side of the highway.” “An' boys, I sure was
slick” and good ole boys I did a deceptively smooth job of it “I
come in like a ton of bricks” I come in like a violent
revolutionary. Also when I came on the folk scene I made
myself seem like a good fellow; a helpful and trustworthy lad
“Laid a few tricks” I composed a few deceptive protest songs
that I had a knack for writing at the time “on 'em” on the
suckers “Goin' back to Pittsburgh” sarcastic, I’m goin’ back to
my folk music protest song days “Count up to thirty” sarcastic,
sing to an audience that is under 30. “Round that horn” make
the rounds of the media “horn” a device for projecting sound
waves, as in a loudspeaker “and ride that herd” sarcastic, be
sustained by the Communists “herd” as in the multitude of
common people regarded as a mass “Gonna thread up” this is
going to be a continuing element in my life, going to have to
shoot up in order to tolerate this “Lo and behold! Lookin' for
my lo and behold, Get me outta here, my dear man!” “Thread”
as consistent pattern: Chronicles, “cutting my thread of life” Al
was preventing me from shooting dope.
“Pittsburgh” as Dylan’s early folk music days in Lo and Behold

1967;
I come into Pittsburgh
At six-thirty flat
I found myself a vacant seat
An’ I put down my hat
“I come into Pittsburgh” I came into a small venue “At six-thirty

flat” playing music below the pitch I intended to play it at “I
found myself a vacant seat” I found a prominent position as a
folk musician “An' I put down my hat” and adopted this as my
role. Margarita 1988,
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It was in Pittsburgh late one night

I lost my hat got into a fight
I rolled and tumbled till I saw the light
Went to the big apple took a bite
“It was in Pittsburgh late one night” it was in my folk music

past while I was performing “I lost my hat” I lost my true role
as an entertainer “got into a fight” and I pretended to join the
struggle of the Left “I rolled” I turned over and over like a dog,
a running dog of Communism “and tumbled” and was
confused and disordered “till I saw the light” until I saw some
light at the end of the folk music tunnel “went to the big apple”
found my way to the ultimate temptation for a “folkie,” rock and
roll “took a bite."
“Geese” as deluded liberal and leftwing fans; Some Other

Kinds of Songs 1964, “you speak of rats. geese. a world of
peace.” Tarantula, “& the geese charging yes thinking they're
scarecrows” thinking they are going to eliminate Jim Crow.
When I Paint My Masterpiece continues:
Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola.

Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
“Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola” being part of a dirty,

crappy Communist revolution “ship” as revolution from The
Hour That The Ship Comes In 1964, “Oh, to be back in the
land of Coca-Cola!” oh to be back in the land of Capitalism.
Clean Cut Kid 1985, “He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating
Wonder Bread / He ate Burger Kings, he was well fed.”
I left Rome and landed in Brussels,

On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
“I left Rome and landed in Brussels” I left New York City and
landed in Brussels, the city where the poetry critic Verlaine
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shot the poet Rimbaud. “On a plane ride” “plane” on a level of

achievement “so bumpy” that bumped me down to a new
position; shifted the way I was perceived, “that I almost cried”
that I was tempted to protest about it publically “Clergymen in
uniform” underground political figures all thinking the same
way “and young girls pullin' muscles” and gawkers,
rubberneckers “Everyone was there to greet me” sarcastic; the
attendees at the Dylan Birthday Party were there to address
and meet me with expressions of friendliness and welcome
“when I stepped inside” when I became part of an exclusive
“inside” group of those over thirty.
Newspapermen eating candy

Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
“Newspapermen eating candy” journalists being spoon fed a

story by A. J. Weberman “Had to be held down by big police”
had to be kept in line by those having and exercising
considerable authority, control and influence, the New York
City Police Department. A near riot erupted at the birthday
bash when an FBI provocateur ignited a pile of play money in
front of Dylan’s townhouse “Someday, everything is gonna be
diff'rent” someday Weberman is gonna be on the other end of
the stick, someday Weberman is gonna get his come up-ins
“When I paint my masterpiece” after I formulate my master
plan to rid the world of him.
Subsequent to May 1971 Bob began to experience the after

effects of the birthday party since his address in Greenwich
Village became common knowledge. Dylan knew he would
have to leave so he purchased a home in Malibu in December
1971 and moved there in early 1973. Dylan wanted me to be
his chauffeur – well I drove him out of New York.
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BILLY 1 1972 BILLY 4 1972
There's guns across the river aimin' at ya

Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya
Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.
“There's guns across the river” there are other writers and
musicians “aimin' at ya” writin’ songs about you “Lawman on
your trail, he'd like to catch ya” Al the Pig would like to catch
Bob using heroin “Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya”
and journalist Tony Scaduto is trying make big bucks by doing
a biography of you. In 1971 Scaduto’s biography of Bob Dylan
was published. Dylan told me he was not happy about this.
“Billy, they don't like you to be so free” Bobby, these guys
don’t like you to be so free, they want you to be on the side of
Communism, not Freedom. In another version Dylan sings,
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“There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you” Dylan’s

house was surrounded by fans on the day of the birthday
party.
Camping out all night on the veranda

Walking in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.
“Camping out all night on the veranda” after the Birthday Party
revealed Bob’s address to most of the world his fans would
camp outside his townhouse 24/7 “Walking in the streets down
by the hacienda” and would follow him and hassle him when
he went outside his Greenwich Village townhouse “Up to Boot
Hill they'd like to send ya” and many of them expressed
hostility to him “Billy, don't you turn your back on me” because
Bob switched to rock and roll from folk music.
Playing around with some sweet signorita

Into her dark chamber she will greet you
In the shadows of the maize’s she will lead you
Billy, and you're going all alone.
“Playin' around with some sweet senorita” messin’ around with

some really sweet gratifying smack “Into her dark chamber”
“chamber” an enclosed space in the bore of a gun that holds
the charge “she will greet you” she will welcome you. Also in
another version “In some lonesome shadows she will greet
ya.” “In the shadows of the maize’s she will lead you” into your
grave she might lead you “Billy, and you're going all alone”
Billy and there is no one around to revive you if you O.D.
“Sweet Senorita” as strong smack; Tom Thumb’s Blues 1966,
Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you’re so kind
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And careful not to go to her too soon

And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon
“Sweet Melinda” Mexican heroin “The peasants call her the

goddess of gloom” the Mexicans call her a miraculous cure for
unhappiness “She speaks good English” she is Spanish “And
she invites you up into her room” “invite” to entice; tempt you
to enter a place where she will entertain you “And you're so
kind / And careful not to go to her too soon” and you try to be
kind to yourself and are careful about not taking one shot after
the other, a path that leads to addiction “And she takes your
voice” and heroin deprives you of the right and opportunity to
express a choice in this matter “And leaves you howling at the
moon” and leaves you going through the nightmare of
withdrawal symptoms. Billy continues:
There's mills inside the minds of crazy faces

Bullet holes and rifles in their cases
There is always one more notch in four more aces
Billy, and you're playing all alone.
“There's mills” there’s the Mills Hotel, a Single Room

Occupancy hotel that was a blight to the neighborhood Dylan
lived in. He complained to me often about it and said he was
trying to get it shut down then converted into something more
respectable “inside the minds of crazy faces” and its existence
was known to a bunch of crazy Blacks “Bullet holes and rifles
in their cases” and these Blacks were bad with numerous
charges lodged against them including homicide, they caught
numerous cases “There's always one more notch” but Dylan
was armed and was more than happy to shoot the Black
criminals “and four more aces” if he was lucky enough to get
the chance “Billy, and you're playing all alone” Bobby, you do
not have a security entourage.
They say that Pat Garrett's got your number

So sleep with one eye open when you slumber
Every little sound just might be thunder
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Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
“They say that Pat Garrett's got your number” they say A. J.
Weberman is aware that some of the numbers that you do
concern your addiction to heroin “So sleep with one eye open
when you slumber” so be very cautious when you get high,
think about this when you get high. In another version of Billy
Dylan sings, “So sleep with one eye open, when you wander”
as in Mr. Tambourine Man 1964 “wait only for my boot heels
to be wandering” “Every little sound just might be thunder”
every inconsequential article in the underground press might
be devastating “Thunder from the barrel of his gun” and could
even lead to an arrest.
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances

Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
And some old whore from San Pedro to make advances
Advances on your spirit and your soul.
“There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances” there is

always someone rifling through my trash now “Some trigger-
happy fool” some journalist and photographer - trigger, the
button that activates a camera “willin' to take chances” willing
to incur my wrath, willing to take chances “And some old
whore” and then there is some liberal journalistic hack “from
San Pedro” from Saint Peters in Italy, an Italian “to make
advances” who is going to make money. “Advances” money
paid in advance of the publication of a book. “Advances”
incursions “on your spirit” on my essential nature; ‘The spirit of
Bob Dylan’ “and your soul” and my poetry as in Dear Landlord
1968 “please don’t put a price on my soul.” This was another
reference to Tony Scaduto.
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down

They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown.
Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down
To be shot down by the man who was your friend?
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“The businessmen” the Communists “from Taos want you to

go down” want to see you go down, get knocked out of the
music business “They've hired Pat Garrett to force a
showdown” so they have engaged the services of A. J.
Weberman to force a confrontation “Billy, don't it make ya feel
so low-down” Dylan isn’t a shame that Weberman has the low
down on your activities “To be shot down by the man who was
your friend?” to have your aspirations destroyed by the man
who once was your fan?
Hang on to your woman if you got one

Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one.
She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one
Billy you been runnin’ for so long
“Hang on to your woman if you got one” maintain your drug

habit, your addiction if you got one. “Remember in El Paso,
once, you shot one” remember some of the fine scag you shot
up in the past “She may have been a whore but she was a hot
one” there was a chance that the heroin might have been
adulterated but instead she was a hot one. Hot shot, a dose of
heroin, usually taken by intravenous injection, that is stronger
than usual and can kill “Billy you been runnin’ for so long”
Bobby you’ve been trying to escape for so long, things might
catch up with you.
“Whore” as cut heroin, Tarantula, “gets drunk on skinny

whores” cut, thin heroin…‘maria needs a shot’ says King
Villager” Dylan or Chloe Kiel needs a fix says Ray Gooch.
Drifting Too Far From Shore, “I never could guess your weight
baby / Never needed to call you my whore / I always thought
you were straight” I always thought you were straight, pure,
unadulterated “baby.”
Guitars will play your grand finale

Down in some Tularosa alley
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley
Billy, you're so far away from home.
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“Guitars” acoustic guitars “will play your grand finale” will sing
of you if you die “Down in some Tularosa alley” down in some
slum in Mexico “Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley” or maybe in
Hollywood Valley “Billy, you're so far away from home” Bobby
you’re so far away from reaching your goal in life.
After the birthday party Dylan excommunicated me. I only saw

him again on three occasions, at the One-Legged Man’s pad,
when he attacked me and when I was walking by his
townhouse while he was washing his car. He told his son
Jesse Dylan “Whatever you do don’t grow up and be like
Weberman. He was ashamed of being Jewish so he had a
nose job.” Dylan who already wanted to have me murdered
from the get-go needed some type of catharsis, some kind of
relief, as he never carried his desire to fruition, so he wrote:
IDIOT WIND 1974
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 Grey 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.
“Someone's got it in for me” Weberman has a grudge against

me also “in for me” as “infamy” this “someone” is infamous
“they're planting stories in the press” he and his cohorts in the
Dylan Liberation Front are orchestrating a media campaign
against me “Whoever it is?” sarcastic; everyone knows these
stories emanate from A. J. Weberman “I wish they'd cut it out
quick” I wish the editors and publishers like Rolling Stone’s
Jann Wenner would cut these stories out of their music
publications quick “but when they will I can only guess” but
there is so much interest in this Weberman that I cannot
influence them to kill these pieces and things have gone out of
control. “They” the Dylan Liberation Front “say I shot” say I
made pointed or critical remarks at “a man named Grey” at a
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Confederate soldier, someone who was against the Civil

Rights Movement “and took his wife to Italy” and then took the
ideology he was wedded to, racism, to its logical extreme,
fascism “She inherited” this racist ideology had inherited the
problem of “a million bucks” of a million buck Blacks loose in
America “and when she died” and when this racist ideology
died out in the South “it came to me” I adopted it “I can't help it
if I'm lucky” I can’t help it if I am lucky to be White.
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.
“People see me all the time and they just can't remember how
to act” I let Weberman come over to my studio as much as he
wanted to and yet he wasn’t grateful and subservient “Their
minds are filled with big ideas” their brains are filled with leftist
idealistic ideology that exercises considerable authority,
control, and influence over people who might resent it
“images” my poems, “image,” a figure of speech, especially a
metaphor or simile “and distorted facts” and distorted
exegeses that Weberman tries to pass off as facts “Even you,
yesterday you had to ask me where it was at” even you A. J.
Weberman, founder of Dylanology, you had no idea where I
was coming from “I couldn't believe after all these years, you
didn't know me better than that” I couldn’t believe that after all
your years of studying my poetry you didn’t realize that I was
the opposite of what you believed me to be “Sweet lady”
sarcastic: unpleasing, repulsive individual.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth

Blowing down the back roads 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.
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“Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth”

Weberman you destructive force spreading lies with every
insincere word you mouth “Blowing down the back roads
headin' south” disseminating your message to people taking a
backward course in their lives heading for oblivion “Idiot wind,
blowing every time you move your teeth” Idiot wind spreading
evil every time you try to enforce these laws you have created
for me “teeth” ‘those stiff sentences put teeth in the law’
“You're an idiot, babe” you’re an idiot Weberman “It's a
wonder that you still know how to breathe” it’s a wonder that
you are still alive.
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.
“I ran into the fortune-teller” I had a run in with A. J.

Weberman who believed he could manipulate my future;
Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “ah but Sue she knows me
well perhaps too well an' is above all the true fortune teller of
my soul I think perhaps the only one” “who said beware of
lightning that might strike” who made a self-fulfilling prophecy
that something bad was going to happen to me and he turned
out to be right because “I haven't known peace and quiet for
so long I can't remember what it's like” this guy is making my
life a nightmare for so long I have forgotten my pre-Weberman
existence.
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
“I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things

sometimes are” when I became politically aware in rural
America my ideal was to preserve America the way it always
has been “Visions of your chestnut mare” so the visions of
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your Red candidate; a mare is a ‘horse’ as in a “dark horse

candidate” “shoot through my head and are makin' me see
stars” go in one ear and out the other because they make me
see Red Stars, the symbol of Communism.
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.
“You hurt the ones that I love best” you distort the meaning of
my poetry, you bring a mob around and frighten my children
“and cover up the truth with lies” and cover up my
conservatism with your lying Communist thought “One day
you'll be in the ditch” one day you will be in your grave “flies
buzzin'” the sound of zippers on pants opening “around your
eyes” around your corpse as people piss on your grave.
“Blood on your saddle” bloodthirsty people wanting to destroy
your dead body. “Saddle” defined as both sides of the unsplit
back of a carcass including both loins as in, “a saddle of beef.”
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
“Idiot wind” the idiotic destructive force of Weberman “blowing

through the flowers” spreading to those in the period of their
highest development; the Russian dissidents imprisoned “on
your tomb” in gulags that your thinking helped create. “Blowing
through the [Iron] curtains in your room” being spread through
the Communistic thoughts in your life that you put on my
poetry “Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth” A.
J. Weberman, spreading evil every time you try to coerce me
into adopting your politics “You're an idiot, babe / It's a wonder
that you still know how to breathe” it is really freakin’ amazing
that you are still alive but it can be explained.
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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.
“It was gravity” it was Weberman’s desire to drag me down to

his level Some Other Kinds of Songs 1964, “he wants t' drag /
me down there / i realize gravity is my only enemy” “which
pulled us down” that made me condescend to meet with him
“and destiny” and inevitability and certain fate “which broke us
apart” which would have separated us sooner or later “You
tamed the lion” Weberman reduced from a wild to a civilized
state a person who wanted to see him either dead or beaten
severely “in my cage” in the virtual prison I live in “but it just
wasn't enough to change my heart” but my heart was still set
on using heroin. Also it did not change my politics as in the
Goldwater slogan, “In your heart you know he’s right.”
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.
“Now everything's a little upside down” now all the wealth is in

the hands of a few “as a matter of fact the wheels have
stopped” as a matter of fact, statistics, an imaginary turning
wheel symbolizing the inconstancy of fortune has stopped for
Weberman “What's good is bad, what's bad is good” your idea
that Socialism is good is wrong, it is really bad, and Capitalism
is the better economic system “you'll find out when you reach
the top” you’ll discover this when you start to make some
money “You're on the bottom” you are on the bottom of the
economic hierarchy, you are a bottom feeder Al.
I noticed at the ceremony,

Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore; your mouth has
changed,
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Your eyes don't look into mine.
“I noticed at the ceremony” I noticed at an event performed on

a special occasion like my 30th Birthday Party “your corrupt
ways” your desire to get publicity “had finally made you blind”
had finally made you unable to comprehend, made you blind
to the repercussions and consequences of your acts “I can't
remember your face anymore” it is hard for me to believe you
are of the Jewish race because of what you did to a fellow Jew
“your mouth has changed” your particular manner of speaking,
filled with slogans that you mouth but really do not understand
or believe is no longer like that of a Jew “your eyes” your
thoughts “don't look into mine” don’t share any ancestral
commonality.
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
“The priest” Weberman. In Chronicles Dylan wrote that he

resented being labeled, “High Priest of Protest” Planet Waves
Liner Notes 1974, “priests in overhauls glassy eyed” radicals
who wished to overhaul my career filled with illusory thoughts
“wore black” spoke words that have extremely unfortunate and
dire consequences; bringing ruin, praised Blacks “on the
seventh day” on Sunday when the Bob Dylan 30th Birthday
Party went down “and sat stone-faced while the building
burned” and did nothing after someone started a fire in front of
my townhouse “I waited for you on the running boards” I got
my revenge for this and other travesties when I came after you
like a gangster in Chicago doing a drive by from the running
board of a Model T only I used a bicycle “near the cypress
trees” employing a tactic similar to the punishment of the Old
South, also cypress trees are used to adorn tombs “while the
springtime turned” while the season of your growth turned
“Slowly into autumn” slowly into a period of your decline.
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“Stone” as unchanging, immutable - Ninety Miles an Hour

(Down a Dead End Street) “But we're heading for a wall of
stone” Saved 1980, “I was blinded by the Devil / Born already
ruined / Stone-cold dead / As I stepped out of the womb.”
THE ELIZABETH STREET MASSACRE
In the preceding verse of Idiot Wind Dylan made reference to

the Elizabeth Street Massacre; It was Spring 1972 and I was
entering into a relationship with an Associated Press wire
service reporter who was a Southern belle and a great lady. I
had agreed to cease and desist from going through Dylan’s
garbage in return for his performance at the Bengla Desh
benefit concert but I wanted to please the reporter (and I was
addicted to publicity) so I took her and a photographer over to
Dylan’s townhouse. When Sara returned home, she saw us,
and made a big scene. She really got violent. Dylan warned
me about messing with his wife and I called his secretary to
apologize. That afternoon I was on my way to an anti-Vietnam
war riot in Madison, Wisconsin, and I was securing my loft at 6
Bleecker Street. This required a dangerous maneuver that had
to be performed in a dingy yard behind the building. As I was
coming out of the alleyway that led to the yard, dazed and
freaked out from the mission I had just accomplished, I felt an
arm around my neck. I turned around and it was Dylan. I was
like glad to see him. I said, “Hey how you doing?” But my
happiness was short-lived. Dylan knocked me down to the
ground, got on top of me. I felt like Sara Dylan. Then he
started basically banging my head against the sidewalk rather
than throwing punches. He never said a word. Some hippies
stumbled on the scene and pulled Bob off because Dylan was
trying to seriously injure me and would not quit. As I got up
trying to make sense of what had just gone down Dylan
grabbed my FREE BOB DYLAN button, plucked it off my shirt,
and threw it to the ground. I had been court martialed,
convicted and in a public display of disgrace my medals had
been stripped from me. Since all this went down one block
from the Bowery, two Bowery bums approached me and
asked, “Did he get much money?” They thought I was a fellow
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bum who had been robbed by one of the predators who

prowled the Bowery looking for drunks to roll. I said, “That’s
Bob Dylan man, he got millions of dollars, he doesn’t have to
come down to the Bowery and roll drunks.” Then suddenly I
realized what had gone down. Dylan had beaten the crap out
of me and I did not put up any resistance as I knew I had
broken my own rules of conduct. But who really cares what is
right and wrong? I grabbed one of the numerous wine bottles
that lined the street and ran to the corner of Elizabeth and
Houston. Dylan was on his bike waiting for the light to change.
I crouched behind the space between two cars and having
had plenty of experience throwing rocks at cops at anti-
Vietnam war demonstrations I was going to bean him with the
bottle and hopefully Bobby Dylan would fall off his bicycle into
traffic, get runned over and killed or crippled before my very
eyes. But boy would I have gotten yelled at. I couldn’t do it. It
was Bob Dylan, I loved him, and that was that.
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,
“Idiot wind” A. J. Weberman “blowing” slang spoiling or losing

through ineptitude “like a circle” like someone going around in
circles engaging in energetic but fruitless activity “around my
skull” around my thoughts, my intelligence “From the Grand
Coulee Dam” from when I was a Woody Guthrie clone. Grand
Coulee Dam is a song by Woody. “to the Capitol” to when in
August 1963 I played at the Civil Rights March in Washington,
D.C. “Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth”
Weberman, spreading evil every time you attempt to enforce
the idiotic laws you have created for me “You're an idiot, babe
/ It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe” what
amazes me most about you Weberman is that you are still
alive!
I can't feel you anymore,

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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.
“I can't feel you anymore” I can’t even test or explore with

caution the possibility of suing you “I can't even touch” I can’t
get a lien against you “touch” the act of approaching someone
for money “the books you've read” the financial records
“books” financial or business records considered as a group
that you keep “Every time I crawl” every time I proceed or act
in a servile manner “past your door” past this opportunity “I
been wishin' I was somebody else instead” I am sorry I am
Bob Dylan and suing A. J. Weberman would be out of
character for me and what’s more would give Weberman
publicity.
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.
“Down the highway” down a direct path or course in America

“down the tracks” to heroin use – tracks - slang needle marks
on the skin from multiple intravenous injections, considered an
indication of habitual drug use “down the road to ecstasy”
down the path in life to a heroin high “I followed you beneath
the stars” you preceded me beneath the stars the future;
destiny, possibly death “hounded” followed by someone who
was like a pig, a cop “hound” a large breed of dog much used
in tracking and police work “by your memory” by your ability to
memorize my poems and put various key words together “And
all your ragin'” and your popularity you were the “rage” and
you spread your ideas forcefully: The plague of Weberman
raged for months. “glory” and at your height of achievement.
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
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“I been double-crossed now for the very last time” I have been
double-crossed by the Communists many times before “and
now I'm finally free” and now I am an exponent of freedom and
free market economics “I kissed goodbye the howling beast” I
kissed goodbye to the Russian Bear “on the borderline” on the
difference between the America and Soviet Union political and
economic systems. Borderline as demarcation between
nations “which separated you” which separated you a
supporter of Soviet repression “from me” from someone who
vehemently opposed it.
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.
“You'll never know the hurt” you'll never know the “hurt” to
have or produce a feeling of physical pain or discomfort “I
suffered” I underwent because you created a set of
circumstances that forced me to go cold turkey “nor the pain I
rise above” nor the self pity and depths of depression I must
rise up from “And I'll never know the same about you, your
holiness” and I will never know the same about you and your
sacrament marijuana “or your kind of love” or your kind of
drugs “And it makes me feel so sorry” totally sarcastic.
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.
“Idiot wind blowing through the buttons of our coats”

Weberman, manifesting his destructiveness by creating FREE
BOB DYLAN buttons to pin to his coat buttons a usually round
flat badge that bears a design or printed information and is
typically pinned to a garment: a campaign button. During our
taped telephone conversation Dylan said I had a pig mentality
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for exposing his heroin use: “You outta wear a badge. Pin it to
your leather coat.” “Blowing through the letters that we wrote”
spreading heat through the articles Weberman wrote “Idiot
wind, blowing through the dust” Weberman spreading lies
through the shitty “upon our shelves” out of circulation “on the
shelf” articles you wrote “We're idiots, babe” we are both
idiots, “It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves” it’s a
wonder we are not retarded. The blood in Blood on the
Tracks, was supposed to be my blood on the tracks of this LP.
YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LONESOME WHEN YOU GO

1974
I've seen love go by my door

It's never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow.
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin's not right it's wrong
“I've seen love go by my door” I’ve missed out on an

opportunity to do what is necessary and right, what truthfully
needed to be done “It's never been this close before” but this
time I am closer than ever before to actually doing it “Never
been so easy or so slow” it has never been easier to have
Weberman offed and to hopefully see him die a slow and
painful death “Been shooting in the dark too long” I have been
hiding the fact I like to shoot up for too long now, I have been
guessing what Weberman will do next without having all the
facts so I should try some real shootin’ for a change “When
somethin's not Right it's wrong” when Weberman translates
my poetry as Leftist messages and they are just the opposite
of what they mean something is radically wrong “Yer gonna
make me lonesome when you go” sarcastic; I sure is gonna
miss Weberman when he’s gone.
Dragon clouds so high above

I've only known careless love
It's always hit me from below.
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This time around it's more correct

Right on target, so direct
“Dragon cloud so high above” there is a cloud of suspicion

hanging over me as to my heroin use thanks to Weberman
“dragon” as in ‘chasing the dragon’ slang for smoking opium.
There’s a similar use of cloud in The Man In Me 1970 “storm
clouds are raging all around my door / I think to myself I might
not take it [heroin] anymore” “I've only known careless love” I
never had to worry about my drug use being exposed before
Weberman came along unless I was careless and OD’d “It's
always hit me from below” it was always a “hit from below” i.e.
a dose of a narcotic drug below the lethal level “This time
around” during the next round of battle “it's more correct” there
will be stiffer measures to punish Weberman in order to gain
control and enforce obedience “Right on target” the
punishment will be a bullet “so direct” “direct” as to give orders
with authority to a person such as a member of Organized
Crime, a Mafioso. “Yer gonna make me lonesome when you
go” I am going to sure miss Al!
“Dragon” as dope; Senor Tales of Yankee Power 1978, “I can

smell” I can sense the presence of the “the tail of the dragon”
the tail end of the dope high “Can't stand the suspense
anymore” can’t endure the uncertainty and I have to cop some
more “Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?” can you
turn me on to your connection, senor?
Purple clover, Queen Anne lace

Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Can't remember what I was thinkin' of
You might be spoilin' me too much, love
“Purple” symbol of academia, Michigan State University

“clover” hippy lifestyle in clover living a carefree life of ease
Take Me As I Am Or Let Me Go 1970 “White lilies never grow
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on stalks of clover” segregationist thinking will never take root

on a hippy “Queen Anne lace” married to a radical artist who
he met at MSU “Crimson hair” communist politics “Crimson”
My Back Pages 1964, “Crimson flames tied through my mind /
Rolling high and mighty traps” “across your face” double
crossing your Jewish race “You could make me cry if you don't
know” you could turn my abstract words into protest songs
“cry” demand or require immediate action or remedy:
grievances crying out for redress. “Can't remember what I was
thinkin' of” sarcastic; can’ remember what I was thinking of
when I embedded meaning into my poetry “You might be
spoilin' me too much, love” sarcastic: you might be doing harm
to my character, nature, or attitude by oversolicitude,
overindulgence, or excessive praise “Yer gonna make me
lonesome when you go” I ain’t gonna miss you one bit.
“Purple” as symbol of academia. Tarantula “the time is

handled by some crazy cheerleader snob & sticking her
tongue out, dropping a purple tostle cap, she mingles with a
bus, caresses a bloody crucifix & is praying for her purse to be
stolen up gunpowder alley!” Moonlight 2001, “The trailing
moss in mystico, the purple blossom soft as snow / My tears
keep flowing to the sea / Doctor, lawyer, indian chief”
Chronicles,
“Across the way a guy in a leather jacket scooped frost off the
windshield of a snow-packed black Mercury Montclair. Behind
him, a priest in a purple cloak was slipping through the
courtyard of the church through an opened gate on his way to
perform some sacred duty. Nearby, a bareheaded woman in
boots tried to manage a laundry bag up the street. There were
a million stories, just everyday New York things if you wanted
to focus in on them. It was always right out in front of you,
blended together, but you'd have to pull it apart to make any
sense of it.”
“Across the way a guy in a leather jacket” Weberman - during

our telephone conversation Dylan told me that I should wear a
badge on my leather jacket “scooped” uncovered information
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especially of immediate interest from “frost” poetry as in

Robert Frost. Tarantula, “who has a feeling for the most lost
pieces of frost…people continue drawin’ noses on robert frost
books” “off the windshield” “shield” to cover up; conceal “of a
snow-packed” of a high on heroin “snow” slang heroin “black”
attended with disaster; calamitous “Mercury Montclair” Bob
Dylan whose politics were similar to those found in the
American Mercury. “Behind him” in the background of;
underlying: Behind your every action is self-interest. “a priest
in a purple cloak” a radical “priest” as in Idiot Wind “The priest
wore black on the seventh day” who was hidden or disguised
as a scholar, a Dylanologist, “was slipping through the
courtyard of the church through an opened gate” was
clandestinely entering the inner sanctum of the God that he
worshipped through an unlocked gate (an unlocked gate
separated me from Dylan’s garbage) “on his way to perform
some sacred duty” on his way to steal my trash “bareheaded”
nearby, exposed to view; undisguised: bare fangs “woman in
boots” someone who is too big for their boots, someone who
behaved as if they were more important or more clever than
they really were “tried to manage” tried to exercise executive,
administrative, and supervisory direction of “a laundry bag up
the street” money he had laundered “There were a million
stories” there were a million stories in the naked city – this was
the introduction to a television series on crime in New York
City “just everyday New York things if you wanted to focus in
on them” sarcastic: totally off the wall things if you wanted to
write a poem about them “It was always right out in front of
you” I knew about Weberman’s operation “blended together”
and I merged descriptions of it with my poetry “but you'd have
to pull it apart to make any sense of it” but Weberman would
have to tear it apart in order to translate it and that would a
drag.
“Clover” as in clover, living a life of ease, Can’t Escape From

You 2008, “The primrose” the primrose path; earthly delights
that come to an end “and the clover” and the self-indulgent
life. I’m Gonna Miss You When You’re Gone continues,
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Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy

Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin' slow and lazy,
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time.
“Flowers on the hillside” exemplary recordings such as

Folkways Records Dylan v. Weberman LP captured during the
finest most vigorous period “bloomin' crazy” that were bloomin’
mad are being distributed in record stores and they are
recordings of “Crickets” sarcastic: two men engaged in fair
and honorable behavior, Weberman was recording the
conversation “talkin' back and forth in rhyme” discussing the
various words in Dylan’s poems “Blue river” a large number of
dirty words “runnin' slow” not having intellectual and mental
quickness “and lazy” and slow-moving; sluggish “I could stay” I
could issue a stopping or suspension of procedure or
execution by judicial order “with you forever” against you time
and time again “And never realize” and never convert into
actual money as in realized assets “the time” an hourly pay
rate as in “straight time.” In other words Dylan can sue me to
try to shut me up but it will get him nowhere fast.
Situations have ended sad

Relationships have all been bad.
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
But there's no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
“Situations” a critical, trying, or unusual state of affairs:

problems with Weberman “have ended sad” have ended sadly
for me as he got one over on me with his shenanigans but
they might also end sadly for Weberman, in fact he might
meet his end “Relationships have all been bad” my personal
relationship with Weberman turned out badly for me. I was
nice to the guy and he screwed me over “Mine've been like
Verlaine's and Rimbaud” my relationship with Weberman can
best be described as being similar to that of French poet
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Arthur Rimbaud who became disenchanted with his

relationship with his critic Paul Verlaine. During a drunken
argument in Brussels, Verlaine shot at Rimbaud, hitting him
once in the wrist “But there's no way I can compare / All those
scenes to this affair” but I can’t compare all that literary drama
to the Dylan / Weberman affair since Verlaine never went
through Rimbaud’s trash, he never brought a thousand
Rimbaud fans to Rimbaud’s crib for Rimbaud’s 30th Birthday
Party, etc. “Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go” boy
will I be happy when Al is dead.
Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin'

Stayin' far behind without you.
Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin'
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to.
“Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin'” sarcastic; you are
going to make me be filled with doubt” about “Stayin' far
behind without you” about being alive far after you,
Weberman, are dead “Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm
sayin'” you are going to make me wonder what I am saying
when I arrange for your demise since I have never done
anything like this before “Yer gonna make me give myself a
good talkin' to” sarcastic: my conscience is going to bother me
for having had you offed.
I'll look for you in old Honolulu

San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.
But I'll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
“I'll look for you in old Honolulu, San Francisco, Ashtabula” I

will track you down and destroy you just the Japanese did at
Pearl Harbor, just as the earthquake did that devastated San
Francisco and just as the National Guard did when it shot
students at Kent State which is located in Ashtabula, Ohio
“Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know” you are finally
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going to have to depart for that happy garbology hunting

ground “But I'll see you in the sky above” sarcastic: we will
meet again in Heaven above “In the tall” in the lefty “grass”
poems as in Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman “in the ones
that I love” and in the other poems that express what I believe
to be true “Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go” boy
am I gonna miss Weberman!
All this murder talk was just that, talk; Dylan never acted on
any of it because he didn’t want the Mafia blackmailing him for
the rest of his life, but he sure thought about it a lot. After I told
Dylan that I was having Free Bob Dylan buttons printed up he
assured me,
Dylan: You’ll live through it, I’m sure you will live through all of
it
AJ: Oh man I hope so man.
Dylan: You will it won’t do nothing, it will be good for you man
it will be good for you.
AJ: What will be good for me?
Dylan: Having your picture with pig written on it, you know
AJ: I fight pigs man
Dylan: Come on don’t give me that. You only fight to go
through my garbage man.
Dylan still couldn’t let it go and forget A. J. Weberman so he
wrote this highly impenetrable poem:
ISIS 1975
I married Isis on the fifth day of May

But I could not hold on to her very long.
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
I came to a high place of darkness and light.
The dividing line ran through the center of town.
I hitched up my pony to a post on the right
Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.
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“I married Isis on the fifth day of May” I got married to

Communist ideology early on in life when I was posing as a
revolutionary. Cinqo de Mayo is a Mexican holiday
commemorating revolution “But I could not hold on to her very
long” but I could not keep in my mind, nor convey as my
judgment, conviction and point of view this repulsive
Communist ideology for very long “So I cut off” so I got rid of
“my hair” my leftwing politics “and I rode straight away” and
immediately left “For the wild unknown country where I could
not go wrong” for the freedom of frontier American values, a
time in our history when everything was on the Right politically
“I came to a high place” I came to a place of great importance
“of darkness and light” of Black people versus White people
“The dividing line” the discussion about segregation “ran
through the center” was centermost “of town” in New York
City. “I hitched up my pony” I got hitched to a candidate,
“horse” as in dark horse “to a post” who held a post, a position
“on the right” on the political right - Senator Barry Goldwater
“Went in to a laundry” then tried to clean up my act “to wash”
to rid myself of corruption and guilt; cleanse and purify myself
“my clothes down” of my previous words praising Communism
and race-mixing. But what happened next?
A man in the corner approached me for a match.

I knew right away he was not ordinary.
He said, "Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money." He said, "That ain't necessary."
“A man in the corner” a man from a remote part of the political

spectrum “approached me” began to work on me, tried to
convince me “for a match” to equally believe in the destructive
ideology of Communism as he did “I knew right away he was
not ordinary” from my position on the Right I immediately knew
that he was not the garden variety of revolutionary “He said,
"Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?” he said are you
looking for an ideology that is easily understood? Like
Communism? Are you looking to become infected with a
virus? “I said, ‘I got no money’” sarcastic, I said I no longer
have an imagination or talent that works in that direction “He
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said, “That ain't necessary” who needs imagination, with

Communism it is all cut and dry.
We set out that night for the cold in the North.

I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word.
I said, Where are we goin'? He said we'd be back by the
fourth.
I said, That's the best news that I've ever heard.
“We set out” we set out ideas “that night” during that period of
darkness “for the cold” for the deaths “in the North” in the
Soviet Union; Seven Days, “My beautiful comrade from the
north” “I gave him my blanket” I gave him my overall
evaluation of Communism “blanket” covering all members of a
group or class as in a blanket wage increase “he gave me his
word” he gave me what he wanted my poetry to be about, and
not the meaning that I intentionally embedded. Tell Me That It
Isn’t True 1968, “All I want is your word” “I said, ‘Where are we
goin'?’” I asked Weberman where is this relationship going?
“He said we'd be back by the fourth” he said the whole thing
will be over by May 24, when I have a birthday party for you “I
said, ‘That's the best news that I've ever heard” it would be
worth it not to have to see this asswipe anymore.
I was thinkin' about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold
I was thinkin' about diamonds and the world's biggest
necklace.
As we rode through the canyons, through the Devilish cold
I was thinkin' about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.
“I was thinkin' about turquoise” I was thinking about a

gemstone that is produced in South Africa “I was thinkin' about
gold” I was thinking about South Africa, the largest producer of
gold “I was thinkin' about diamonds” I was thinking about
DeBeers diamonds, Dylan’s symbol for South Africa and
apartheid “and the world's biggest necklace” and the South
African Blacks who put burning tires around the necks of
informants working against the African National Congress “As
we rode” as we were sustained and supported “through the
canyons” by the crater, the emptiness of Al’s mind “through
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the Devilish cold” through the fact that he had not gotten a
clue to my views of race and twisted my thoughts around to
support race mixing “cold” as informal (of a seeker) far from
the object of a search “I was thinkin' about Isis, how she
thought I was so reckless” I was thinking about the Left and
how it would have labeled me the same way it did Barry
Goldwater. Goldwater was characterized as being reckless in
regard to United States – Soviet relations. Dylan would be
labeled as being “reckless” when it came to race relations.
“Canyon” as “vacuous” Let Me Die In My Footsteps “Go out in

your country where the land meets the sun / See the craters
and the canyons where the waterfalls run.”
How she told me that one day we would meet up again

And things would be different the next time we wed
If I only could hang on and just be her friend.
I still can't remember all the best things she said.
“How she told me that one day we would meet up again” how
Weberman told me he would bring over the interview he did
with me for editing “And things would be different the next time
we wed” and he would make certain changes the next time we
were joined together in print “If I only could hang on” if I only
could hang on while he changed the tape he used to record a
phone call between us “hang on” as to keep a telephone
connection open “and just be her friend” and continue to talk “I
still can't remember all the best things she said” I still can't
remember all the best things Weberman said because he was
a fucking idiot.
We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice.

He said, "There's a body I'm tryin' to find.
If I carry it out it'll bring a good price."
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind
“We came to the pyramids” we came the hieroglyphics –

Dylan’s poetry “all embedded in ice” which contained pro-
apartheid embedded meaning. “ice” slang diamonds the major
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export of South Africa “He said, ‘There's a body I'm tryin' to

find’” Weberman told me that there’s a body of meaning in my
poetry that he was trying to find, to uncover “If I carry it out it'll
bring a good price” and if I extract this meaning I can get a big
advance from a publisher “'Twas then that I knew what he had
on his mind” it then that I knew he was just another dude with
making a lot of money on his mind.
The wind it was howlin' and the snow was outrageous.

We chopped through the night and we chopped through the
dawn.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
But I made up my mind that I had to go on.
“The wind it was howlin'” the idiotic destructive force was a

howlin’ down the thoughts of other rock critics. Also I thought
the line from All Along the Watchtower 1968 “two riders were
approaching the wind began to howl” was “two writers were
approaching the wind began to howl” and interpreted it as
Dylan, author of Blowin In The Wind and Allen Ginsberg,
author of Howl were coming together at least poetically. Dylan
told Jann Wenner Weberman had ‘Ginsberg mixed up in there
and he couldn’t even hear the words right’ “and the snow was
outrageous” and the references to heroin were well beyond
the bounds of good taste, off the wall “We chopped through
the night” Weberman cut my present poetry into small pieces,
tore it to bits “and we chopped through the dawn” and he
destroyed, tore to pieces, the quality; class, ‘first chop of my
earlier work’ “dawn” a first appearance; a beginning “When he
died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious” after Dylanology,
garbology and Al died out in popularity I was praying that his
ideas would not spread to others causing the same reaction or
emotion in my audience; Al’s stupidity was contagious
catching; infectious “But I made up my mind that I had to go
on” but I made up my mind that I had to continue meeting with
this idiot.
I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty.

There was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd been had.
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When I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly

When I took up his offer I must-a been mad.
“I broke into the tomb” I broke into the prison song writing
business by writing a song about George Jackson as Johnny
Cash did with his song Stuck in Folsom Prison. “but the casket
was empty” but the person I was writing about was of no value
“There was no jewels” there was no jewels of wisdom that
deserved esteem “no nothin'” no one of consequence,
significance, and interest “I felt I'd been had” I felt that I had
been conned into writing a poem about Black Panther George
Jackson “When I saw that my partner” when I realized that my
partner in crime in writing this song, George Jackson “was just
bein' friendly” was just being friendly when he killed at least six
people and was capable of much worse “When I took up his
offer I must-a been mad” when I wrote George Jackson 1971
at Weberman’s request I must have been mad!
“Partner” as partner in crime; Hurricane 1975 “Alfred Bello had

a partner and he had a rap for the cops” Tarantula, “& pay for
your partner & botheration - the shadow of your boss, it is your
felony.”
WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT? (JOURNEY THROUGH DARK
HEAT) 1978
There's a long distance train rolling through the rain,

Tears on the letter I write
There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much
But she's drifting like a satellite
“There’s a long-distance” long distance - a telephone call

made outside the local calling area, a telephone call between
two people who are far apart politically “train” train of thought
“rolling” starting to move or operate “roll” as in the tape was
rolling throughout our conversation “through the rain” through
the period of destruction instigated by the Dylan Liberation
Front “tears on the letter I write” and I express my emotions in
the poems I write. Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie 1961,
“And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head.”
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“There’s a woman I long to touch” there is a person I wish to

how shall I say physically affect with a projectile (Weberman)
“and I miss her so much” but I fail to reach her almost
completely “but she’s drifting” and as a result she’s making the
underlying meaning, import, or purport of what is written by me
as in the drift of a poem “like a satellite” sound like someone
under the influence of Soviet Communism.
“Long-distance” as telephone call.
LONG DISTANCE OPERATOR 1962,
Long-distance operator
Place this call, it’s not for fun
Long-distance operator
Please, place this call, you know it’s not for fun
I gotta get a message to my baby
You know, she’s not just anyone
“Long-distance operator” I am speaking over the phone with a

shrewd and skillful person who knows how to circumvent
restrictions or difficulties and get someone on vinyl “Please,
place this call” please find a slot in your organization for this
song “you know it's not for fun” you know I am dead serious “I
gotta get a message to my baby” I gotta get a message to
White folk “You know, she's not just anyone” just because
Whites comprise a majority of the population does not mean
they should be forgotten.
There's a neon light ablaze in the green smoky haze,

And laughter down on Elizabeth Street
And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone
Where she bathed in a stream of pure heat
“There’s a neon light” there’s a superstar, Tell Me 1983, “Tell

me, do those neon lights blind your eyes?” tell me does
stardom deprive your thoughts of perception and insight?
“ablaze” emotionally aroused; ‘ablaze with anger’ “in this
green” in this new to me but productive “smoky” really quick
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“smoke” to go and proceed at high speed, to smoke

Weberman out “haze” hazing; beating “laughter” ridicule of the
great revolutionary A. J. Weberman “down on Elizabeth
Street” Dylan attacked me on Elizabeth Street between
Bleecker and Houston “And a lonesome bell tone” and the
death bell tolled for A. J. Weberman and the Dylan Liberation
Front as he faced the music; Can’t Escape From You 2008,
“The dead bells are ringing” “in that valley of stone” in the city
street surrounded by brick buildings that became the area
where Weberman would finally be punished, “stoned” “where
she bathed in a stream of pure heat” where that maggot
bathed in a steady flow and succession of punches for a
change rather than bathing in the spotlight or limelight. Also
“pure” as racially pure; ‘pure White heat’.
Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-

wise
but he practiced what he preached from the heart
A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted it to me
the time and the place it would start.
“Her father” “father” a clergyman; One Legged Terry, a

religious Jew “would emphasize you got to be more than
street-wise” would emphasize you have to be more than adept
at surviving in an urban, poor and often criminal environment,
you have to fight back “but he practiced what he preached
from the heart” but Terry, unlike Weberman, carried out in
action what he deeply believed in as he deserted his Army unit
in Germany to fight in the Suez war. “A full-blooded Cherokee”
an Orthodox Jew of unmixed ancestry “he predicted to me the
time and the place that the trouble would start” he told me
Weberman could not stay away from my trash.
There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage

And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
Of a book that nobody write
Oh, where are you tonight?
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“There’s a babe” there’s a really good looking reporter, a

Southern Belle “in the arms of a woman in a rage” being
beaten up by Sara Dylan, feeling Sara Dylan’s powers “And a
longtime golden-haired” and an old style, about to retire
“stripper” photographer, as in strip of film “on stage” acting out
some kind of drama “And she winds back the clock” and Sara
winds back and clocks the reporter “and she turns back” and
she changes the direction of, the speed of, slows down, or
stops entirely the efforts of “the page” a noteworthy or
memorable event: a new page in literary history “of a book that
no one can write” of a book translating my poetry into prose
that Weberman is incapable of writing “Oh, where are you
tonight?
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure,

To live it you have to explode
In the last hour of need, we entirely agreed,
Sacrifice was the code of the road
“The truth” the actual reality of the situation “was obscure” was
not readily noticed or seen; inconspicuous “too profound” too
thoroughgoing; far-reaching “and too pure” too complete; utter
“to live it you have to explode” to experience it you have to
show conventional thinking to be false and unreliable; ‘explode
the hypothesis that murder is evil’ also explode as in become
extremely angry and explode “In that last hour of need” in
somebody's hour of need at a time when someone needs help
to stop a Birthday Party “we entirely agreed” the Mafia and I
made an agreement “sacrifice” killing Weberman “was the
code” was the code as in the Mafia’s code of silence Omerta,
“of the road” of the course or path: the road to peace and
quiet..
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John,

Strong men belittled by doubt
I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were
But she had some way of finding them out
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“I left town” I left the New York City way of thinking “at dawn”
when it dawned on me that Weberman was going to go
through with the Birthday Party “with Marcel and St. John
strong men belittled by doubt” with two made men, strong arm
men, from the Italian Mafia who had come under police and
FBI suspicion because of their Organized Crime connections
“I couldn’t tell her what my private thoughts were” I couldn’t tell
Al that I wanted to have him beaten or whacked “but she had
some way of finding them out” but I got the word that because
the event was going down in Little Italy the mob had an
interest in it.
He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same,

She was waiting putting flowers on the shelf
She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair
And discovered her invisible self
“He took dead-center aim” the bullet was going to hit Al dead
center – I did all I could to eliminate Weberman “but he missed
just the same” but the bullet metaphorically missed him, I
failed in my mission “She was waiting” Weberman had
anticipated my move “putting flowers on the shelf” and
announced that he was aware of it while he was in the midst
of taking the best examples of my work and putting them on
public display. I went on Bob Fass’s WBAI radio show and
accused Dylan of trying to put out a contract on me. That put
an end to that. If anything happened to me suspicion would fall
on Bob. “She could feel my despair” Weberman could sense
that I had become overcome by a sense of futility or defeat “as
I climbed up her hair” sarcastic: as I descended in social
position because of Weberman’s bizarre fixation regarding my
politics “And discovered her invisible self” and discovered a
part of Weberman kept hidden from public view; the secret,
clandestine part wherein he was able to gather intelligence
information.
There's a lion in the road, there's a demon escaped

There's a million dreams gone, there's a landscape being
raped
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As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape

I won't but then again, maybe I might
Oh, if I could just find you tonight.
“There’s a lion” there’s a fierce bestial human being “in the

road” who has injected himself into the course I take in my life
“there’s a demon escaped” there’s a persistently tormenting
person, force, or passion escaped from some mental
institution (perhaps from one for the criminally insane)?
“There’s a million dreams gone” there’s millions of songs that
could have been written that have been destroyed, “there’s a
landscape being raped” someone is going through my trash
“As her beauty fades” as anything I found interesting about
Weberman fades “and I watch her undrape” and I fantasize
about the unveiling of Weberman’s tombstone, a Jewish
tradition “I won’t, but then again, maybe I might” I won’t kill
Weberman but then again maybe I just might “Oh, if I could
just find you tonight” if I could get my hands on Weberman, I
would strangle him.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by

the way
Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees
While the law looks the other way
“I fought with my twin that enemy within” I fought with

something that I had been paired together with, my heroin
addiction “'til both of us fell by the way” till we both ‘fell by the
wayside’ the addiction was no longer active and I was a
Christian, Mathew 13 “and as he sowed, some seeds fell by
the way side” “Horseplay” playing around with heroin “and
disease” and addiction “is killing me by degrees” could kill me
if I overdose; “degree” the relative intensity of a bag of heroin
“while the law” while a certain procedure used to inject heroin
into the bloodstream “looks the other way” looks like it is safe
when it is really not.
Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes,

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The man you were loving couldn't never get clean

It felt outa place, my foot in his face,
But he should-a stayed where his money was green
“Your partners in crime” John Lennon and Yoko Ono, marital

partners who were financing your criminal activities such as
starting riots at the Republican Convention in Miami “hit me up
for nickels and dimes” hit me up for nickel and dime bags of
scag “the man you were loving couldn't never get clean” even
your good buddy John Lennon who you were seeing regularly
was an addict who tried unsuccessfully to go cold turkey. I
was singled out for punishment for using smack by Weberman
because I wasn’t a left-winger! “It felt outa place my foot in his
face” it felt incongruous beating up Weberman, another Jew
“but he should-a stayed where his money was green” but he
should have used his talent for something original rather than
parasiting off of me.
I bit into the root of forbidden fruit

With the juice running down my leg
Then I dealt with your boss, who'd never known about loss
And who always was too proud to beg
“I bit into” tasted “the root” the starting product – raw opium “of
forbidden fruit” of heroin “With the juice” slang; with its
influence “running down” destroying “my leg” my justifiable
and logical basis for defense; support for having done this
“Then I dealt with your boss” then I dealt a drug dealer “who'd
never known about loss” sarcastic: who was unfamiliar with
death and murder “And who always was too proud to beg” and
who would come after you if you didn’t pay him.
There's a white diamond gloom on the dark side of this room

And a pathway that leads up to the stars
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise,
Just remind me to show you the scars.
“There's a white diamond gloom” there’s a belief in White

supremacy and apartheid and an unhappiness that this
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system is not in place in America “on the dark side of this

room” on what you would consider the dark side, the evil,
sinister side of my life, my personality “And a pathway” and a
genetic inheritance “pathway” a sequence of reactions by
which one biological material is converted to another “that
leads up to the stars” that leads to intelligence and Nobel
Prize winners rather than a bunch of dumb, violent Blacks “If
you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise” if you
don’t believe that you will pay a price for this “moral” race-
mixers paradise “Just remind me to show you the scars” just
remind me show you all the people who have been scarred by
Black crime.
There's a new day at dawn and I've finally arrived

If I'm there in the morning, baby, you'll know I've survived
I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm alive
But without you it just doesn't seem right
Oh, where are you tonight?
“There’s a new day at dawn” when I first began to think I

envisioned a different kind of revolution ‘new day’ as in the
Communist song, I Can See A New Day “and I’ve finally
arrived” and I have finally arrived at the truth “If I’m there in the
morning” if I was there at the beginning of the Civil Rights
Movement “baby, you’ll know I’ve survived” you know that no
critic has caught on to my racism “I can’t believe it, I can’t
believe I’m alive” I can’t believe that I am still a viable
commodity, alive in the music world “But without you it just
doesn’t seem right” but without Weberman characterizing me
as a leftist who sold out perhaps someone might have caught
on that the subcontextual meaning is rightwing “Oh, where are
you tonight?”
After he publically converted to Christianity - I know it is hard

to believe - but Dylan seems to have actually expressed
gratitude for my attempts to get him to stop using dope.
SLOW TRAIN 1979
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I had a woman down in Alabama,

She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic,
She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and
straighten out,
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic."
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
I had a woman down in Alabama” I knew someone when I was

enslaved by drugs “She was a backwoods girl” she got my
poetry backwards, making it into a Leftwing diatribe when in
reality I was far to the Right, she played my poetry backwards
and discovered backward masking “but she sure was realistic”
but despite Weberman’s inability to understand my poetry he
was right on about certain things “She said, ‘Boy, without a
doubt, have to quit your messin’ and straighten out’” say boy,
you gots to quit messin’ with dope, get yourself straight son!
“You could die down here, be just another accident statistic”
you could OD and become just another dead rock star
“There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend” there’s
an idea that took a long time to take hold “around the bend”
coming to cure my insanity. When someone is “around the
bend” they are nuts.
“Backwards” as backward masking; I played “Oh winds which

rush my tail to thee so it may flow and be” from If Dogs Run
Free 1970 backwards and came up with “If Mars invades us”
and I played “Ain’t no reason to go into town” from Time
Passes Slowly 1970 backwards and came up with ‘Don’t
expose me.’ CLICK
I asked Dylan about this during the Weberman / Dylan

Telephone Conversation and he said, “I never said ‘don’t
expose me’ in New Morning what’s that?” I told him “You play
a part of it backwards…” and he responded, “And it says ‘don’t
expose me’? Oh fuck man Jesus why don’t you play an Andy
Williams record backwards?” A. J.: “You know that it is there
as well as I do because you put it there!” Dylan sighed twice. I
sent news of this to Jann Wenner and it was covered by
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Rolling Stone. It was the first reported instance of backward

masking.
He saw an animal leavin' a muddy trail

Real dirty face and a curly tail.
He wasn't too small and he wasn't too big.
"Ah, think I'll call it a pig."
“He saw an animal” Dylan observed a human considered with

respect to his physical, as opposed to spiritual, nature “leavin'
a muddy trail” leaving a muddy confused, as if turbid with mud;
cloudy in mind, dull, stupid trailing of articles and activities
“Real dirty face” a real dirty Jew “and a curly tail” who told a
contemptuous tale about me. Also from an Orthodox
background, ‘curly tail’ as in side locks. “He wasn't too small”
he was not limited in importance or significance; trivial Went to
See the Gypsy 1970 “I went down to the lobby / To make a
small call out” “and he wasn't too big” Informal, widely liked,
used, or practiced; popular "Ah, think I'll call it a pig."
“Pig” as journalist, critic and A. J. Weberman; during a tape-
recorded telephone conversation between myself and Dylan,
Dylan jokingly stated that he was going to write a song about
me, and many a true word is said in jest. I told him, “Awww,
you don’t stand behind anything you say, man.” “Sure I do.”
“You don’t stand behind your old songs, man, that’s for sure.”
“Man, I’m gonna do an article on you. I think I want to write a
song about you, too.” “Well, I could use the publicity.” “Yeah,
well, that’s one reason why I am not, but I got a good song if I
ever want to do one.” “What’s it called?” “It’s called Pig.” “I’m a
pig, eh?” “Yeah” “Ah, bullshit I’m a pig, man.” “Yeah, man.”
“You’re the one who’s a pig.” “Oh no, not at all, not at all, I
don’t think I want to write it, just because of that publicity thing,
I don’t dig that at all, but I got the song, man, I’ll sing it for you.
Well, I don’t have it finished actually, but ah…”
By 1980 I had less contact with the Youth International Party

and more with the Jewish Defense Organization. I began to
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participate in the fight against Nazism, which was what drew

me to the Left in the first place, having been born a Jew in
1945 right after the Holocaust. The Jewish Defense
Organization is based on the principles of Zev Jabotinsky, who
Dylan made reference to in Tough Mama 1973. Dylan and I
came closest to accord on this issue, however, as was to be
expected, Dylan’s commitment to Israel “was over pretty fast.”
One would think that almost fifteen years after the fact Dylan
would have forgotten about A. J. Weberman? Dylan was
convinced that he would soon be rid of me once and for all:
WHEN THE NIGHT COMES FALLING FROM THE SKY 1985
Look out across the fields, see me returning,

Smoke is in your eye, you draw a smile.
From the fireplace where my letters to you are burning,
You'll have time to think about it for a while.
“Look out across the fields” look out across the battlefield, look
out across your pot fields, your field of pot dealing “see me
returning” and see me returning to haunt you “Smoke is in
your eye” marijuana is on your brain “you draw” attract “a
smile” approval from your customers “From the fireplace
where my letters to you are burning” from the urgent
messages I have been sending, from the place where I
destroy earlier drafts of my work so you cannot retrieve them
in my garbage “You’ll have time to think about it for a while”
you’ll have plenty of prison time to think about my warnings
because you are going to be in prison for quite a while.
Well, I've walked two hundred miles, now look me over,

It's the end of the chase and the moon is high.
It won't matter who loves who,
You'll love me or I'll love you
When the night comes falling from the sky.
“Well, I've walked two hundred miles” well I have never gotten
busted for years “walk” to avoid criminal prosecution or
conviction – I walked on a technicality “now look me over” now
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you have to admit this “It's the end of the chase” the Feds are
after you “and the moon is high” and the bootlegging
continues, the moonshine is getting sold “It won't matter who
loves who” it won’t matter if you love someone or not in prison
“You'll love me or I'll love you” because you will be raped
“When the night comes falling sky” when the authority of the
highest order, God, reeks His vengeance upon you.
I can see through your walls and I know you're hurting,

Sorrow covers you up like a cape.
Only yesterday I know that you've been flirting
With disaster that you managed to escape.
“I can see through your walls” I can penetrate your and

security, your wall of silence “and I know you're hurting” I
realize you are still hurting for revenge “Sorrow covers Europe
like a cape” Nazism covers Europe as if it were one country
jutting out into the Atlantic “Only yesterday I know that you've
been flirting” only recently I heard that you have been
behaving carelessly “With disaster” with ruin and misfortune, a
federal indictment “that you managed” that you made
submissive to your persuasion, kept things in check “to
escape” and was able to avoid it.
I can't provide for you no easy answers,

Who are you that I should have to lie?
You'll know all about it, love
It'll fit you like a glove
“I can’t provide for you no easy answers” I can’t prepare to

answer a question that will arise when you are in prison “Who
are you that I should have to lie?” you think I am going to put
myself in a position where I am subject homosexual rape, lie
as in assume a prone position “You'll know all about it, love”
you will learn about homosexual rape “It'll fit you like a glove” it
will fit you like an anal cavity search, like a big black dick up
your ass “When the night comes falling from the sky” after you
get incarcerated.
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I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river

You must have been protecting someone last time I called.
I've never asked you for nothing you couldn't deliver
I've never asked you to set yourself up for a fall.
“I can hear your” I can hear Weberman’s “trembling” full of fear

and anxiety “heart” his most important and essential part
“beat” beat the drum for freedom “like a river” in great
abundance “You must have been protecting someone” you
must have been acting as your own lawyer “last time I called”
the last time I called to order marijuana or while a mutual
friend, perhaps Lord Oliver Foot, called in while I listened “I've
never asked you for nothing you couldn't deliver” all I asked
you for was some weed which you could have easily delivered
wherein you asked me for something I could not deliver, as
one delivers a performance, you asked me to deliver
revolutionary songs when I did not believe in them. Not only
that but they would have brought the heat down on me “I've
never asked you to set yourself up for a fall” and I never asked
you to deliberately get yourself busted, however, this is what
you were asking me to do when you wanted me to be part of
the anti-war movement while I was addicted to heroin and
subject to arrest.
“Protection” as an attorney “I Shall Be Released 1967,

They say ev’ry man needs protection
They say ev’ry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall
“They say every man needs protection / They say that every
man must fall” they say every connection needs a good
attorney, they say every man must take a fall, slang for getting
arrested “But I swear I see my reflection” but I swear I see my
connection “somewhere so high above this wall” on the street
and wasted. When The Night Comes Falling From the Sky
continues,
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I saw thousands who could have overcome the darkness

For the love of a lousy buck, I've watched them die.
Stick around, baby, we're not through
Don't look for me, I'll see you
“I saw thousands who could have overcome the darkness” I

saw thousands who could have gained insight into the true
nature of the American Negro “For the love of a lousy buck”
but because the one who translated my poetry was a dirty
buck Black-lover “I've watched them die” I've watched these
thoughts die out in America “Stick around, baby, we're not
through” Weberman continue to take a stab at understanding
my poetry, don’t get stuck, stabbed with an improvised knife, a
shiv, good buddy “Don't look for me” don’t expect me to be
there “I'll see you” but you will be “When the night comes
falling from the sky.”
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection

It was on the northern border of Texas where I crossed the
line.
I don't want to be a fool starving for affection
I don't want to drown in someone else's wine.
“In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection” in your

sorrowful emotional thoughts about the Holocaust I can see
some ideas that I reflected upon when I was in the Jewish
Defense League and wanted to join the squad that beat up
Nazis, ideas that we have in common “It was on the northern
border of Texas where I crossed the line” it was the Holocaust
in Germany that caused me cross certain moral demarcations
and brought me into contact with the violence-prone Jewish
Defense League “I don't want to be a fool starving for
affection” I don't want to be an obsequious Jewish politician
begging the gentiles for their affection “I don't want to drown” I
don’t want to be killed as the Egyptians were “in someone
else's” in the Jewish establishment’s “wine” whine, childish
protest, I do not want to fall victim to a Jewish leadership
similar to that of the European Jews during the Holocaust.
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For all eternity I think I will remember

That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
You will seek me and you'll find me
In the wasteland of your mind
“For all eternity I think I will remember” contradictory sentence

construction “for all eternity” and “I think I will” someday I will
forget about “That icy” that murderous “ice” slang, to kill;
murder “wind” that which disrupts and destroys “that's howling”
that’s making a loud derisive call: the howls of an angry mob.
“in your eye” in your mind; that deathly destructive force that
shifted against the Jews; what happened to the Jews at the
hands of Hitler “You will seek me” if you continue to
investigate my poetry “and you'll find me” you will discover “In
the wasteland of your mind” that I am not that much different
than T. S. Eliot in my evaluation of the Jews “When the night
comes falling from the sky” when it finally dawns upon you
what my poetry is about.
T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound: Desolation Row 1965

Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody’s shouting
“Which Side Are You On?”
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
“Praise be to Nero's Neptune” praise be to Capitalism.

Tarantula, “look down oh great Romantic. you who can predict
from every position, you who know that everybody's not a Job
or a Nero nor a J.C. Penney.” “The Titanic sails at dawn” the
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disastrous Communist revolution is beginning to sweep

through the world “And everybody's shouting ‘Which Side Are
You On?’" and everyone is moving to the Left. Which Side Are
You On is an old union song. “And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot”
and two Jew hating Fascist poets “Fighting in the captain's
tower” are towering figures leading the fight to preserve
Western culture and the White race “While calypso singers
laugh at them” while a bunch of Blacks ridicule them “And
fishermen hold flowers” and Jews display the best examples
of their leftist or liberal art “Between the windows of the sea”
and win the faith of a great deal of humanity “Where lovely
mermaids flow” where leftist singers like Joan Baez enjoy
popularity “And nobody has to think too much about
Desolation Row” and no one gives serious consideration to
the fact that folk music is furthering Communism.
“Mermaid” as Joan Baez; Tarantula “crippled mermaid singing

& listen that's her singing now & she meows too… sweet
cookbooks / dark Scary, the weeper at the drop of anybody's
hat but his, sentimental yes.”
“Neptune” as Capitalism; Tarantula,
& into the march now where tab hunter leads with his
thunderbird / pearl bailey stomps him against a buick & where
poverty, a perfection of neptune's unused clients plays hide &
seek & escaping into the who goes there?
“& into the march now” into the truth about the Freedom Now!
Civil Rights Movement “where tab hunter” where a freeloading
Black “tab” informal as in bill or check, such as one for a meal
in a restaurant. “Hunter” as someone who seeks something.
Tab Hunter was also an actor “leads with his thunderbird” is in
charge and is carrying a bottle of cheap Thunderbird wine, a
typical drunken bum “pearl bailey stomps him” a rich Black
convinces him through song and dance “against a buick &”
into buying a Cadillac on credit “& where poverty” and where
welfare “a perfection of” perfected by “neptune's unused
clients” capitalisms superfluouos people who become welfare
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clients “plays hide & seek” becomes a mugger “& escaping” as

a result there is a gradual outflowing of the Black community
“into the who goes there?” into prison. Who goes there?
Mostly Blacks.
Dylan had this to say about Pound and Eliot in Chronicles,
In [Archibald MacLeish’s] letter, he made mention of some

lines in a song of mine that places T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound
symbolically fighting in a captain's tower. “Pound and Eliot
were too scholastic, weren't they?” he says. What I know
about Pound is that he was a Nazi sympathizer in World War
II and did anti-American broadcasts from Italy. I never did read
him. I liked T. S. Eliot. He was worth reading. Archie says, ‘I
knew them both. Hard men. We have to go through them. But
I know what you mean when you say they are fighting in a
captain's tower.’
Tarantula, “a blond that looks like ezra pound.” WHEN THE

NIGHT COMES FALLING FROM THE SKY continues,
Well, I sent you my feelings in a letter

But you were gambling for support.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better
When my memory is not so short.
“Well, I sent you my feelings in a letter” well I told you exactly

what I believe in a message embedded in my poetry “But you
were gambling for support” but you were engaging in reckless
and hazardous behavior to support your cause “This time
tomorrow I'll know you better” in the distant future I might
understand what you are really about “When my memory is
not so short” after the bad taste in my mouth left as a result of
my experiences with you disappears.
This time I'm asking for freedom

Freedom from a world which you deny.
And you'll give it to me now
I'll take it anyhow
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When the night comes falling from the sky
“This time I’m asking for freedom” this time it is I, instead of

the African-Americans, who is asking for liberation from
oppression. I also hear “this time arrested for freedom.” This
time arrested for the freedom sell pot “Freedom from a world
that you deny” freedom from a world, the drug world, that you
deny to me; I Threw It All Away 1969, “Love is all there is” junk
is all there is “Love and only love it can’t be denied” heroin and
only heroin you cannot deny yourself its pleasure “And you'll
give it to me now” and just like the Blacks, I want FREEDOM
to get high NOW! “I'll take it anyhow” and just like Blacks if you
refuse I will take it by any means necessary “When the night
comes falling from the sky” while you languish in prison as is
God’s wish.
Dylan knew me better than I knew myself. He knew I lived on

the edge. In order to prevent the night from fallin’ from the sky
in October 1985 I went into exile in the Land of Israel where I
was granted citizenship under the Law of Return. A FBI and
IRS informer had lied and told his handlers I was putting out
contracts on Nazi war criminals living in America. On August
15, 1985, a neighbor alerted the Nazi war criminal Tscherim
Soobzokov his car was on fire outside his home. When he
opened his door, a pipe bomb exploded, ripping into the 60-
year-old's lower right leg. He died two weeks later. The Jewish
Defense Organization, of which I was a founder, had been
demonstrating outside his home prior to the event. A month
later, a similar bombing occurred in front of the Long Island
home of Elmars Sprogis. The JDO had demonstrated there
too! Sprogis wasn't hit, but a rock musician who warned him
lost his leg. Bruce Springsteen later did a benefit for this
musician. A bombing against an Arab-American center in
California followed where Alex Odeh was martyred. All the
bombs were of the same materials, federal records say.
Although I had no prior knowledge of these events I was the
subject of an investigation by the Narco-Terrorism Committee
of the United States House of Representatives, the Criminal
Investigation Division of the IRS and a special 20-agent task
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force of the FBI. It was not long before these investigative

agencies realized that I never gave anyone any money to rid
America of genocidal scum, not to that degree anyway. During
its investigation, the IRS discovered that I did not file taxes
during the Vietnam War years. That however, was resolved
after an associate of mine agreed to testify against Lyndon
LaRouche and I agreed to pay back taxes. I returned to the
United States around September 1986 and the actor, Steven
Segal, helped me get my business back.
Dylan knew every detail of my travail via his spy, the late Lord
Oliver Foot, the nephew of Michael Foot, the former head of
the British Labor Party. Oliver was born in 1946, in Kingston,
Jamaica, the son of Sir Hugh Foot, later Lord Caradon. He
was a cowboy in Wyoming, the director of a hippy theatre
company in Cornwall that dramatized Cornish legends with the
aid of giant puppets, and a lobbyist for the International Union
for Ladies' Garment Makers in New York. In 1975 after a
conversion to evangelical Christianity he joined L'Abri
Fellowship, an international Christian group. He often
preached in his local churches in Cornwall and Jamaica. I met
Oliver through the late James Wilde, a war correspondent for
Time Magazine. Oliver ran Project Orbis, a group that trained
doctors to cure blindness in Third World Countries. Orbis has
treated more than 4.4 million blind people and trained more
than 154,000 eye-care professionals in more than 85
countries worldwide, and Foot helped to raise more than $200
million for the charity. Both Dylan and I were contributors to
Project Orbis. The Times of London reported, “He had a wide
circle of close but socially disparate friends.” Oliver loved to
get high and bought pot from me. Unfortunately he had
purchased marijuana from me using personal checks and
when the IRS retrieved all my bank records Oliver was
interviewed by the Bureau. He told them he had purchased
books from me, however, they did not believe him and told
him to come into FBI Headquarters for questioning. He took
the Fifth and the FBI let him go, praising the work that he did.
It was not until 2006 that Oliver told me he was close friends
with Dylan. The last time I talked to Oliver he wanted to cop
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amphetamine as he had a lot of work to do that involved

staying up for long hours. I told him that amphetamine was a
dangerous drug and I was opposed to its distribution. On
February 6, 2008 Oliver died of an overdose of crack cocaine.
When I returned from Israel I found that Dylan had composed
this song:
CONGRATULATIONS OCTOBER 1988
Congratulations for breaking my heart

Congratulations for tearing it all apart
Congratulations you finally did succeed
Congratulations for leaving me in need
“Congratulations for breaking my heart” mazeltov for

“breaking” for destroying rather than finding the solution and
key to; ‘breaking the code’ of my poetry “Congratulations for
tearing it all apart” sarcastic; congratulations for separating the
words in my poetry in your quest to understand their meaning
and in the process destroying the beauty of the poetry “Tear”
is a recurrent word when Dylan makes reference to my work,
but he fails to provide me with a viable alternative.
“Congratulations you finally did succeed” sarcastic;
congratulations you failed “Congratulations for leaving me in
need” congratulations for leaving me in need of someone who
could actually do this.
This morning I looked out my window and found

A bluebird singing but there was no one around
At night I lay alone in my bed
With an image of you goin' around in my head
“This morning I looked out my window and found” recently I

looked into the window of your life a mutual friend provides me
with and I discovered “A bluebird singing” a performer was
singing “but there was no one around” but Weberman was no
longer around to listen to him! “At night I lay alone in my bed”
when I get high, Lay Lady Lay 1969, “Lay Lady Lay, lay across
my big brass bed, stay lady stay, stay while the night is still a
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head” “With an image of you” with some poem I wrote about

you “goin' around in my head”.
“Bluebird” as singer; to the Left in Up To Me 1974, “Everything

went from bad to worse, money [my talent] never changed a
thing, Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard
your bluebird sing.”
Congratulations for bringing me down

Congratulations now I'm sorrow bound
Congratulations you got a good deal
Congratulations how good you must feel
“Congratulations for bringing me down” thanks for being a total

buzz kill and returning to the United States “Congratulations
now I'm sorrow bound” congratulations you are homeward
bound and I am sorrow bound “Congratulations you got a
good deal” US Attorney and Criminal Division head William
Weld gave you a good deal “Congratulations how good you
must feel” congratulations how good you must feel not to have
to go a federal prison.
I guess that I must have loved you more than I ever knew
My world is empty now cause it don't have you
And if I had just one more chance to win your heart again
I would do things differently but what's the use to pretend
“I guess” now I can only conjecture “that I must have loved

you more than I ever knew” that it was a mistake to have let
you live “My world is empty now cause it don't have you” my
entire life lacks substance, meaning and purpose since it don’t
have, in the sense of have at to attack Weberman “And if I had
just one more chance to win your heart again” and if I had
another chance to put a bullet in your heart again “I would do
things differently” I would go through with it this time “but
what's the use to pretend” but what’s the use to fantasize.
Congratulations for making me wait

Congratulations now it's too late
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Congratulations you came out on top

Congratulations you never did know when to stop
“Congratulations for making me wait” mazeltov for taming “the

lion in my cage” and making me postpone your demise
“Congratulations now it's too late” congratulations now it’s all
water under the bridge and nothing can change the past, even
your death “Congratulations you came out on top”
congratulations you came out in a successful position
“Congratulations you never did know when to stop”
congratulations you never knew when to stop dealing reefer,
stop fighting Nazis, stop being an extremist. Also stop and not
have the 30th Birthday Party.
TWEETER & THE MONKEY MAN 1988
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash

They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
“Tweeter” Dylan the folksinger without a bass line “tweeter” a

loudspeaker that reproduces higher audio frequency sounds
“and the Monkey Man” and the folksinger who imitated Woody
Guthrie “monkey” to imitate or mimic; ape “were hard up for
cash” wanted to be like Johnny Cash but could not be so
“They stayed up all night” so they played in underground
Greenwich Village venues “selling cocaine” selling songs like
Cocaine Blues “and hash” and re-workings and restatements
of already familiar material that would appeal to the folk music
crowd “To an undercover cop” whose members including one
A. J. Weberman, a pig “who had a sister named Jan” who was
part of the Civil Rights Movement “sister” a African-American
woman or girl involved in the struggle for racial equality “For
reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man” sarcastic; it
was easily explained, Dylan wrote songs like Blowin’ In The
Wind 1963 that she believed were anti-racist.
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam

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And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn

They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey
Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99
“Tweeter” Dylan the rock and roll musician without a baseline

“was a boy scout” was a patriotic nationalist Tarantula “he'll be
teaching a boy scout the Ten Commandments” “before she
went to Vietnam” before he came to Communist-controlled
New York City “And found out the hard way” and learned
through his own experience “nobody gives a damn” that no
one cared what he was as long as he entertained them “They
knew that they found freedom” Tweeter and the Monkey Man;
Dylan the civil rights advocate Communist cow-tower and his
cheap Woody Guthrie knockoff counterpart knew that they had
found something to exploit that would make them famous, the
desire of the Blacks for freedom “just across the Jersey Line”
and that the best place to do this was in the North, in New
York City “So they hopped” jumped on the bandwagon “into a
stolen car took Highway 99” and publically hooked up with the
domestic Communists.
“Vietnam” as a communist controlled area; Liner Notes to
Highway 61 Revisited 1966,
“then he rips off his blanket an' suddenly becomes a middle-

aged druggist up for district attorney he starts screaming at
me you're the one. you're the one that's been causing all them
riots over in vietnam. immediately turns t' a bunch of people
an' says if elected, he'll have me electrocuted publicly on the
next fourth of july”.
“Jersey Line” as New York City; Liner Notes To Desire 1976,

“like a dancing bullet thru the secret streets of a hot New
Jersey night filled with venom and wonder” like a singing
militant in the mythical streets of a hot New York
entertainment scene filled with hatred for Bob Dylan then
suddenly filled with wonder.
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“Car thieves” as Communist revolutionaries, Tarantula; “cant

you figure out all this commie business for yourself? you
know, like how long can car thieves terrify the nation?”
Tarantula, “the hopped up table of worldly wiggies &
unpatriotics & the slut madonna with her squatter's rights &
everybody sexy” crazy “& picking on the car thieves.”
The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man

Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on
the hill
“The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man” A. J.

Weberman, the pig, never trusted Dylan even when he was a
Communist icon Woody Guthrie knockoff “Even back in
childhood he wanted to see him in the can” and if he could
have, he would have gone through Bobby Zimmerman’s trash
in Hibbing, Minnesota, and literally “seen him in the can” he
also wanted Dylan locked up “Jan got married at fourteen” the
leftist Civil Rights Movement became closely associated with
the 14th Amendment to the United States Constitution that
provides a broad definition of citizenship, overruling Dred
Scott v. Sandford (1857) which had excluded slaves, and their
descendants, from possessing Constitutional rights. The 14th
Amendment was used in the mid-20th century to dismantle
racial segregation in the United States, as in Brown v. Board
of Education (1954) “to a racketeer named Bill” to the
Democratic Party, that was often controlled by Organized
Crime in urban areas and that pushed the civil rights bill “She
made secret calls” she made secret claims on a person's time
and life; ‘The call of duty’ “to the Monkey Man” to Dylan the
Woody Guthrie clone “from a mansion on the hill” and told him
to come to Washington D.C. to sing at the August 1963
historical civil rights gathering at the Lincoln Memorial
adjoining Capitol Hill.
It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel

They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
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The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a

liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire
“It was out on thunder road” it was on a perilous course to

oblivion Joan Baez in Concert, Part 2 (liner notes) “Hangin'
heavy like a thunder cloud / In the dawn a t'morrow's rain”
“Tweeter at the wheel” Dylan the folksinger making the
records, promoting revolution, in charge “They crashed into
paradise” they moved noisily so as to cause damage to
Socialist thinking as in ‘workers paradise’ “they could hear
them tires” they could hear them records “squeal” betray this
fact: On their superficial level Dylan’s poem advocated
“peace” and “civil rights” but in their subcontextual they
advocated just the opposite “The undercover cop pulled up
and said ‘Everyone of you's a liar’” Weberman came on the
scene after he thought Dylan had sold out principles he never
had and in a Brooklyn accent said you didn’t really believe in
what youse was singing cause if you really believed it you
would have acted on it “If you don't surrender now” and if you
don’t give over and resign yourself to something, as pertains
to your politics, be what I perceived as a left-winger again “it's
gonna go down to the wire” I am going to give derogatory
information on you to the wire services like the Associated
Press.
An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behind

Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory
“An ambulance” great literature (Ernest Hemingway was an

ambulance driver in Italy during World War I) “rolled up” ended
as in roll up an operation “a state trooper close behind” a
member of the Socialist State musical troop like Pete Seeger
on his case “Tweeter took his gun away” Dylan the folksinger
took his acoustic guitar away “and messed up his mind” and
angered the Communist Commissar types “The undercover
cop was left” Weberman was left to pursue his Leftist agenda
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“tied up” tethered “to a tree” to his punishment rather than “tied
up” with a belt around his arm. When I asked Bob if I could
drop off a copy of an interview I did with him on a Saturday he
told me “I’m all tied up for the weekend.” “Near the souvenir
stand” near Dylan’s old relics and keepsakes, his protest
songs, where he took a leftist political stand, near his garbage
can where Weberman dug up souvenirs, keepsakes “by the
old abandoned factory” next to where Dylan once mass
produced on an assembly line basis, cranked out, these Old
Left classics.
“Ambulance” as great literature; Tarantula, “the lawrence welk

people. under the window, they're running the city planning
division & they hibernate” & feeding their summers by
conversing with poor people's shadows & other ambulance
drivers.” Desolation Row 1966 “And the only sound that's Left”
and the only music that is left “After the ambulances go” after
the true literary geniuses have left the scene “Is Cinderella
sweeping up” is Bob Dylan enjoying an overwhelming victory
or success “On Desolation Row” in the desolate word of folk
music.
PLEDGING MY TIME 1966
Well, they sent for the ambulance

And one was sent
Somebody got lucky
But it was an accident
Now I’m pledging my time to you
Hopin’ you’ll come through, too
“Well, they sent for the ambulance” the Left sent for someone
who could create great literature like Ernest Hemingway “And
one was sent” and Dylan appeared “Somebody got lucky” the
Left was fortunate to have him writing songs for them “But it
was an accident” but was a result of a lack of intention; purely
chance, not because he believed in the ideas of the Left “Now,
I'm pledging” now I am guaranteeing by a solemn binding
promise; ‘a loyalty oath’ Also “I pledge allegiance to the flag of
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the United States of America” “my time to you” my life and

work to White people “Hopin' you'll come through too” hoping
that you will reciprocate.
Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit

He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught
“Next day the undercover cop was hot” soon A. J. Weberman

became aroused with intense interest, excitement and
controversy “in pursuit” and engaged in an activity, such as a
vocation carried out regularly; namely going through my
garbage “He was taking the whole thing personal” he was
more interested in my personal affects “He didn't care about
the loot” he didn’t care about the poetry, the politics “Jan had
told him many times it was you to me who taught” the militants
had reminded Weberman many times that Weberman had
himself made this a rule, “In Jersey” in liberal New York City
“anything's legal as long as you don't get caught” even going
through someone’s trash is acceptable behavior as long as
you are smart enough to get away with it. “By any means
necessary” was a Black Panther slogan.
Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas

The undercover cop had cornered them said
Boy, you didn't think that this could last
Jan jumped out of bed said, there's someplace I gotta go
She took a gun out of the drawer and said it's best if you don't
know
“Someplace by Rahway prison” some place near the prison

where Rubin Hurricane Carter was incarcerated. Dylan wrote
a song about Rubin Hurricane Carter in 1975 however this is a
reference George Jackson 1971 “they ran out of gas” slang
they ran out of rightwing revolutionary spirit “The undercover
cop that cornered them” Weberman who put Dylan in a
dangerous position from which escape is difficult a tight corner
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“said Boy, you didn't think that this could last” said you didn’t
think you could go on with this con, exploiting the Blacks and
not doing anything for them in return “Jan jumped out of bed”
the Civil Rights Movement came to life again and “said there's
someplace I gotta go / She took a gun out of the drawer” she
took a guitar out of the formula she used to draw a crowd “and
said it's best if you don't know” and said it is best that you
don’t know the truth about George Jackson.
“Gas” as revolutionary spirit. Tarantula,
“proper hitchhiking with the gas mask on & thumbing the

queens, the paul reveres & meet Nick the Nail for he exists &
he's real like Sing Sing &”
“proper hitchhiking” catching a ride to success the traditional

folk musician way “with the gas mask on” by pretending to
possess a leftwing revolutionary spirit “& thumbing the
queens” and ridiculing the establishment.
Tarantula, “she turning into twenty-three” Dylan in 1962 “& you

concluding that even gas masks can be worn in freedom” and
Dylan concluding pretending to be a revolutionary was
compatible with America values “but who are you really talking
& thinking about when you discuss your destiny? your
problem? your freedom?” Tarantula,
“outside, however after the tear gas disappears, we find that

the leprechaun's got his hand in a bandage & his beard's gone
& the mayor, we find out, is home making urgent phone calls
to cardinal Spellman”
Returning to Tweeter And The Monkey Man,

The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a
shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"
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“The undercover cop was found face down in a field” Dylan

outdid Weberman when it came to the field of revolutionary
Blacks, Weberman was found “in a ditch, flies buzzin’ round
his eyes” as in Idiot Wind “The monkey man was on the river
bridge” the Woody Guthrie knockoff was up to his old literary
tricks once again “using Tweeter as a shield” using his folk
music credentials as a decorative emblem that served to
identify an organization “Jan said to the Monkey Man” the anti-
racist figure told Dylan “I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl” I am
not fooled by Dylan the folksinger’s contempt for the pigs “I
knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl” I knew
him when he was still living in Hibbing, Minnesota, before he
came to New York City, when he was a racist.
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again

I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was
on
“Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again” now New
York City is peaceful once again “I'm sitting in a gambling
club” I am back in a folk club “called the Lion's Den” which is a
place or state of extreme disadvantage, antagonism and
hostility. Chronicles, “I wanted to tell him that life itself has
turned into a prowling lion.” “The TV set” the topical song
about George Jackson has “been blown up” caused a flap, a
full blown scandal “every bit of it is gone” every short scene or
episode in that theatrical performance, such as the use of the
word “shit” caused it to be real gone, far-out “Ever since the
nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on” ever I
brought this case to national attention.
I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun

There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometime I think of Jan
Sometime I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man
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“I guess I'll go to Florida” I think I will espouse conservative

politics out in California; Poor Boy 2001, “Time and love has
branded me with its claws / Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them
Georgia laws.” Georgia as a Republic in the Soviet Union.
Also this has shades of Ratso Rizzo from the movie Midnight
Cowboy “and get myself some sun” make myself into a person
whose actions and opinions strongly influence the course of
events “There ain't no more opportunity here everything's
been done” I did what I could to get the undercover cop off my
back “Sometimes I think of Tweeter” sometimes I think of
Dylan the folksinger “sometimes I think of Jan” sometimes of
that whole Civil Rights episode “Sometimes I don't think about
nothing but the Monkey Man” but the character that obsesses
me the most is the Monkey Man.
Not only could Bob Dylan write allegorical poems about a

mythological character who forced his way into his life, but he
could find traditional folk songs that mirrored the Dylan /
Weberman literary relationship. These lyrics, with just a few
very minor changes, fit into the system of lesser used
meanings of words and symbolism Dylan previously created.
When you have the ability to memorize a song after hearing it
only once like Bob Dylan you are able to amass the most
extensive repertoire of any living performer and chose a song
that it appropriate to a situation it was not written for.
DIAMOND JOE 1992
Now there's a man you'll hear about

Most anywhere you go
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe.
“Now there's a man you'll hear about” now there’s a man who
still gets publicity “Most anywhere you go” throughout the
world “And his holdings are in Texas” and the beliefs he holds
are a result of the Holocaust in Europe “And his name is
Diamond Joe” and his name is A. J. Weberman, some
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average Joe as in “Joe the plumber” who thinks he has an all

encompassing knowledge of my poetry!
And he carries all his money

In a diamond-studded jar.
He never took much trouble
With the process of the law.
“And he carries” and he places before the public in print and in

broadcast “all his money” all of his talent “In a diamond-
studded jar” in way that he hopes will jar people’s thinking
about racism. Chronicles, “His voice could jar a corpse,
always leave you muttering to yourself something like, ‘Man, I
don't believe it.’” “He never took much trouble / With the
process of the law” and he never took much trouble with a
summons or writ ordering a defendant to appear in court.
Weberman was not afraid of being sued or arrested.
I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,

Did offer him my hand,
He gave a string of horses
So old they could not stand.
“I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys” I once sold Al some of my

records “Did offer him my hand” and I offered him my style of
writing “He gave me a string of horses” but he gave me a
string of candidates for interpretation “So old they could not
stand” that were based on the Dylan he believed was an Old
Leftist and could not stand up after logical examination, they
could not endure.
And I nearly starved to death, boys,

He did mistreat me so,
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
“And I nearly starved to death, boys” and he nearly forced me

into a state of death by starving me for the truth “He did
mistreat me so” he did abuse my poetry in his prose “treat” to
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deal with in writing “And I never saved a dollar” and I never

sounded like an American. Tarantula, “the united states is Not
soundproof - you might think that nothing can reach those tens
of thousands living behind the wall of dollar.” “In the pay of
Diamond Joe” in the payback of A. J. Weberman.
Now his bread it was corn dodger

And his meat you couldn't chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw.
“Now his bread” now his bread and butter “it was corn” it was
corny, dated “dodger” small yippie, zippie, leftist printed
handbills, underground newspapers “And his meat” and the
essence, substance, and gist of his translations “you couldn't
chaw” you couldn’t even meditate on, ponder on, because
what he was saying was that far out “Nearly drove me crazy”
he nearly made me lose my sense of moderation and made
me want to kill him “With the waggin' of his jaw” with his
jabbering about the Third World.
“Jaw” appears in the ghostwritten Old Jaw Bone performed by

The Band in Music from the Big Pink;
Oh, Jawbone, why dont'cha go home?
Oh, Jawbone, where is it you belong?
Boostin' and goin' out on the lam,
Ya know that you'll steal anything that you can.
Temptation stands just behind the door,
So what you wanna go and open it for?
“Oh, jawbone, why dont'cha go home?” Oh Weberman, why

don’t you reach your goal? “Oh, jawbone, where is it you
belong?” Weberman you belong in the nuthouse “Boostin’”
shootin’ dope; boost, slang to inject a drug “and goin’ out on
the lam” and escaping, hiding “Ya know that you’ll steal” you
know you will present or use my words or ideas as your own
“anything that you can” with anything that you are capable of
understanding “Temptation stands just behind the door” the
temptation to say I am a heroin addict rather than I am in my
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“current bag” is waiting for you to take the opportunity to do so

“So what you wanna go and open it for?” so why mess with it
in the first place?
The song also contains lines like, “Ya keep on runnin’”

Weberman, you keep on running with a leftwing crowd “and
hidin’ your face” and hiding your Jewish identity “Spreadin’
your heat all over the place” bringing me to the attention of the
authorities all over the place “Oh, jawbone, revenge stays on
your mind” Oh Weberman, revenge for what in your mind is
my having abandoned the Left causes you to obsess. “Oh,
jawbone, you been doin’ too much time” Weberman you have
listening to The Times They Are A Changin’ too often, you
have imprisoned yourself in the Left for too long.
In The Hitter, an allegorical autobiography of Bob Dylan,

Bruce Springsteen also used the “jaw” metaphor writing from
the first person point of view as Bob Dylan:
I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud

Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our
blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
'Till I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone
“I fought champion Jack Thompson” I fought the champion of

the Left A. J. Weberman “in a field full of mud” in a battlefield,
in a field as an area of specialization full of mudslinging “Rain
poured” hate, destruction was profuse “through the tent”
through the revival like atmosphere created by Weberman
“and spread to the canvas” and spread to the historical
narrative, the background against which events unfold, it
became part of history “and mixed with our blood” and
became part of both of our Jewish heritages that two Jews
would go at it “In the twelfth I slipped my tongue” ultimately I
passed the meaning of my poetic language gradually, easily,
and imperceptibly “over my broken jaw” over the head of
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Weberman who spoke with gaps and errors; ‘broken English’

when translating my poetry “I stood over him and pounded his
bloody body into the floor” Springsteen is recalling the
Elizabeth Street Massacre. “Well the bell rang and rang and
still I kept on” Dylan won that round but he had to be pulled off
me. Again the bell is tolling for Al. Similar to Where Are You
Tonight 1978? “that lonesome bell tolled in a valley of stone”
“'Till I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone” until
he was administered a sound beating; When The Night
Comes Fallin’ From the Sky 1985 “You’ll know all about it love
it will fit you like a glove.” Springsteen also used broken jaw in
Erie Canal,
I had a friend who once got a song

Now he's got a broken jaw
'Cause she let fly with an iron toe
And kicked him back to Buffalo
“I had a friend who once got a song” I had a fan named

Weberman who caught on to the meaning of one song “Now
he's got a broken jaw” and now Weberman can’t stop
translating Dylan “'Cause she let fly” because Dylan put one
over on the public “with an iron toe” with a rigid ironclad
rightwing political philosophy combined with a desire for drugs
“And kicked him back to Buffalo” and demoted him back to
being buffaloed as to the meaning of Dylan’s most significant
poems. Diamond Joe continues:
And the tellin' of his story,

Mean to let you know
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like Diamond Joe.
“And the tellin' of his story” and his translations of my poetry

“Mean to let you know” are indicative of the fact “That there
never was a rounder” that there never was a dissolute person;
a man who is morally unrestrained “That could lie like
Diamond Joe” who could lie like like Weberman who could
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make my poetry into something exactly the opposite of what it

was by turning it into leftwing propaganda.
Now, I tried three times to quit him

But he did argue so
I'm still punchin' cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
“Now, I tried three times to quit him” I often tried to release

Weberman from the burden and responsibility of translating
my poetry into prose “But he did argue so” but he continued to
believe I was a left-winger. Dear Landlord 1968, “I am not
about to argue I am not about to move to no other place” “I'm
still punchin'” punching out verse “cattle” which he turns into
bull, bullshit “In the pay of Diamond Joe” when I have to bear
the cost and penalty of having an A. J. Weberman translate it.
And when I'm called up yonder

And it's my time to go,
Give my blankets to my buddies
Give the fleas to Diamond Joe.
“And when I'm called up yonder” and when I am admitted to

heaven “And it's my time to go” and it’s my time to die “Give
my blankets” give the generalizations I have made in my
poetry “to my buddies” to the White Americans “Give the fleas
to Diamond Joe” and give the parasites that I write about, the
colored people on welfare, to A. J. Weberman.
One of the last times I saw “Cracker Boy” was at One-Legged

Terry’s apartment. Dylan was sitting on the bed playing shesh
pesh (backgammon) with the One-Legged Man. When Terry
opened the door and Dylan saw it was me he scrambled to the
doorway to attack me. He had blood in his eyes and was
declaring aloud that his intent was to murder me. Terry held
the door shut so Dylan couldn’t leave apartment and chase
after me and shouted run! run! run! He’s serious! Terry and
Bob had bonded because they were both righteous Jews.
They even went on a mission together during which they
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invaded the offices of the Village Voice carrying a video

camera. I called Terry from a nearby bar where I had gone to
use the Men’s Room, having nearly pissed in my pants. I told
him that his friend was dangerous! Dylan hated my guts back
then but by 1997 Dylan had changed his tune. He had been
suffering from HIV during a time when the disease was
terminal, not manageable. He realized that I had warned him
that one day his addictive personality was going to get him
into some deep do-do. This next poem is much more
conciliatory than any previous one.
STANDING IN THE DOORWAY 1997
I'm walking through the summer nights

Jukebox playing low
Yesterday everything was going too fast
Today, it's moving too slow
I got no place left to turn
I got nothing left to burn
“I'm walking” I’m following a path in life that leads me “through

the summer nights” through my youth, Ballad in Plain D 1964,
“Through a young summer's breeze, I stole her away.”
Summer Days 2001, “Summer days and summer nights are
gone / I know a place where there's still somethin' going on”
“Jukebox playing low” I am singing Woody Guthrie songs
“Yesterday everything was going too fast” in the past I was
really enjoying life and wished I could live forever “Today, it's
moving too slow” but today it has turned sour and I want to get
it over with already as it has become an ordeal “I got no place
left to turn” there is nothing I can turn to which will cure me,
there is no place on the Left that interests me “I got nothing
left to burn” I have burned all my bridges behind me and there
is no going back.
“Jukebox” as a Woody Guthrie imitator; Chronicles, “I knew

them all! I was like a Woody Guthrie jukebox.” Tarantula,
aretha/ crystal jukebox queen of hymn & him diffused in drunk
transfusion wound would heed sweet soundwave crippled
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“Aretha” Bob Dylan “crystal” an electronic device using a

crystal microphone that is attached to an acoustic guitar, also
“crystal” as in crystal meth “jukebox” Woody Guthrie clone
“queen” having eminence and supremacy in a given domain
“of hymn” of politics, political songs “& him” Dylan “diffused”
immersed “in drunk” in drugged “transfusion wound” the
transfer of whole blood in an eye dropper after it has been
mixed with heroin through a wound, an injury in which the skin
is pierced or otherwise broken “would heed sweet soundwave
crippled” would invent folk rock while crippled and needing a
crutch like smack.
Silent Weekend 1973, “She's in the groove” Dylan is in the

spiral track cut into a phonograph record for the stylus to
follow “she's strolling” he’s traveling from place to place
seeking work and gain, often used in connection with
prostitution “the stroll” is an area where prostitutes solicit
customers. This is the representation of Communism as a
harlot found in Jokerman. “Over to the jukebox” over to the
Woody Guthrie human jukebox “playin' deaf and dumb”
pretending to ignore the evils of Communism. Standing in the
Doorway continues:
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you

It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
You left me standing in the doorway, crying
I got nothing to go back to now
“Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you”

Weberman, if we ran into each other again I would have to
admit that I have mixed feelings about you. On the one hand
you went through my garbage, brought all those people
around my house and made it difficult for me to shoot up. But
on the other hand it was my addictive personality that caused
me to contract the HIV virus so in retrospect who knows what
phenomenon you really represented? “It probably wouldn't
matter to you anyhow” anyway, you wouldn’t care if I punched
you or showed affection to you; when Dylan waylaid me during
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Elizabeth Street Massacre I turned around and realized it was

Bob Dylan that had grabbed me in a choke hold from behind!
Cool. I was happy to see him under ANY circumstances and
asked him, ‘How you doin’ man?’ “You left me standing in the
doorway, crying” you left me in a continuing state where I was
predisposed to addiction that would be a gateway to HIV “I got
nothing to go back to now” there is no way I can reverse
things. Additionally, as stated, the last time I saw Dylan he
was standing in the doorway of One Legged Terry’s
apartment.
The light in this place is so bad

Making me sick in the head
All the laughter is just making me sad
The stars have turned cherry red
“The light” a prominent and distinguished person, a luminary;

‘one of the leading lights of medicine’ “in this place” in this
particular situation and circumstance I find myself in; ‘put
yourself in my place’ “is so bad” has not reached an advanced
state of the art “Making me sick in the head” making me suffer
from the side effects of my medication, making me go insane
as in the Long Branch, New Jersey incident. “All the laughter”
all the feeling and expression of derision and contempt; ‘The
doctors mock my complaints’ “is just making me sad” is
deplorable, sorry; ‘a sad state of affairs’ “The stars” the
outstanding and famous, ‘a star medical researcher’ “have
turned cherry red” are all embarrassed about the lack of
progress in finding a vaccine or a cure for AIDS.
I'm strumming on my gay guitar

Smoking a cheap cigar
The ghost of our old love has not gone away
Don't look like it will anytime soon
You left me standing in the doorway crying
Under the midnight moon
“I'm strumming on my gay guitar” I am suffering from a

disease that normally strikes homosexuals “Smoking a cheap
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cigar” congratulating myself for just being able to stay alive

“Gay” as queer; Tarantula, “from entire Mexico & gay
innocence once comes Satan of Autumn” Not Dark Yet 1997,
“Go over to London / Maybe gay Paree” French men are often
characterized as effeminate. “The ghost of our old love” the
faint image of truth implanted during of our prior relationship
“has not gone away” is still lodged in my brain “Don't look like
it will anytime soon” and it will be there until the day I die “You
left me standing in the doorway crying” you left me standing in
Terry’s doorway screaming murderous threats “Under the
midnight moon” during the worst part of my insane existence.
Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't

But not tonight and it won't be here
There are things I could say but I don't
I know the mercy of God must be near
“Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't” maybe my

affliction will someday be made public and maybe it won’t “But
not tonight and it won't be here” but not immediately and not in
my songs “There are things I could say but I don't” I could be a
spokesperson like Magic Johnson warning kids about HIV “I
know the mercy of God must be near” but I know after I die
God will forgive me for not doing this.
I've been riding the midnight train
Got ice water in my veins
I would be crazy if I took you back
It would go up against every rule
You left me standing in the doorway, crying
Suffering like a fool
“I've been riding the midnight train” I’ve been experiencing a

whole train of illnesses “Got ice water in my veins” got death in
my blood “ice” slang to kill; murder “I would be crazy if I took
you back” it would hurt my career if I associated with you
again as it would imply that what you write is correct “It would
go up against every rule” it would give what you write
credibility and would invalidate my threat that if you threw the
Birthday Bash I would never speak with you again “You left
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me standing in the doorway, crying” you left me remaining

immobile, fixed in a situation that would lead to my “Suffering”
becoming worse in quality; deteriorating “like a fool” like a
person with a talent and enthusiasm for sexual activity as in a
fool for love.
When the last rays of daylight go down

Buddy, you'll roll no more
I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard
I wonder who they're ringing for
I know I can't win
But my heart just won't give in
“When the last rays of daylight go down” when the final slight
indication, or ray of hope vanishes; Don’t Fall Apart On Me
Tonight 1983, “You know, the streets are filled with vipers /
Who've lost all ray of hope” “Buddy” A. J. who ingratiated
himself, as by presuming friendship, buddying up “you'll roll no
more” you will not get rolled by me, as the Bowery bums
thought you had “I can hear the church bells ringing in the
yard” I can still hear those bells tolling for Weberman; Journey
Through White Heat 1978 “That lonesome bell tone in that
valley of stone as he bathed in my pure heat” “I wonder who
they're ringing for” in retrospect they might have been ringing
for me - not you - as you were trying to warn me about an
aspect of my personality I refused to deal with “I know I can't
win” and now I have an incurable disease “But my heart just
won't give in” but my soul won’t let me surrender.
Last night I danced with a stranger

But she just reminded me you were the one
In the dark land of the sun
“Last night I danced” last night I shot dope; Mr. Tambourine

Man 1964, “Cast your dancin’ spell my way I promise to go
under it” “with a stranger” sarcastic; and it was something new
to me “But she just reminded me you were the one” but all it
did was remind me that you were the one who warned me
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against doing dugi “You left me standing in the doorway

crying” Weberman, you left me at the gates of Hell protesting
“In the dark land” in a state where I exhibited evil and sinister
characteristics and forces “of the sun” of a person whose
actions and opinions strongly influenced others.
I'll eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry

And live my life on the square
And even if the flesh falls off of my face
I know someone will be there to care
“I will eat” I will write, “when I'm hungry” when I am desperate

“drink” take in knowledge “when I'm dry” when I am
unproductive of the expected results; ‘a mind dry of new ideas’
“And live my life on the square” and live my life in a more
conventional fashion “And even if the flesh falls off of my face”
and even if I am the leper of this age, even if my body parts
simply fell off “I know someone will be there to care” Al will still
stick with me to the end because he actually had some human
feeling for me and was not just trying to advance his career.
“Eat” as read, Tarantula, “jack hasn’t eaten all day. his mouth
tastes funny - he has his unpublished novel in his hand.”
Tarantula, “you seeking goats in the midst of novelists who eat
shot glasses write books about other people's masters.”
“Hungry” as desperate; Fourth Time Around 1966, “And he's

hungry, like a man in drag” Changing of the Guards 1978,
“Merchants and thieves, hungry for power.”
STANDING IN THE DOORWAY continues,
It always means so much

Even the softest touch
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation
There are no words that need to be said
Blues wrapped around my head
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“It always means so much” it always means a lot to a poet

“Even the softest touch” even a feeble attempt to understand
what I am saying, one that is not brilliant but attempts to match
my poetry in quality, to equal it; Dear Landlord, “anyone can fill
his life up with things he can see but he just cannot touch” “I
see nothing to be gained by any explanation” I see nothing
that can be gained by a detailed account and description of
the embedded meaning of my poetry “There are no words that
need to be said” it is all there in my poetry waiting to be
discovered “You left me standing in the doorway crying / Blues
wrapped” sadness from being a inveterate doper wrapped like
a belt “around my head” around my head on smack. Similar to
Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat 1966, “with my belt wrapped around
my head.” Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat 1966 also contained the
lines, “honey can I jump on it sometime / I just want to see
whether it’s the expensive kind.”
HIGHLANDS 1997
I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog

Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to vote
“I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog” I am

leaving Greenwich Village to get away from a mean,
contemptible person. From the Weberman Dylan Telephone
Conversation,
Shit if I were a kid growin’ up I would have to look out for you, I
would keep my eyes open for you, if I was a kid growin’ up I
would make sure whatever street I went down I would have to
go to the other side of the street when you came down man.
“Talking to myself” driven insane “in a monologue” by a long

speech by one person which prevents other people talking
and expressing their views “I think what I need might be a full-
length” I think what I need might be something of the original
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length; not abridged “leather coat” Nazi uniform “Somebody

just asked me” Al just asked me “If I registered” if I registered
as a Communist - the McCarran Act required that all
Communist organizations register with the attorney general as
agents of a foreign power “to vote” so that I could vote for
Communist candidates.
In June 2000 my luck changed. The FBI had nothing better to

do than close out old marijuana cases as the Soviets were no
longer considered a threat. The Islamist terrorists were
ignored because they had helped defeat the Evil Soviet
Empire. The FBI got involved in drug busts and this lack of
focus on terrorism lead to 3,000 American death. The Feds
squeezed an associate of mine who I had known for 30 years.
This man worked with me at the underground newspapers
The East Village Other and The New York Ace. He had also
been an editor at High Times Magazine. The dude was doing
a five year bid for pot smuggling, and he turned in about 40
pot dealers in order to prevent the Justice Department from
filing superseding indictments against him. He was told by
AUSA Charles McKenna that if he did not cooperate he would
“never get out.” I was one of the people he ratted down on. I
had told him that when I thought I could never return to the
United States I had opened a bank account in Luxemburg. He
told the FBI about it and informed it that I had been in the pot
business for many years. I was arrested for sale of over a ton
of marijuana an offense that carried a life sentence and for
money laundering, a mere 20 years.
Before I went to the joint journalist Anthony Hayden-Guest

contacted me and said he wished to interview me as he was
doing a book on “weird people.” Hayden-Guest had
interviewed me in my loft at 6 Bleecker Street and had insisted
that we recreate the Elizabeth Street Massacre. He ended up
on top of me on the street sticking his groin into my face. He
denies this ever happened but I know it was him because in
April 1994 I remember reading about him almost getting killed
when he invited a 245-pound African-American bicycle
messenger to his Upper East Side apartment. The man
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stabbed Hayden-Guest 14 times in the back and shoulders

and cut his girlfriends face so badly she required plastic
surgery. Hayden-Guest testified he refused the man sloppy
seconds. After I read this, the groin-in-the-face thing made
sense.
I met Hayden-Guest at a coffee shop on the Upper East Side

where he interviewed me about my predicament. I explained
what happened, and how, for the four years of his
incarceration, I had helped out and supported the family of the
man who was coerced into informing on me. I told him how I
gave AIDS patients free reefer, and I let slide Hayden-Guest’s
having gotten one over on me years ago. At the end of the
interview he turned off the tape recorder and offered to give
me Bob Dylan and Yoko Ono’s phone number if I needed
help. I told him that there was nothing either of them could do
for me as they didn’t work for the Bureau of Prisons. I am of
the opinion Hayden-Guest conducted this interview on behalf
of Dylan.
Interestingly enough, Hayden-Guest was the first person to

call me hours after former 1960’s hippy Oliver Seabrook
released me from the half way house in the Bronx that I had
been furloughed to. Hayden-Guest wanted to know how I
fared in a federal prison. I told him that locking up a writer was
useless as there were a million stories in these houses of
death, then I told him I would take him up on his offer to give
me Dylan’s home phone number. He denied ever having
made such an offer because I believe he was recording the
call to play back to Dylan. Hayden-Guest:
“I have been refreshing my memory by rereading a transcript

of my interview with you (the tape recorder was on the table in
full view of both of us). This took place the week before you
went away. I was writing a Talk of the Town piece for the New
Yorker about the pot delivery business, and you were helpful. I
never planned a book on ‘weird people.’”
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Hayden-Guest offered to give me the phone numbers after he

turned the tape recorder off, as I had rolled him over. Hayden-
Guest did say that he planned to write such a book and called
Aron Kay about interviewing him for it. Additionally the only
article I can find that he did about pot delivery services for the
New Yorker was in 1994. During another telephone
conversation Hayden-Guest said the book was held up
because of a writer-editor-publisher thing so he had changed
his story at least twice. The next poem came out of this
interview.
NETTIE MOORE 2006
Lost John sittin' on a railroad track

Something's out of whack
Blues this morning falling down like hail
Gonna leave a greasy trail
“Lost” beyond recovery or redemption; fallen or destroyed: a

lost soul “John” a man who is a prostitute's customer “sittin' on
a railroad track” railroaded, sentenced to life without a fair trial
“track” as a course of action; a method of proceeding
“Something's out of whack" something is coming out of sex -
whack off vulgar slang: to masturbate “Blues this morning”
depression starting at an early time in life “falling down” “fall”
having given in to temptation; sin “like hail” as a result of
having been greeted or acclaimed enthusiastically “Gonna
leave a greasy slippery” gonna leave a untrustworthy; elusive
or tricky “trail” a succession of things that come afterward or
are left behind: left a trail of a false death certificate.
Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do

Then come back and see you
All I ever do is struggle and strive
If I don't do anybody any harm, I might make it back home
alive
“Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do” gonna tour the
world is what I’m going to do “Then come back and see you”
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then return to the United States and see how far you have
gotten into my poetry “All I ever do is struggle” all I ever do is
become strenuously engaged with a problem: struggled with
being HIV Positive “and strive” and fight against my disease “If
I don't do anybody any harm” if I don’t spread this disease “I
might make it back home alive.”
“Struggle” Tarantula, to the Left “& struggle - struggle & your

weapons of curls” scorn, contempt “blowing” spreading. Sitting
on a Barbed Wire Fence 1970 “Well I struggled through
barbed wire” I became strenuously engaged in composing
message songs with cutting remarks, “wire” a Western Union
telegraphic message “felt the hail fall from above” I was
greeted and acclaimed. Nettie Moore continues:
I'm the oldest son of a crazy man

I'm in a cowboy band
Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide
I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby, if I knew you was on the
other side.
“I'm the oldest son” I am the old left idol, My Back Pages 1964,
“I was so much older then” “of a crazy man” of someone
intensely involved preoccupied: Al is crazy about Dylan “I'm in
a cowboy band” I am in a group of people who are heroic
Americans, that would be the Goldwaterite Republicans as in
“cowboy angel” from Gates of Eden. “Got a pile of sins to pay
for” got a pile of papers with the songs I wrote praising
communism and race mixing “and I ain't got time to hide” that I
am ashamed of. “I'd walk through a blazing fire baby” I would
walk through blazing gun fire to get you Weberman “if I knew
you was on the other side” if I really believed you were on the
side of the Communists!
The world of research has gone berserk

Too much paperwork
Albert's in the grave-yard, Frankie's raising hell
I'm beginning to believe what the scriptures tell
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“The world of research” my research into the meaning of

Dylan’s poetry and my research firm, Independent Research
Associates “has gone berserk” has gotten totally out of control,
gone bonkers “Too much paperwork” the Dylan to English
Dictionary 2005 was 700 pages long “Albert's in the grave-
yard” Dylan the protest singer is dead and buried “Frankie's
raising hell” Frankie Lee from the Ballad of Frankie Lee and
Judas Priest 1968, Dylan the folk rocker is causing a ruckus at
his concerts “I'm beginning to believe what the scriptures tell”
Weberman is getting closer to translating my poetry correctly.
Scripture; a statement regarded as authoritative.
“Albert” as Dylan the protest singer and “Frankie” as Dylan the

rock and roller; Ballad of Frankie and Albert 1992;
Albert said, "I'm leaving you.

Won't be gone for long.
Don't wait for me.
A-worry about me when I'm gone."
He was her man but he done her wrong.
“Albert said I'm leaving you” Dylan the folkie told his old fans
that he was leaving them “Won't be gone for long” sarcastic, it
will be forever “Don't wait up for me” go back to your virtual
sleep, I am leaving you far behind “A-worry about me when I'm
gone” or worry about my politics when I am gone.
Frankie pulled out a pistol.
Pulled out a forty-four.
Gun went off a rootie-toot-toot
And Albert fell on the floor.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
“Frankie pulled out a pistol / Pulled out a forty-four” Dylan the

rocker pulled out an electric guitar from his bag of tricks,
variation of gun / guitar metaphor “Gun went off a-rootie-toot-
toot” Dylan started playing rock and roll on his guitar “And
Albert fell on the floor” and Dylan the folknick became the
subject of political debate, “floor” as in “floor of the House of
Representatives since many in the folk community felt he had
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betrayed them. “He was her man but he done her wrong”
Dylan was the “man” of the Left but he double crossed them.
Nettie Moore continues,
I'm going where the Southern crosses the yellow dog

Get away from all these demagogues
And these bad luck women stick like glue
It's either one or the other or neither of the two
“I'm going where the Southern crosses the yellow dog” I am

going to a place in the Deep South; the Southern and the
Yellow Dog were railroads that intersected in Mississippi. Also
“yellow dog Democrats,” die-hard racists who would rather
vote for a yellow dog than a Republican as the Republicans
were the party of Abe Lincoln. “Get away from all these
demagogues” get away from the Democrats, leaders of the
minorities “And these bad luck women” all these Depression
Era Democratic retreads, Some Other Kinds of Songs 1964,
“bad luck run's all in fun / it's your choice. your voice / you
choose / you lose” “stick” remain firm, determined, or resolute
“like glue” like an adhesive force or factor, or something that is
preventing the country from advancing “It’s either one or the
other” it’s either I don’t like the Presidential candidate or the
Vice Presidential candidate “or neither of the two” or I don’t
like both of them.
She says, look out daddy, don't want you to tear your pants.
You can get wrecked in this dance.
They say whiskey will kill ya, but I don't think it will
I'm riding with you to the top of the hill
“She says look out daddy” Weberman says look out Bob
Dylan, take heed Bob Dylan “don't want you to tear your
pants” you don’t want to give into all of your desires do you
now son? “You can get wrecked in this dance” you can get
really wasted off of smack but you can also end up a
shipwreck. “Dance” as in “cast your dancing spell my way” in
Mr. Tambourine Man. “They say whiskey will kill ya, but I don't
think it will” Weberman wrote that I was going to die from an
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intoxicant, from a heroin overdose and you were wrong about

that as you were wrong about so many other things “I'm riding
with you to the top of the hill” I still am alive as you are until I
get to boot hill.
Oh, I miss you Nettie Moore

And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one here that's left to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes
“O! I miss you Nettie Moore” I miss you Weberman “And my

happiness is o'er” and I am happy no more “Winter's gone” a
period of time characterized by barrenness has passed into a
new phase “the river's on the rise” and there is an abundance
of drugs available “I loved you then and ever shall” contrary to
popular belief I loved you back then and ever shall “But there's
no one here that's left to tell” but the old Bob Dylan can’t say it
publically “The world has gone black before my eyes” as it
cannot be disclosed, for reasons of security, only to an
extremely limited number of authorized persons; it is very
highly classified.
Don't know why my baby never looked so good before
I don't have to wonder no more
She been cooking all day and it's gonna take me all night
I can't eat all that stuff in a single bite
“Don't know why my baby never looked so good before”

sarcastic: don’t know why my poetry never looked so good
before “I don't have to wonder no more” more sarcasm: I don’t
have to be filled with doubt any longer about its value and
meaning. “She been cooking all day” Weberman been cooking
up its meaning all day “and it's gonna take me all night” it’s
gonna take me all night “I can't eat in a single bite” cause I
can’t read it in a single byte.
SPIRIT ON THE WATER 2006
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Spirit on the water

Darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking about you baby
I can't hardly sleep
“Spirit on the water / Darkness on the face of the deep” this is

from the first page of Genesis. It is also a reference to the
Progressive Bible Readers, a beatnik act that I told Bob about
when he hung out with me at his studio. In 1960 I read from
Genesis to the accompaniment of bongo drums in beatnik
cafes in Brooklyn, “In the beginning (tap, tap, tap) God created
heaven and earth (tap etc) and the earth was void and without
form (tap etc) and darkness was on the face of the deep.” Man
Gave Names to All the Animals 1979 is similar “Man gave
names to all the animals (tap tap tap on the bongos) in the
beginning, in the beginning.” So when Dylan made this
reference to “darkness on the face of the deep” I immediately
knew it was about the Dylan Weberman literary relationship. “I
keep thinking about you baby / I can't hardly sleep” I keep
thinking about you and this keeps me alive – sleep as death
“put a pet cat to sleep.”
I'm traveling by land

Traveling through the dawn of day
You're always on my mind
I can't stay away
“I'm traveling by land / Traveling through the dawn of day” I am

touring in a private bus “You're always on my mind” you still
interest me “I can't stay away” and I evaluate your work.
I'd forgotten about you

Then you turned up again
I always knew
That we were meant to be more than friends
“I'd forgotten about you” I figured Dylanology had run its

course “Then you turned up again” then you turned up again
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like a bad penny with your Dylan To English Dictionary 2005 “I

always knew / That we were meant to be more than friends” I
always knew that there was more to the Dylan Weberman
relationship than you being just a fan of my music; Dear
Landlord 1968, “Each of us has his own special gift and you
know this was meant to be true.”
When you are near

It's just as plain as it can be
I'm wild about you, gal
You ought to be a fool about me
“When you are near” when you are present “It's just as plain
as it can be” my poetry is lacking stylistic embellishment; ‘a
literal description’; ‘plain prose’ “I'm wild about you, gal” I am
deviating greatly from an intended course about Weberman
“You ought to be a fool about me” you ought to get off my
case already.
Can't explain
The sources of this hidden pain
You burned your way into my heart
You got the key to my brain
“Can't explain” I can’t reveal “the sources” what causes,

creates, or initiates; a maker: Liner Notes to John Wesley
Harding 1968 “Getting down to the source of things, he
proudly boasted” “of this hidden pain” of this concealed self-
pity “You burned your way into my heart” you engraved and
made indelible as if by burning your connection to me “You got
the key to my brain” and you know a lot of what I write has to
do with my being HIV positive.
I've been trampling through mud

Praying to the powers above
I'm sweating blood
You got a face that begs for love
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“I've been trampling through mud” I have been fighting a war.

Dylan, “I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the
mud” “Praying to the powers above” praying to God to save
me “I'm sweating” worried, ‘sweating it out’ full of fear “blood”
about my T-Cell count “You got a face” you have a value and
standing in the eyes of others; prestige “that begs for” that
earnestly asks “for love” for truth.
Life without you

Doesn't mean a thing to me
If I can't have you,
I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea
“Life without you” my poetry without Weberman trying to

translate it “Doesn't mean” doesn’t act as a symbol of; signify
or represent “a thing to me” anything to me “If I can't have you”
sarcastic: if I can’t have you as a my Verlaine “I'll throw my
love” I would throw my truths “into the deep” into a difficult to
penetrate or understand; recondite area “blue sea” sad state
of confusion or perplexity; at a loss as in “at sea.”
Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't treat me right
You do good all day
Then you do wrong all night
“Sometimes I wonder” understatement, it bothers me

constantly “Why you can't treat” “treat,” deal with verbally or in
some form of artistic expression “me Right” as a Right-winger
“You do good all day” you get some songs right “Then you do
wrong all night” but you negate this with mistranslations,
“wrong” as opposed to Right.
When you're with me

I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say
What does it matter
What price I pay
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“When you're with me” when you are on the same page
poetically with me “I'm a thousand times happier than I could
ever say” I am much happier than I could ever reveal in public
where I have to pretend to be displeased with you “What does
it matter” sarcastic: I guess it is worth it “What price I pay?”
even if I had to put up with garbology, demonstrations,
ridicule, threats, having my home address revealed etc.
They brag about your sugar

Brag about it all over town
Put some sugar in my bowl
I feel like laying down
“They brag about your sugar” the media wrote about your
money “Brag about it all over town” all over New York City as
the fact that the Feds seized 1.2 million from my bank account
in Luxembourg was in the New York Daily News “Put some
sugar in my bowl” put some of that money in the bowl I used
to pass around when I worked at the Café Wha? Tarantula,
“she tries to outstare a bowl of money” “I feel like laying down”
I feel like laying down on the job, retiring, but I cannot.
I'm pale as a ghost

Holding a blossom on a stem
You ever seen a ghost? No
But you have heard of them
I'm pale as a ghost” my poetry is as White as any Klansman –

the Invisible Empire of the KKK. The Ballad of Emmett Till “the
ghost robbed Klu Klux Klan.” “Holding” maintaining “a
blossom” a period or condition of maximum development, a
pure White person “to a stem” to be the main line of descent of
the family of man and not the ape-like Black “You ever seen a
ghost?” did you ever see a Klansman in New York City? “No
but you have heard of them” no, but your work with the Jewish
Defense Organization and ironically enough with Dylanology
brings them to your attention.
I see you there

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I'm blinded by the colors I see

I take good care
Of what belongs to me
“I see you there” I have read the Dylan to English Dictionary

2005 “I'm blinded” I am deprived of perception and insight “by
the colors I see” by the way you mischaracterize me,
misrepresent me, especially by making me into a Red “I take
good care / Of what belongs to me” when in reality my politics
are free market and reflect my self-interest. Also in the title
She Belongs to Me, she has allegiance to me; I don’t belong
to the Communist Party. Red River Shore contains similar
sentence structure:
Well I knew when I first laid eyes on her

I could never be free
One look at her and I knew right away
She should always be with me
“Well I knew when I first laid eyes on her” well I knew when I
first layed my thoughts on her “I could never be free” I knew I
could never be allowed to express my ideas about the
superiority of the Free World to that of the Communist Bloc.
“One look at her and I knew right away” as a rightist I realized
instantly “She should always be with me” she should always
be with me but I would not always be with her. Spirit on the
Water continues:
I hear your name

Ringing up and down the line
I'm saying it plain
These ties are strong enough to bind
“I hear your name” I hear the name A. J. Weberman, your

reputation “Ringing up and down the line” thanks to the
telephone conversation you recorded, “ringing” “line” are both
words that are related to telephones “I'm saying it plain” I am
saying something in plain prose for a change “These ties are
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strong enough to bind” the recording of this telephone

conversation linked us together inextricably.
Your sweet voice

Calls out from some old familiar shrine
I got no choice
Can't believe these things would ever fade from your mind
“Your sweet voice” sarcastic; your opinions, not spoiled, sour,

or decaying; fresh expression “Calls out” challenges me “from
some old familiar shrine” from a container or receptacle for
sacred relics like Dylan trash “I got no choice” I have no
alternative but to hide my trash “Can't believe these things
would ever fade from your mind” I can’t believe by trash would
ever not be your obsession.
I could live forever

With you perfectly
You don't ever
Have to make a fuss over me
“I could live forever” my thoughts could live on forever “With

you perfectly” with A. J. Weberman perfecty however, with one
very minor proviso you must accurately reproduce the original
thinking “You don't ever / Have to make a fuss over me”
sarcastic; you don’t ever have to make me into a protest
singer.
“Fuss” as show concern; Working Man’s Blues #2 2006, “Now

they worry”now they claim they are concerned about me “and
they hurry” and they act with undue haste “and they fuss”
protest for no good reason “and they fret” and they play their
folk music (a fret is part of an acoustic guitar) “They waste
your nights and days.” Let’s Keep it Between Us 1982,
“Backseat drivers don't know the feel of the wheel but they
sure know how to make a fuss.” Spirit On The Water
continues:
From East to West

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Ever since the world began

I only mean it for the best
I want to be with you any way I can
“From East to West” I went from the Eastern Communist bloc

to the Western nations, from being an ostensible Communist
to being a true believer in Capitalism and freedom. “Ever since
the world began” ever since my world of poetry began “I only
mean it for the best” my poems are aimed at the most
intelligent, the best and the brightest “I want to be with you any
way I can” however, I will make an exception in your case.
I been in a brawl
Now I'm feeling the wall
I'm going away baby
I won't be back ‘til fall
“I been in a brawl” I have fought a battle with the HIV virus

“Now I'm feeling the wall” now I am up against the wall “I'm
going away baby” I am going to die soon “I won't be back ‘til
fall” and I will finally surrender to death.
High on the hill

You can carry all my thoughts with you
You've numbed my will
This love could tear me in two
“High on the hill” to those high up in literary world “You can

carry” you can transmit and convey “carry” as in a voice that
carries well “all my thoughts with you” the subtextual meaning
of my poems with you “You've numbed my will” you’ve made
me think twice about using junk – “numb” as in Mr.
Tambourine Man 1965 “my toes too numb to step” and in
Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1963 Dylan described his early
experience with smack as making him “ragged wild / numb
wild” “This love could tear me in two” my love for heroin could
destroy me as could your tearing my poetry apart when you
attempt to translate it “Tear” is a recurrent word in reference to
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my analysis. Sugar Baby 2001, “You got a way of tearing a

world apart, love, see what you done.”
I wanna be with you in paradise

And it seems so unfair
I can't go back to paradise no more
I killed a man back there
“I wanna be with you in paradise” sarcastic: I want to be with

you in your version of a socialist heaven “And it seems so
unfair” also sarcastic; capitalism seems inequitable, an
economy where the wealth is unequally distributed “I can't go
back to paradise no more / I killed a man back there” I can’t
return to your version of paradise because I stopped writing
message songs based on newspaper articles, “kill” as in mark
for deletion; rule out: killed the story.
You think I'm over the hill

You think I'm past my prime
Let me see what you got
We can have a whoppin' good time
“You think I'm over the hill” you think I am hanging over boot
hill “You think I'm past my prime” you think I am past the age
of ideal physical perfection and intellectual vigor? “Let me see
what you got” let me see if you have perfected your art “We
can have a whoppin' good time” we can have another
Elizabeth Street Massacre.
On April 28, 2009 Dylan released Together Through Life, a

CD about repetitive themes in Dylan’s life including
Communism, heroin, HIV, Joan Baez and A. J. Weberman.
SHAKE MAMA SHAKE 2009
I got the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
Come back here, and we can have some real fun
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“I got the blues for you baby” I miss you Weberman “when I
look up at the sun” when I look at Christopher Ricks whose
actions and opinions strongly influence the course of events of
my literary career as he is the author of Dylan’s Vision of Sin
in which Rick’s compares Dylan’s poems to that of the
classical poets. This was supposed to help win Dylan the
Nobel Prize for Literature “Come back here” keep coming
back to my poetry “we can have some real fun” you can have
some real fun expressing my thoughts! Same as Spirit on the
Water, “We can have a whoppin' good time.”
“Blues” as missing something or someone; Living the Blues

1970,
Since you’ve been gone

I’ve been walking around
With my head bowed down to my shoes
I’ve been living the blues
Ev’ry night without you
“Since you been gone” since I stopped using dope “I been

walking around” I have been living “with my head” with my
desire to get a head on smack “bowed down to my shoes”
overpowered by ambition to kick junk. Also I have been
vomiting as a result of withdrawal from junk “I been living the
blues every night without you.” Shake Mama Shake continues:
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still

One more time, I'm walking up on heartbreak hill
“Well it’s early in the evening” it is not yet the latter or

concluding period, the evening of my life “and everything is
still” and everything remains the same “One more time I’m
walking up on heartbreak hill” one more time I am heartbroken
having not won the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Shake shake Mama like a ship going out to sea
You took all my money and you gave it too rigidly
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“Shake shake Mama” “shake” disturb, agitate, unnerve: The

Times They Are A-Changin’ 1964 the revolution “will soon
shake your windows and rattle your walls” “like a ship” like a
revolutionary as in The Hour That The Ship Comes In 1964,
“going out to sea” preaching to the people of America. “sea” is
also found in The Hour That The Ship Comes In 1964, “and
the chains of the sea would have busted in the night and be
buried on the bottom of the ocean” and the chains of the
American worker would be irretrievably cast off “You took all
my money” you took all my imagination, all of my value, all of
my talent “and you gave it too rigidly” and you gave it out in a
rigid, Puritanical Marxist distorted fashion (“rigid” as in
incapable of compromise or flexibility). The official lyrics read
“you gave it to Richard Lee.”
Down by the river judge Simpson’s walking around

Nothing shocks me more than that old clown
“Down by the river” in the area of great literature “judge

Simpson” “judge” to act as one appointed to decide the
winners of - judge a poetry contest such as the Nobel Prize
Committee does “Nothing shocks me” “shock wave” a large-
amplitude compression wave, as that produced by an
explosion of dynamite invented by Nobel “more than that old
clown” more than those antiquated idiot judges because they
have not awarded me a Nobel Prize for Literature. In October
2011 British bookmakers named Dylan as an odds on favorite
to win, however he lost.
Some of you women you really know your stuff
Some of you women you really doll your stuff
But your clothes are all torn and your language is a little too
rough
“Some of you women you really know your stuff” some of your
translations are correct especially about “stuff” junk. “Some of
you women you really doll your stuff” some of your translations
add embellishing details to my poems in order to make them
more attractive. “But your clothes” but your words, sounds like
“prose” when Dylan sings it “are all torn” are all divided by the
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lines of my poetry. This is the repetitive theme of “tear,”

tearing Dylan’s poetry apart and destroying its overall value
“and your language” your rhetoric and profane language “is a
little too rough” is a little too macho, too rough on me or is it
too rough around the edges, unrefined but shows promise and
would tend to alienate the Nobel Prize Committee.
“Language” as rhetoric; The Girl from the Red River Shore

2008,
Now I've heard about a guy who lived a long time ago
A man full of sorrow and strife
That if someone around him died and was dead
He knew how to bring him on back to life
Or if they do that kind of thing anymore
Sometimes I think nobody ever saw me here at all
'Cept the girl from the red river shore
“Now I've heard about a guy who lived a long time ago” now I
heard about a guy who was popular many years ago “A man
full of sorrow and strife” a man who felt sorry for the people of
the Third World and was willing to fight for them “That if
someone around him died” that if the old Bob Dylan had died
“and was dead” and was no longer viable “He knew how to
bring him on back to life” he knew how to resurrect him by
attributing a leftist message to his rightwing poetry, by going
through his trash, forming the Dylan Liberation Front etc and
rekindling an interest in Bob Dylan whose career was on the
wane at that time “Well I don't know what kind of language he
might-a used” sarcastic, I know that he used Marxist rhetoric
“Or if they do that kind of thing anymore” or if anyone does
that kind of thing after the fall of the Soviet Union “Sometimes
I think nobody ever saw me here at all” sometimes I think no-
one ever knew where I was at “'Cept the girl from the red river
shore” except the girl who thought in a similar fashion to the
way people think in a country where Communism was in
abundance, the Soviet Union. Tarantula, “& green maggie
pushing you into hotrod driver's eyes & he's lisping & he has
no money to pay for his language.”
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Shake shake Mama shake until the break of day

I’m right here baby I’m not that far away
“Shake shake Mama shake” keep trying to shake lose the

meaning of my poetry “until the break of day” until you make a
breakthrough “I’m Right here baby” I express rightwing views
in my poetry “I’m not that far away” sarcastic; I am on the
other end of the political spectrum.
ARTHUR MCBRIDE
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride,

As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside,
Mark now what followed and what did betide,
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp,
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp,
For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'.
“Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride (Dylan and his

close relative, folk music) / As we went a-walkin’ (advancing
in life) / down by the seaside (trying to get into the psyches of
the masses of humanity) / Mark now what followed (take note
of what followed) / and what did betide (when a trend did
come to pass) / For it bein’ on Christmas (when peace
reigned) / mornin’ (at the beginning of my career) / Now, for
recreation, we went on a tramp (just for the hell of it Dylan
began to sing the songs of Woody Guthrie. Also he became
militant. See FRIEND) / And we met Sergeant Napper (nap -
wooly surface - derogatory way of describing Afro-Americans
hair - we joined the Civil Right Movement) / and Corporal
Vamp (and the revolution - vamp – terminology used by Black
Panther Party as attack - the cops vamped on the
demonstrators) / And a little wee (a small group) / drummer
(of people trying drum up support) / intending to camp (a party
or side in a dispute - intending to fight the good fight) / For the
day (for the prominent period in history) / bein’ pleasant and
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charming (being conducive to revolution and engrossing

people totally in this)
"Good morning, good morning," the Sergeant he cried.

"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply,
Intending no harm but meant to pass by,
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist,
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist,
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust,
And drink the king's health in the morning.
“Good morning, good morning,” the Sergeant he cried (good

to see you take part in the early phase of our struggle) / “And
the same to you, gentlemen,” we did reply (we are glad to part
of it) / Intending no harm (we had nothing against the Left at
that time) / but meant to pass by (to identify ourselves or be
identified as something we were not and intended to
eventually move on to something else) / For it bein’ on
Christmas mornin’ (for I believed in peace at the early stages
of my life) / “But,” says he, “My fine (who have reached their
peak performance as topical song writers) / fellows, if you will
enlist (if you will become part of our Movement) / Ten guineas
in gold (the best feeling of its kind for humanity) / I’ll stick (put
in a specified place or position) / to your fist (into your
intellectual grasp) / And a crown in the bargain (and make
you the crown prince of folk music) / for to kick up the dust (so
that you can expose deceit and wrong-doing and humiliate
those who perpetrate it) / And drink the king’s health (and
assist and facilitate the flourishing and productivity of the
leaders of the Left) / in the morning (at the beginning of your
career) /
"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life,

And he always is blessed with a charming young wife,
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife,
And he always lives pleasant and charmin',
And a soldier, he always is decent and clean,
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen.
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While other poor fellows go dirty and mean,

And sup on thin gruel in the morning."
“For a soldier (colloquialism: soldier - to make a pretense of

doing something, or of performing any task) / he leads a very
fine life (sarcastic: free from impurity) / And he always is
blessed with a charming young wife (fortunate enough to
have a new born faith that has him spellbound. Also in my
opinion, wedded to heroin that charms him - puts him under its
dancing spell) / And he pays all his debts (and he returns the
commitment that the Left has to him with equal commitment to
them) / without sorrow (a feeling of sadness that arises from
loss of his ambition to do something else) / or strife (or conflict
with them) / And he always lives pleasant and charmin’ (as he
is often gets pleasure from the substance that has charmed
him) / And a soldier, he always is decent and clean (as
someone who is making pretense of doing something, or of
performing any task he never makes reference to this other
side of Bob Dylan) / In the finest of clothing he’s constantly
seen (and he expresses himself in a highly articulate fashion
close to his limit of efficiency) / While other poor fellows
(folksingers) /go dirty (expressing ideas they do not believe in,
are subject to hostility) / and mean (and as a result become
mean spirited) / And sup (and take in knowledge) / on thin
(lacking substance or strength) / gruel (a thin porridge -
porridge - a soup made of grist - or grain - grist for the Left’s
mill) / in the morning (at the beginning of their lives) /
"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes,

For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose,
But you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning,
And although that we're single and free,
We take great delight in our own company,
We have no desire strange places to see,
Although that your offers are charming.
“But,” says Arthur, “I wouldn’t be proud of your clothes (but

don’t brag about how much more worthy of admiration your
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words are when compared to the other folksingers) / For

you’ve only the lend of them, as I suppose (for they are only
temporary) / But you dare not change them one night, for you
know (and you better not switch to poetry during this current
period in your career) / If you do, you’ll be flogged in the
morning (if you do your fans will punish you at the earliest
possible time) / And although that we’re single and free
(sarcastic: and although Dylan has chosen to play without
others out of his own free will) / We take great delight in our
own company (sarcastic: and is happy doing this since he is
not controlled by an ideology or organization) / We have no
desire strange places to see (and he has no desire to
maintain the status of being estranged from the mainstream
and being designated to a niche, cubby-holed) / Although that
your offers are charming (can be addicting and have
consequences if I withdraw) /
"And we have no desire to take your advance,

All hazards and dangers we barter on chance,
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France,
Where we would get shot without warning,"
"Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat,
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats,
For if you insult me with one other word,
I'll cut off your heads in the morning."
“And we have no desire to take your advance (but honestly

we do not wish to progress in this direction, to take an
advance - a down payment - for another folk music concert) /
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance (and we will
take our chances in the world of rock and roll) / For you’d have
no scruples for to send us to France (for if we left it up to you I
would just be an ordinary, vulgar, commonplace protest
singer) / Where we would get shot (reduced to a state of ruin,
prostration, or uselessness, cast off forcefully, where he would
get shot down, destroyed and humiliated, through the strength
of argument, by the critics and subsequently die out in
popularity) / without warning (without the Left calling this to our
attention) / “Oh no,” says the Sergeant “I’ll have no such chat
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(no idle small talk that does not deal with social problems) /
And neither will I take it from snappy (who will soon undergo a
sudden and rapid change for the better) / young (younger
than those in the Communist Party. Those formulating and
promulgating new ideas - young blood) / brats (son of a career
military person – offspring of a militant like Woody Guthrie) /
For if you insult me with one other word (for if you start using
words to mean something other than their prima facia
definition) / I’ll cut off your heads in the morning” / (I will
terminate my relationship with your imagination, what your
intellect produces immediately) /
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs,

And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning.
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides,
We flung them as far as we could in the tide,
"Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride,
"And temper their edge in the mornin'!"
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs (the pigs - the
journalists reported on Dylan having ‘sold out’ in the Leftwing
press and in folk music publications) / And we scarce gave
them time (a period where they could imprison themselves
with their own thinking. Also airtime) / to draw their own
blades (to draw in, attract, their adventurous audience who
would jeer Dylan) / When a trusty shillelagh (a cudgel - to think
hard for a solution to a problem, such as what Dylan’s poetry
now means) / came over their head (imposed itself on their
way of thinking, their power of reasoning that was way over
their imaginations, beyond their comprehension) / And bid
them take that as fair warning (and reminded them that Dylan
had them outsmarted) / And their old rusty rapiers that hung
by their sides (their out-of-use, outdated weapons that still
remained on their side of the argument - in My Back Pages he
sang of Left’s desire to “meet on edges”) / We flung them as
far as we could in the tide (in When The Ship Comes In “the
tide will pound” means a sudden trend that will hit hard, have
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a significant impact, work hard and continuously and educate

by constant repetition, so Dylan threw the far-flung arguments
of the folkies into the rising tide of folk rock) / “Now take them
up, devils!” cried Arthur McBride (now take up writing your
own songs on topics that are extremely controversial and
difficult to deal with) / “And temper (harden) / their edge in the
mornin’!” (and increase their militancy – again similar to My
Back Pages’ “[meeting] on edges” dueling with the opposition,
when you begin again in a new morning. Also get an edge,
an advantage in competition, over Dylan’s topical songs if you
can) /
And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow,

And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow,
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll,
And bade it a tedious returning,
And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks.
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs,
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks,
And left them for dead in the morning.
And the little wee drummer (the insignificant one who

recruited Dylan) / we flattened his bow (defeated him. Also
lowered the pitch of his musical instrument) / And we made a
football (a political football - a program or issue used to get
votes) / of his rowdy-dow-dow (folk music) / Threw it in the
tide for to rock and to roll (and discarded folk music for the
rising tide - popularity - of rock and roll) / And bade it a tedious
returning (and hoped that it never returned) / And we havin’ no
money (sarcastic: having no political power) / paid them off in
cracks (taught them a lesson after we became very highly
rated rock musicians who had broken barriers in the
entertainment world) / We paid no respect (had no regard for
their position or standing) / to their two bloody backs
(because of their efforts to destroy our lives in the pop music
world and their failures that they were well aware of) / And we
lathered them there (got them extremely agitated and excited)
/ like a pair of wet sacks (fans who had been anticipating
being dismissed, fired. They also sacked, plundered Dylan’s
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concerts) / And left them for dead in the morning (and started
a new beginning, leaving this community, that was no longer
functioning, no longer connected to a source of power for
ever).” Note: Dylan made a few changes from the original to
make this song an allegory. This is the first verse of the
original classic Irish anti-recruiting folksong: “I had a first
cousin called Arthur McBride / He and I took a stroll down by
the seaside / Seeking good fortune and what might betide / It
was just as the day was a’dawnin’ / After restin’ we both took a
tramp / We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp /
Besides the wee drummer who beat up the camp / With his
row-dee-dow-dow in the morning.” (Arthur McBride 1992
And so, to conclude and to finish disputes,

We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits,
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the mornin'.
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride,

As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside,
Mark now what followed and what did betide,
THE MONKEY TASTER
“Dylan addresses music critics who have a Leftwing

perspective) look you asshole tho i might be nothing but a
butter sculptor (producer of works of art made by shaping
things that are abstract) i refuse to go on working with the idea
of your praising as my reward (who cares what you think?) like
what are your credentials anyway? (can you produce poetry of
this quality?) excpt for talking about (trying to influence, affect
and convince) all us butter sculptors (artists that deal in
abstractions) what else do you do? (what do you create? In
Miscellaneous Advice to Geraldine Dylan wrote, “do not fall in
the trap of criticizing people who do nothing else but criticize”)
do you know what it feels like to make some butter
sculpture? (abstract art) do you know what it feels like to
actually ooze (to overflow with a quality or feeling - to exude)
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that butter (abstraction) around & create something of

fantastic worth? you said that my last year’s work (something
I created that you believe functions or operates according to
the plan or design of the Left) / “The King’s Odor” (the
stinking standing, repute, of the leaders of America) was great
then haven’t done anything as great since - just who the hell
are you talking to (trying to influence, affect and convince)
anyway? (you couldn’t be trying to influence me as you have
no understanding of my new poetry) you must have something
to do in your real life (not your fantasy life that is filled with
misinterpretation. In Advice to Geraldine On Her
Miscellaneous Birthday Dylan wrote, “do Not create anything.
it will be misinterpreted”) i understand that you praised the
piece (the work of art, the poem) you saw yesterday entitled
“The Monkey Taster” (the addict, the person with a monkey
on his back tastes - heroin - “taste” - a small sample of drugs)
about which you said meant “a nice work of butter (nice
creation of abstraction) carved into (made into an inscription,
dedicated to, commemorating) the shape (the form, the
outward shape) of a young (by a man with new ideas) man
who likes only african women” (who now has a taste for black
women - monkey’s are associated with Africa and also with
Black people but in a negative way as in “jungle monkey” or
“porch monkey”) you are an idiot - (someone who does not
understand what my poetry is about) it doesn’t mean that at
all...(your interpretation is filled with distorted facts) I hereby
want nothing to do with your hangups (your menacing,
burdensome and oppressive nature, your problems, and your
projection of them on my works of art) I really dont care what
you think of my work as i now know you dont understand it
anyway / I must go now - i have this new hunk (a large piece
of something without definite shape) of margarine (artificial
substitute for butter) waiting (that I am eagerly anticipating) in
the bathtub (and I am ready to glory in it, take pleasure from it
because it makes me feel good) - yes i said MARGARINE &
next week i just might decide to use cream (the best people in
a group) cheese (who are important) - & i really dont care
what you think of my experimenting (new poetry) - you take
yourself too seriously - (Dylan said the same thing about his
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former folk fans in Visions of Johanna - “Now, little boy lost, he

takes himself so seriously” See WALL) / you’re going to get
an ulcer (you are going to assume the characteristics of those
in the rat race) & go into the hospital (like Brooklyn State
Hospital where Dylan visited Woody Guthrie) - they’ll put you
in a ward where you cant have any visitors - you’ll go right off
your nut - i really dont care anymore (I don’t care for the Left
anymore) / i am so bored with your rules (criteria as to what
constitutes good art) & regulations (restrictions on my art
requiring me to write understandably and play acoustic music)
that i might not even talk to you again - (sarcastic: that I might
not try to have an influence, affect or attempt to convince you
again. Actually Dylan did so in numerous poems) just
remember tho, when you evaluate a piece of butter (when
you pass judgment on one of my abstract pieces of poetry that
you do not understand) you are talking about yourself (you’re
interpretation is entirely subjective and you are trying to
convince yourself into believing something) so you’d just
better sign your name (and it is something that you have
created so you might as well take credit for it).” (Tarantula
1966)
DYLAN’S GARBAGE
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THE DISCOVERY OF GARBOLOGY
One day in September, 1970, Ann Duncan and I were on our

way to the Cafe Gaslight on MacDougal Street and we
happened to pass Bob Dylan's townhouse. For four long years
I had been studying Dylan's poetry, trying to crack the code of
his symbolism. As I eyed the home of the reclusive poet I
wondered what went down behind the door that Dylan had
slammed in my face when I had tried to discuss my work with
him. Just then I noticed Dylan's shiny new steel garbage can.
My mind flashed back to a Lord Buckley riff from Johanna and
Whale: "I ain't out side anymore, I'm inside now." and said to
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myself, "Now, there's something that was inside and it's

outside now." I lifted the lid, I opened Pandora's can, I reached
in and the first thing, THE FIRST THING, that I pulled out of
Dylan's garbage was a half-finished letter written by Bob Dylan
to Johnny Cash. Click here to see a recreation of the
discovery of garbology and the letter to Cash. "Holy Moley, " I
said, "Ann, this is no ordinary garbage-can, this is a gold mine!
" Thus at that moment the clandestine trade craft of non-
governmental garbology was founded.
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Garbology, in its pure form, is the study of human personality

and contemporary civilization through the analysis of garbage,
or "garbanalysis." The basic premise is "You Are What You
Throw Away." Garbage is a macrocosmic reflection, a mirror
on life. The unassailable reality is that every living being
makes waste. Excretion is both natural and universal, a
process in which all life forms participate; the more
sophisticated the organism, the more sophisticated the waste
it produces. The garbologist, however, does not study feces.
We leave this to the medical profession and to the CIA, which
has been known to analyze the excretions of foreign leaders in
order to get an accurate picture of their health. Garbologists
stick to other types of human trash for subjects of study:
refuse, garbage, junk, trash, etc. Archaeologists sift through
this kind of stuff, too, but only if it is ancient. The garbologist
finds his research material on the street today (or, usually,
early in the morning) and from it he derives a mirrored image
of human behavior and the modern world in which we live.
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After my initial discovery in Dylan's garbage I realized that this

method of research had great potential as a clandestine
method. The lives of the rich, famous and powerful could be
penetrated, great secrets revealed, plain truths brought to light
from beneath the glittery facade. Garbology was a new
weapon in the war against lies, injustice and faceless
bureaucracy. The study and analysis of garbage could
possibly alter the course of history! I resolved at once that
aided by this valuable science I would leave no stone
unturned, no garbage can lid unturned, in my quest for truth.
Yet, certain thoughts crossed my mind as my career in

garbology blossomed. Was I trampling on other people's
rights? Was I becoming the very sort of secret police that I had
always opposed? Had I earned the epithets people threw at
me "snoop" and "sneak'" Was Bob Dylan right when he told
me, "A. J., you go through garbage like a pig, man"? I
wondered long and hard about this. But history will absolve
garbology for it is nothing less than a journalistic technique
and, in this post-Watergate world, the public's right to know is
far more important than the privacy of a public figure. The
ethics of garbology are parallel to the basic ethics of
journalism as put forth in the libel laws; if you are a public
figure, you are fair game. I only garbanalyze the rich, famous
and powerful. It is beneath the dignity of a distinguished
garbologist such as myself to dig through the refuse of just
any average bozo. When people ask me, "Hey, A.J., when are
you going to analyze my garbage?" l often reply, "Just as soon
as you stop being a non-entity."
How did I come to garbology? I guess you could trace it back

to my early childhood. My father was an Orthodox Jew,
however my mother was not. Occasionally she would
purchase non-Kosher food items. My father would go through
the garbage and read the ingredients on the disgarded
packing.
Immediately, I fell victim to the garbage stigma. People began

automatically to associate the name A. J. Weberman with
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"Dylan's garbage." Clearly the public did not realize that

people who work with garbified or semi-garbified matter
should not be made fun of, nor should they be held in low
esteem. The fact is, however, that America is starting to wake
up to garbage. With many of our natural resources rapidly
disappearing, garbage, be it ever so humble, is on its way to
becoming a highly valuable commodity. It won't be long before
the Commodities Exchange institutes are trading in garbage
futures. Garbology is now taught as a course at several
universities. REMEMBER: This is the pure garbology. I am
just a spy, sticking my nose where it should not be, and
engage in garbology as part of my tradecraft.
Garbology, the first science of garbage, has elevated the

status of trash collecting and related occupations. Garbage
men throughout this land are demanding a reappraisal of the
profession. The Associated Press reported that when a
sanitation man is East Moline, Illinois, was awarded a
"Municipal Employee of the Year Award" the City's public
works director called him Garbologist of the Year rather than
Garbage Collector of the Year. The fact is that the term
"garbage collector" is a misnomer anyway. Sanitation workers
do not collect garbage; they merely remove it. Only
garbologists actually save and catalog it. Distinctions like this
are important, and I have used them in an attempt to raise the
public consciousness. Surprisingly, the media has been very
helpful.
Shortly after discovering garbology, the media discovered me.

Esquire magazine hired me to do a cover story on garbage.
Articles began appearing in Glamour, Ingenue and Rolling
Stone. The Associated Press did a feature story that appeared
in hundreds of newspapers across the country. I began to
develop a nationwide network of garbology "stringers" who
sent me local trash. I was imitated by Jack Anderson, Robin
Moore, and other journalists. In order to stay ahead of the
competition I was forced to train an associate garbologist Aron
Morton Kay (who would later achieve notoriety as the man
who throws pies at celebrities Click here to go to the PieMan's
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WebSite. (Kay's notoriously effective pie "hits" include, among

others: Gordon Liddy; E. Howard Hunt; former New York
Mayor Abe Beame, Senator Daniel P. Moynihan; and William
F. Buckley.)
With Special Agent Kay in the field I could devote my time to

setting up the National Institute of Garbology, where advanced
research and development could be facilitated. The Institute is
located at 318 3rd Ave Suite #520, New York City 10010 and
is not open to the general public although inquiries are
welcome. Some of the most significant garbage on file at the
Institute has been scanned and reproduced on this site. Each
individual collection of garbage represents months of study
and research. But more than that, each is the result of action,
sometimes perilous, sometimes hilarious, but always
adventurous.
BOB DYLAN’S GARBAGE
After recovering from my shock and joy at finding an actual

hand-written letter by my favorite poet in the trash can, I pulled
myself together and began digging deeper, just barely aware
that I was opening up the first chapter of a brand new science.
I confess, though, that the overpowering odor of decaying
food, raw onions, dirty diapers and dog shit was a strong
argument for turning back. Nevertheless, I pushed onward
because I knew that "the answer was blowing in the wind."
There was so much stuff in that can that Ann and I decided to
go back to our Bowery loft and get the car. On the way I
wondered out loud if our treasure would be safe on
MacDougal Street? Despite the current rash of rip-offs in the
West Village, Ann assured me, "It hasn't got so bad that the
junkies rip off garbage. Anyway, they don't know what it's
worth." Sure enough, when we drove back the garbage was
still there and we loaded it into the back seat.
My fantasy was that I would find first drafts of Dylan's poetry

(Dylan eventually published some stained fast drafts in his
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book Poetry & Drawings, published by Knopf) or a Rosetta

stone that would unlock the secrets of his symbolism. But the
reality, as I began sorting through the bags, was a harsh one,
especially when I hit a layer ofdisposable diapers. It reminded
me that Dylan and his wife Sara had just recently had their
fourth child. I made my way down through a layer of kitchen
refuse vegetable cans, Blimpie wrappers, coffee grounds. His
eating habits seemed normal enough. No evidence of "brown
rice, seaweed or a dirty hot-dog." Underneath the kitchen stuff
a new layer came to light composed of rock-and-roll
magazines. There was Rock, Rolling Stone and even an issue
of Crawdaddy which contained an article that I had recently
written. I was deeply hurt by this. Why had Dylan insulted me
by throwing it away rather than filing it in his "Weberman" file?
Further on, I discovered a form letter to the Dylans from the

Little Red School House (around the corner on Bleecker
Street) thanking parents for contributing to one of the school's
funds. Click here to see this and other Dylan garbifacts.
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That was nice of Dylan, who is basically a confused, but really

nice guy. Next, I stumbled upon a fragment of a fan letter to
Dylan from someone in California that read, "...Marie will turn
to the wind and ask where heroin is available." Very strange
indeed. My next big revelation was that Dylan and I both
shopped at the same Grand Union supermarket! A
secondlayer of kitchen cast-offs contained the packaging from
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Grand Union brand sweet butter and Grand Union brand eggs,
as well as a Grand Union shopping bag, chicken bones, an
empty milk carton, green peas, an empty Balance apple juice
bottle, and some balled-up aluminum foil. Dylan's dog, Sasha,
was evidently fed a diet of Gainesburgers and Ken-L Ration.
And that was literally the bottom of that first barrel. Frankly, I
never imagined that I would stoop so low in my quest to
understand Bob Dylan, the poet and the man. However, my
efforts were immensely fruitful and justified further exploration.
After about ten excursions through Dylan's garbage can over a
two-week period in September1970, I began to piece together
a very clear picture of the person he really is and the life he
was living at that time. Essentially, the mythic Bob Dylan
romantic, revolutionary, visionary was dispelled forever by
thorough garbanalysis. Instead, he was revealed to be a
typically upper middle-class family man with very ordinary day-
to-day household concerns. From his pail I gathered bills from
the vet concerning treatment of Sasha's upset stomach;
invitations to Sara to attend private sales at exclusive
department stores; dozens of mail-order cosmetic offers; all
the high fashion magazines, addressed to Sara; a package
from Bloomingdale's addressed to one of Dylan's many
pseudonyms, and charged to Sara Dylan's account. I also
found a bill from the Book-of-the-Month Club, and a memo to
Bob Dylan regarding the upcoming monthly meeting of the
MacDougal Street Garden Association.
His family life, at that time, seems to have engrossed him

totally. There were Polaroid negatives of Dylan's youngest
child, one with a maid giving the kid a bottle. I found a color
print of one of his older children and a very clear negative of
the poet himself giving his kid a bottle.
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There was a card from Dylan's mother in Fort Lauderdale

wishing a happy birthday to one of the kids: "Darling
grandchildren, I miss and love you all very dearly. Hope to see
you soon. All our love always, Grandma and Joe." Like
everyone else, Dylan probably doesn't visit his mom as often
as she'd like. Click here to see this and other Dylan garbifacts.
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Apparently, Dylan does not have much regard for his fans. I
could tell this from the way he seemed to rip all his fan mail
into tiny shreds. Some quotes from fragments of two different
letters: "Thank you for helping me learn to think." "You
abomination, you're responsible for my kid growing his hair
down his back." The day after Jimi Hendrix died I found a
photo of Jimi that somebody had mailed to Dylan. It was
ripped to pieces.
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It seemed pitiful to find a poem from a fan named Harry Stitz,

titled "Decency," which had been mailed to Dylan only to end
up among the slimy coffee grounds and diaper dung at the
bottom of the poet's trashcan. It went, "Let's show the world
how things can be/ Why we will fight for decency? Cause we
believe all that's fair/ All that's just everywhere." Just for the
hell of it, I looked up Harry in the telephone directory and
called him up using my Bob Dylan voice. "Hello, Harry, this is
Bob, I got your poem, man. I want to use it on my next record."
"But, Bob, I thought you only did stuff that was, you know, far
out." I said, "Hey, man, my last record had 'Blue Moon' on it.
You call that far out?"
But nowhere did I find any evidence that Dylan was at all
interested in politics, causes, activism or world affairs. And at
that time, you'll recall, the war in Vietnam was still raging.
Nixon was in office four students had been killed earlier in the
year at Kent State and the six o'clock news made it difficult to
escape the endless stream of atrocities and injustices. Yet, it
seemed to me that Dylan had come a long way from the days
when he wrote "Gates of Eden," "Masters of War," and
"Blowin' in the Wind." The only remotely political piece of trash
I was able to find in his garbage was a poster from upstate
New York with a personal note on it from a local folk-singer in
Woodstock, asking Dylan to please vote in the upcoming
election for this particular Democratic county committeeman.
It was true, though, that despite the fact that he was a

millionaire, Dylan's garbage was not extravagant. There were
no empty caviar tins, no drained bottles of rare wines. The
typical shopping list for the Dylan household included items
such as cookie mix, liverwurst and granola.
For those two weeks in September, Dylan's garbage was

dynamite. But by October, he got wind of something
happening to his trash and began to expurgate his garbage-
can. It was only years later that I found out (from Dylan
himself) how he knew. It seems that Bob was in the habit of
rising early, before the garbage men arrived, to walk his
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children to school. One morning he picked up an empty wine

bottle some bum had left in his doorway and proceeded to
dispose of it in the can by the curb. But when he lifted the lid
he discovered that the garbage the maid had tossed there the
night before was missing. Later one of Dylan's friends
suggested, "lt's Weberman." Said Dylan later, "It crossed my
mind that it was you, A.J. But in case it wasn't suppose
someone was planning to kidnap one of my childrenI put the
house under twenty four hour surveillance." The photographs
he obtained from the surveillance must have been pretty
funny, but perhaps not to Dylan. Despite my suspicion that
Dylan was aware he was being garbanalyzed, I continued my
work in the field. The pickings were slim. The only significant
find was a prescription from his doctor for a strong muscle
relaxant for Dylan. From this I was able to conclude that three
years after his mysterious motorcycle accident, Dylan was still
feeling the effects. But the effects of my garbological research
were also telling on Bob. For three weeks straight his cans
were totally dried up. I decided that that was all I was going to
get from that mother lode, and set forth to tell the world about
garbology.
It began with my article in the East Village Other, titled

"Dylan's Garbage's Greatest Hits." It became an instant
classic and my rifling of Dylan's garbage entered the folklore
of rock 'n' roll. From there it was onward and upward on the
ladder of media exposure. Rolling Stone produced a cover
story on the subject, called "In the Alley with Bob Dylan."
Unfortunately for me they let Dylan edit it and as a result I was
made to look like a complete idiot. The stories that appeared
in Newsweek, Time, Newsday, Ingenue and Glamour were
more favorable to my garbological investigation of Dylan than
was the one in Rolling Stone, because the other publications
are less dependent on the music industry for advertising
revenue. Eventually, Esquire jumped on the garbage wagon
and commissioned me to do an article on other famous
people's garbage.
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Pretty soon my interest in garbage began to outweigh my

fascination with Dylan and I stopped visiting the curb where he
lived. Up to this point I had considered myself essentially a
Dylanologist. But now I was fully devoted to this new science
and became exclusively a garbologist. As my investigations
took me further and further afield, the fetid smell of Dylan's
trash can faded into memory, lost amid the exotic odors of
more recent, more famous garbage from the Upper East Side,
Washington, Watergate and Hollywood.
DYLAN MAKES THE RIGHT MOVE
I ventured into the poet's slimy pail, one last time as it

happened, a climactic event that became known as "The Time
Dylan Stomped A.J." Dylan defending his can.
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The incident occurred in September, 1971, about three

months before the Esquire article appeared. Ann Garcelon,
reporter and friend from the Associated Press doing a feature
story on garbology wanted to see garbology in action, so we
took a cab up to the town house owned by banker David
Rockefeller where we picked up a small greasy bag of trash.
We took it over to Ann's nearby apartment where garbanalysis
revealed nothing more than a few chicken bones. So as not to
disappoint the reporter, I made a date with her for the next day
to meet in front of what I considered to be the best garbage
can in New York City Dylan's.
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I can see now, in retrospect that this was sheer idiocy on my

part. I should have stayed far away from Dylan's can, because
in 1971 I'd started the Dylan Liberation Front (D. L. F.). Its
purpose was to remind Dylan about his failure to contribute
money or energy to anti-war and civil rights organizations, and
his lack of support for political prisoners despite the fact that
he'd built his career singing songs about their struggles. Many
others, along with myself, were concerned about his refusal at
that time to perform at political benefit concerts, the lack of
social commitment in his song lyrics and the fact that he
owned stock in companies that produced weapons used in
Vietnam. Dylan met with me on a number of occasions, but he
never seemed to understand. To make our point, the D.L.F.
held a party on May 24, 1971, Dylan's thirtieth birthday, right in
front of his house on MacDougal Street. About a thousand
angry fans were in attendance. Samples of Dylan's garbage
were handed out and we presented Bob, in absentia, with a
padlocked, concrete-filled, garbologist-proof trash can. Things
almost got out of hand, however, when Bob McClain, a
provocateur hired by the New York City Red Squad, began
messing up Dylan's doorway with fake money and then
refused a cop's order to pick it up. Instead, he started inciting
the crowd to riot. The cops who were watching the whole thing
began to look nervous. I began to look nervous. The crowd
started to get nervous. But before anything could happen, my
co-host, Abbie Hoffman, was able to calm everybody down,
after I told him that the cat was an undercover pig.
The Dylan Birthday Party turned into a legendary event. The

international press picked it up, and even in Israel, on his first
trip to the Holy Land, the Poet was haunted by it. Perhaps the
demonstration had the desired effect, though, because a few
months later, Bob Dylan showed up and performed at George
Harrison's benefit to aid the starving people of Bangladesh.
But the D. L. F. did nothing to endear me to Dylan. Just the
opposite, in fact. So, although I'd declared publicly, after the
Bangladesh Concert, that I'd leave Dylan alone, there I was
again in front of his house with the AP reporter and a
photographer digging through his trash can. I pulled out a
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crate that had held Israeli oranges, a bag of dirty diapers, and
an unsmoked cigar. I was posing with my finds, but as the
photographer focused, I heard the door behind me open. The
camera clicked just as I heard someone scream, "Get the hell
out of my garbage! You filthy animal! I can't throw anything
away anymore without you pawing through it!"
IT WAS SARA DYLAN
She went after Ann, scratching at her face, then attacked the
photographer (a sixty-year-old wire service veteran). I tried
reasoning with Sara. "If you get so upset about me taking your
garbage," l said, "why do you throw it away?" This only
pushed her into a greater fury. It was like trying to talk
integration to a lynch mob. "Give me that camera or I'll put you
in the hospital," she threatened. I urged the photographer to
get a picture quick. "She's a nut," I said. But the reporter and
photographer were halfway down the block. "You garbage-
picker," said Sara, "You're filth compared to Bob." She walked
off into the house.
On my way home my conscience began to bother me. Why

had I gone back to Dylan's garbage? Could it be that I was
hopelessly addicted to his junk? Was I hopelessly addicted to
publicity? I tried to call up Sara to apologize and left a
message with her secretary. That afternoon I was walking
down Elizabeth Street with my head bowed down to my shoes
trying to figure out where I was really at, when I heard a
bicycle stop a few feet in back of me. I thought nothing of it.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, an arm clasped around my
neck. I wrenched it loose, turned around and saw it was Bob
Dylan, my former idol, the man who'd written all the symbolist
poetry I meticulously studied. My thoughts were interrupted by
a punch in the head. Could this actually be happening or was
it a bad dream? Perhaps it was a combination of both. I didn't
fight back. Instead I tried to calm Dylan down and block his
punches. But he was having too much fun to stop. He threw
me down on the ground and he began to knock my head
against the pavement. Finally some local freaks pulled Dylan
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off. We both got up and I was speechless. Dylan ripped the

D.L.F. button from my shirt, got on his bicycle and rode off into
the sunset.
I stood there for several seconds trying to figure out why Dylan
didn't use karate on me. "Maybe that story about his taking
lessons from the Jewish Defense League is a lie?" l
wondered. The next moment I picked up an empty wine bottle
and started running after Dylan. Seconds later I spotted him
on his bike, waiting for a light. I sneaked up behind him and
was ready to let him have it with the bottle, Brooklyn-style, but
couldn't do it. Dylan was right. I shouldn't have messed with
his junk. So I slunk back to the scene of the crime. A Bowery
bum who'd witnessed the entire episode shamed up to me and
asked, "Did he get much money?" I told him, "Man, that's was
BOB DYLAN, he doesn't have to roll hippies on the Bowery."
Seven years later Dylan remained obsessed by his victory. In

Street Legal Dylan wrote:
"There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze/

Laughter down on Elizabeth Street/And a lonesome bell tuned
in that valley of stone/ As he bathed in a l stream of pure white
heat/it felt out of place with my foot in his face/ But he should
have stayed where his money was clean!!"
A lot of insanity went down in front of those cans that year. As

Bob put it, during one of the frequent meetings we had prior to
the Birthday Party, "You know, Al, you started a fad. That's
right. All these college kids come down to steal my garbage.
Fraternity types. You wouldn't like these kids, either. Dylan
referred to garbology in a phone conversation which I
recorded: "Al, you know a lot of people want to hurt you after
that garbage thing.... It's not my garbage, anyway it all gets
mixed together in my building. You shouldn't go through
garbage like a pig, man, that puts you in the same class with
the government phone-tappers . . . you do a lot of things that
aren't on the up and up . . . you don't fight pigs, man, you fight
to go through my garbage."
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Although I haven't been near Dylan's cans in years, Special

Agent Aron Kay went through it about 14 years ago (without
prior clearance from headquarters). Aron was actually able to
come up with an unfinished poem and a few other goodies.
Here is what Special Agent Kay found. But now that Dylan has
broken up with Sara, and moved out of the Village to Malibu,
things just "ain't the same." Dylan has installed a cyclone
fence and guard towers to foil garbological attempts on his
trash.
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BOB DYLAN’S ARTWORK
When I hung out with Dylan in his studio on Houston Street he

took him to the back of the storefront and showed me his
artwork for Self Portrait. I told him he was better off writing
poetry. I have always believed artistic talent is innate, it is
something you are born with. But observing Dylan’s artwork
over the years I have noticed a remarkable improvement to
the point where sometimes I wonder if Dylan was the artist
that painted his later works. If you visit this website you can
see the jump he makes in his art from 2015 to 2016.
http://www.castlegalleries.com/artists/bob-dylan/#collection
Dylan hints at the fact that some are forgeries. “Some of
these works have much more complexity of detail. Some
are less demanding...in some cases my hand couldn’t do
what my eye was perceiving.”
I know Dylan is a genius as having been the first to recognize

the complexity of his poetry. But why the disparity in detail?
And why the apology? Dylan has already been accused of
copying from a Japanese photographer. He always wanted to
be a great artist and perhaps couldn’t make the grade so he
had someone ghost-paint his paintings? In the 1920’s
Picasso was a classicist. When he changed his style he never
went back. Looking at Bob’s paintings in chronological order I
notice a monumental jump from 2015 to 2016. Perhaps Dylan
had someone ghost-paint the more detailed works in order to
convince the Nobel Prize Committee that he was a genius. Or
maybe he is an artistic genius.
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It is great to hear of you interest in Bob Dylan’s artwork,

Dylan’s original Drawn Blank sketches date from 1989 to
1992, he drew them as a way of relaxing and refocusing his
mind while touring America, Europe and Asia these were then
published in a book entitled ‘Drawn Blank’ in 1994. In his
2004 memoir, Chronicles, he writes: “What would I draw?
Well, I guess I would start with whatever was at hand. I sat at
the tale, took out a pencil and paper and drew the typewriter, a
crucifix, a rose, pencils, knives and pins, empty cigarette
boxes. I’d lose track of time completely....Not that I thought I
was any great drawer, but I did feel like I was putting an
orderliness to the chaos around.”
Ingrid Mössinger came across Dylan’s sketches during a visit

to New York in 2006, she then was thrilled to learn that Dylan
would agree to have these exhibited for the first time. When
Dylan had created the sketches he had intended to create
paintings based upon them. Ingrid’s proposed exhibition
encouraged him to now do this using watercolour and
gouache, these paintings formed a collection entitled ‘The
Drawn Blank Series’. Unlike the delicacy of the drawings, the
paintings are expressive and vibrant. Dylan paints several
versions of the same image, using different colours and tones
to result in a dynamic variety of impressions, feelings and
emotions. This choice and skill in applying different colour
arrangements to the same original drawing enables Dylan to
express his feelings and perceptions of an idea or view –
continually evoking different feelings and reactions and
thereby creating evolving works of art.
In 2010 Dylan exhibited his first ever paintings in acrylic, this

new medium opened up to Dylan during an intensive burst of
artist activity, he completed a significant new group of 50
paintings, The Brazil Series. In the subsequent exhibition at
Copenhagen’s Statens Museum for Kunst from September
2010 to April 2011, visitors saw how Dylan had developed
preliminary studies into richly coloured depictions of
countryside, cityscape and, above all, characters.
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With the latest collection, The Beaten Path, the common

theme of these works was to have something to do with the
American landscape – how you see it while crisscrossing the
land and seeing it for what it’s worth, staying out of the
mainstream and travelling the back roads, free born style.
Dylan explains in the Forward of the brochure to this
collection, “My idea was to keep things simple, only deal with
what is externally visible. These paintings are up to the
moment realism – archaic, most static, but quivering in
appearance. The contradict the modern world.” “Some of
these works have much more complexity of detail. Some
are less demanding...in some cases my hand couldn’t do
what my eye was perceiving.” He has created this collection
using watercolours and acrylics and wanted to strip the
consumer culture, mass media, commercial art, celebrities etc
out of these landscapes so that if the viewer visited where the
picture actually existed, they will see the same thing. If you
look at the different collections you can see the progression
from Dylan to where he has come to now. The 15 pieces
chosen for the first ‘Beaten Path’ collection are a mix of
watercolour pieces and acrylic pieces.
I hope this has helped even slightly? Let me know what you
think.
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Above are some of Dylan’s earlier works. The first Self Portrait
painting makes him look like he’s on the nod. The Big Pink
cover looks like the works of a child.
Dylan starts to improve circa 1998.
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BOB DYLAN REVISIONIST ART
There is only one way to describe Dylan’s revisionist art. Sick.

First of all Revisionism is assocated with Historical
Revisionism, or Holocaust denial which Dylan engaged in.
One of his photomontages labels American politicians Nazi
war criminals, other use the word faggot and negro. The
Magazine covers are full of half naked guys and women and
demonstrate what a perv Dylan is.
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HIDDEN PICTURES IN JOHN WESLEY HARDING LP

COVER
One of the ways this Dylanologist reinvigorated Dylan’s fading

career was to point out the the JOHN WESLEY HARDING LP
contained hidden pictures. Jann Wenner of Rolling Stone put
this in random notes and interest was rekindled in this off the
wall LP. Dylan superimposed the Beatles and a gunman
holding a rifle to the cover.
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Of course there is symbolism in Dylan’s sculpture. One side of

this artwork depicts his folk career. The spring represents the
spring upward in Dylan’s career while the monkey wrench is
the Newsweek Magazine article that almost destroyed him.
The meat grinder represents the Woody Guthrie songs he had
to grind out like and organ grinder. This left him in the chains
of the communists as he said in As I Went Out one Morning –
to breath the air around Tom Paine. I saw the fair damsel that
ever did walk in chains” in relation his award by the
Communist front group titled the Tom Paine Civil Liberties
Award. The guitar and the G symbolize playing acoustic and
GUTHRIE. On the other side the vice, the spikes, the gripping
pliers and the sun could point to heroin but it is pretty
ambiguous.
BACKWARDS MASKING
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HUNGRY LIKE A MAN IN DRAG
Bob Dylan is HIV Positive and at one point in his life had full
blown AIDS. I first became aware of this after Dylan
contracted Histoplasmosis. An article appeared on a gay
website that stated this disease effected AIDS/HIV patients
with compromised immune systems. I then began to review
Dylan’s poetry retrospectively, with the premise that he had
AIDS. I had listened to songs like the Disease of Conceit
many times and thought Bob was talking about conceit. Then I
heard lines like “conceit is a disease the doctors can’t cure” in
a different light and then holy shit, I realized the poem was
about AIDS.
This book is going to be hated by Dylan fans and I am going to

be vilified: but screw them I realize by this time I will never win
a popularity contest with Bob Dylan. Dylan fans don’t want to
hear the truth. They said I was making up shit when I said Bob
was a dope fiend but then he admitted on tape.
Bob was sexually active during a time when AIDS was first
emerging and contracted it from a woman, judging from an
allegory found in this autobiography, Chronicles, a prostitute
who had sex with bisexuals or intravenous drug users. The
AIDS virus has a dormant stage when there are no symptoms
yet it can be transmitted. So Bob Dylan may have been a
vector. Bob can never get rid of this virus but now he has it
under control Most Of The Time.
Bob described what is was like to be afflicted with this then

terminal disease in poetic terms and when I first realized he
had this disease I cried for him, however, Robert Allen
Zimmerman is one of the few people in the world that
deserves to have AIDS.
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The perfidy doesn’t end here. After Bob’s became HIV

Positive and started to evidence symptoms he continued to
have heterosexual unprotected sex with his second and secret
wife, African-American Carol Dennis, who gave birth to his
daughter, Desiree. He engaged in other sexual relationships
and remarried after divorcing Dennis. He infected some of
these women with HIV and paid them huge settlements to
keep their traps shut. At least one other of his victims was
black which makes sense in terms of the racist subcontent
throughout Dylan’s poems. None of these women have come
forward although in Britta Shain’s book Seein’ The Real You
At Last she recalled that after she broke up with Bob she had
“cold after cold.” All this adds up to the Nobel Prize for
Literature was awarded to a truly evil person who deserved
every bit of suffering he experienced before AIDS became a
manageable disease. Bob was also the first HIV Positive
person to get a Nobel Prize.
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THE AGE OF INNOCENCE
ROSANNE TENENBAUM
AND BOB ZIMMERMAN,
CAMP HERZL, AUGUST 1957.
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ROSANNE TENENBAUM
AND BOB ZIMMERMAN,
CAMP HERZL, AUGUST 1957.
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BONNE BEECHER
GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY
ECHO STAR HELSTROM
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Once there was Judy And she said Hi to me When no one

else Could take the Time...But she broke me Up When she
didn't Write back and I died for a year - Seela And then there
was Ione Who wore a Ring on her Left hand...my mind went
Insane Every time I saw her - Seela Then there was Carol
Who had tits Like headlights On a fire engine And a face like
Helen ... she'd rape my feelings ... Then there was Barbara
Her parents liked me And I liked them But I loved Barbara
more...Then came another Judy She had a long Pony Tail And
wanted Some day To be an Actress ... Now there's Judy again
And my Circe starts Over ... I don't fit in anymore I'm Lost And
my trouble is I know it.
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A DATE WITH THE FAIRY QUEEN: $20
In 1960 Dylan wrote Talkin’ Folklore Center:
So I got on a subway and took a seat

Got out on 42nd Street.
I met this fellow named Delores there,
He started rubbin' his hands through my hair --
I figured somethin' was wrong,
So I ran through ten hot-dog stands, four movie houses,
And a couple a dancing studios to get back on the subway
train.
In 1962 in I Shall be Free Bob claimed he feared female

impersonators:
Well, I took me a woman late last night

I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her wig, said, "How do I look" ?
I's high flyin', bare naked ...Out the window.
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So who would have thought Bob was bisexual? It was like in

prison: those who told everyone they hated snitches and fags
were probably snitches and fags. For his first 2 months in
Manhattan Bob was male prostitute working rough trade in
Times Square and was almost murdered by one of his Johns.
This explains why Bob put a photo of Times Square on the
cover of his autobiography rather than the arch in Washington
Square Park or a picture of MacDougal Street.
Yes siree Bob, subhuman or otherwise, Greenwich Village

wasn’t the first place young Bobby Zimmerman frequented
when he first came to New York Town. He wrote this in
Talkin’ New York Bob Dylan 1961.
I swung onto my old guitar

Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
In Chronicles Dylan said he was dropped off in the Village by

car not on the subway. Where was he prior to writing that?
Sellin’ his ass in sleazy bars around Forty-Deuce.
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He admitted it to Robert Shelton, the NYT critic who gave him

his first big break and the same dude he confessed to that he
was a slimy junkie.
“I shucked everybody when I came to New York. I played cute.

I did not go down to the Village when I first got to New York. I
have a friend…. he’s a junkie now. We came to New York
together. He wrote plays. We hung out of on 43rd Street,
hustled for two months and did everything. I got the ride here
in December 1960. I came down to the Village in February.
But I was here in New York in December 1960. Hustling with
this cat. I was not scared of people, you dig? You name it
we did it. Sometimes we would make one hundred a night,
really, from four in the afternoon until three or four in the
morning. We would make one hundred and fifty or two
hundred and fifty a night between us and hang around in bars.
Cats would pick us up and chicks would pick us up. And we
would do anything you wanted, as long as it paid. It was
very cut-throat.
“You gotta shell out a lotta money just to hang around, so we

weren’t making anything. We ended up in the village. And I
had the guitar. I didn’t have any place to stay but it was easy
for me. People took me in. That’s where I almost got killed
before I came down to the Village. I didn’t plan to stay in
New York. I left anyway in the spring and didn’t plan to come
back. I came back because I really missed it. There was no
other place that I really could go. The first places I played in
were on 44th and 43rd Streets between Broadway and Eighth
Avenue in any of those bars. I didn’t come down to the Village
until two months later. Nobody knew I had been hustling
uptown.”
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DYLAN HAS ACTORS REENACT HIS RIDE TO NYC WITH

CHARLIE ON THE COVER OF TOGETHER THROUGH LIFE
You can say that Bob made this up as he did having traveled
with carnivals, ridden freights and generally Woody-Guthried
Jack Elliotited it up. This enhanced his career. Making up a
story that he was a sleazy bag Times Square object of chicken
hawks with cum dripping from his mouth did not further his
career, unless everyone had the mentality of a pervert.
Remember at the time the time the CPUSA was in charge of
the folk scene and the Reds considered homosexuality a
product of capitalist decadence. Leftists comprised most of his
fan base.
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Victor Maymudes, one of Bob’s oldest friends in New York

City told Britta Lee Shain that Bob sold his body for $20 a pop
when he first came to New York and she revealed it in her
book Seein’ The Real You At Last. This explains this excerpt
from the liner notes to Another Side of Bob Dylan 1964.
Charlie’s either Dylan or his redacted friend he was hookin’
with.
michelangelo would've wept

if he saw but once where charlie slept
(whoa, charlie, i'm afraid you've stepped
beyond the borders of being kept)
what price what price what price disgrace
for sleepin' on a cherub's face?
Even "Michelangelo" who was rumored to be gay "would've

wept" felt sorry, remorse "if he saw but once where charlie
slept" if he saw where Charlie (Dylan and/or Dylan’s buddy)
had sexual relations "(whoa, charlie, i'm afraid you've stepped
beyond the borders of being kept)" you are not just kept by
one man or woman but are out there in Forty Deuce hustling
you ass "what price" the cost at which something is obtained
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"what price" an amount of money for which a person will

forsake principles or obligations "what price" that which must
be given, done, or undergone in order to obtain a thing “what
price” $20 "disgrace" to be a male prostitute "for sleepin'"
“sleep with” to have sexual relations with "on a cherub's"
cherub: a person, especially a child, with an innocent or
chubby face "face?" mouth? Dylan was sucking cock.
This line from Tarantula might refer to that ultra-degenerate

episode in Bob Dylan’s so called life “we are all alike & place
scorpions neatly in our insides - we take pills thru the ass we
praise faggot missionaries & throw homosexuals into
phenomenon gutters.”
Bob confessed to having been a male prostitute however Bob

was down on gays and took a different position in 2001 in
Soon After Midnight:
Charlotte's a harlot
Dresses in scarlet
Mary dresses in green
It's soon after midnight
And I've got a date with the fairy queen
Charlotte's a harlot the Democrats, who held their 2012

convention in Charlotte, North Carolina, are political whores
who will go against conventional morality in order to get votes
Dresses in the Democrats have an outer covering or
appearance; guise: an ancient ritual in modern dress scarlet
being flagrantly immoral or unchaste: scarlet thoughts. Mary a
male homosexual who takes the passive, feminine role
dresses in green is easily duped or deceived; gullible It's soon
after midnight things are at their worst, their darkest And I've
got a date and there is a particular point or period of time at
which something is expected to happen as in set a date for a
wedding with the fairy queen that is a date for a same sex
wedding “Fairy” and “Queen” are two derogatory terms for
homosexuals. In Watch the River Flow Dylan wrote, “
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Wish I was back in the city

Instead of this old bank of sand
With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
And the one I love so close at hand
If I had wings and I could fly
I know where I would go
But right now I’ll just sit here so contentedly
And watch the river flow
“Wish I was back in the city” sarcastic; wish I was back in

Greenwich Village. Dylan told me, “Al you been in the city”
Greenwich Village “too long” “Instead of this old bank of sand”
sarcastic; instead of being rich and famous “With the sun” with
a person whose actions and opinions strongly influence the
course of events such as Allen Ginsberg “beating down over”
presiding over a group of beats “the chimney tops” who were
mostly fags “And the one I love so close at hand” sarcastic;
and those aggressive homos that I hate within distance of me
“If I had wings and I could fly” if I was a fairy “I know where I
would go” I would go to hell for my immoral behavior “But right
now I’ll just sit here so contentedly” but right now I was wait
here so satisfied with things as they are “And watch the river
flow.”
“Chimney” is associated with gays. Tarantula, “‘shouldn’t done

that’ said a very manly girl who came down the
chimney”…”a roaring free for all is witnessed later between
as follows: rabbit seller, who, because he lives in a room
where the rain continues to fall thru the chimney, always has a
chronic cough & is constantly in an al capone type mood - call
him White Man/ the ex faggot g.i., who now transports
dummies from macy's to yankee stadium & whose ears
always bleed in heavy weather.”
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DIGNITY 1995***
The first step in decoding Dylan requires a foreknowledge that

Dylan is not what you think he is but exactly the opposite. He
is a neo-Confederate not a liberal. In Dear Landlord Dylan
writes “When that steamboat whistle blows I’ll give you all I got
to give” when you realize I am a neo-Confederate you will
finally understand my poetry. The second step is finding words
that would express neo-Confederate or downright racist
thoughts.
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Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel

Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a COTTONFIELD
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass

Young man lookin' in the SHADOWS THAT PASS
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve

Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN
Searchin' high, searchin' low

Searchin' everywhere I know
ASKIN' THE COPS WHEREVER I GO
Have you seen dignity
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Blind man BREAKIN' OUT of a trance

Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity
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
I went down where the vultures feed

I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a RAZOR BLADE

House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask THE MAID
Have you seen dignity
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears

In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
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
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand

Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the SONS OF DARKNESS and the sons of light
In the border-towns of despair
Got no place to FADE, got no coat

I'M ON THE ROLLIN' RIVER IN A JERKIN' BOAT
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Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote

About dignity
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure

Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the black-heart wind

Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed

Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake

Too many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity
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Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel

Thin man lookin’ at his last meal
Hollow man lookin’ in a cotton field
For dignity
“Fat man” a man abounding in desirable elements: “blade” - a

swordsman steel. Something, such as a sword, that is made
of steel. The Empire builders used advanced weapons. “Thin
man lookin’ at his last meal” “Thin” Sparsely supplied or
provided; scanty: A native African looking at being executed.
A condemned prisoner's last meal is a customary ritual
preceding execution. In many countries, the prisoner may,
within reason, select what the last meal will be.
“Hollow man” A man without substance or character
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“lookin’ in a cotton field” is imported to the New World to pick

cotton
Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass

Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin’ through painted glass
For dignity
Wise man Exhibiting common sense; prudent: a wise decision.

Blade of Grass is evolution. Blade of grass first appeared in If
Dogs Run Free that concerned the freeing of slaves. It means
a more primitive being.
If dogs run free, then what must be

Must be, and that is all
True love can make a blade of grass
Stand up straight and tall
In harmony with the cosmic sea
True love needs no company
It can cure the soul, it can make it whole
If dogs run free
TRUE LOVE CAN MAKE A BLADE OF GRASS

STAND UP STRAIGHT AND TALL
“If dogs run free, then what must be must be, and that is all” If
Blacks are allowed their freedom there will always be crime
and that is that. It is evolutionary. Sarcastic: “True love can
make a blade of grass Stand up straight and tall” loving Blacks
can make something very primitive evolve into a human-being.
Also sarcastic: loving Blacks will make them evolve faster. “In
harmony” in a relationship in which various components exist
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together without destroying one another such as Whites and

Blacks “with the cosmic sea” were the natural order of things
rules Cosmic: So pervasive and all-inclusive as to exist in or
affect the whole world “true love” loving the Blacks or N-word
loving “needs no company” sarcastic: does not need a
subdivision of a military regiment like the National Guard to
keep them in line.
Sarcastic: “It can cure the soul” it can correct a harmful

situation that Blacks have created Soul: of or relating to Black
Americans and their culture: soul brother; soul food. “It can
make it whole” can replace the part that is missing in Blacks,
the gene “If dogs run free.”
“Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass” Young man,

foolish men looking at the darkies, shadows. An incipient
growth of beard that makes the skin look darker. “That pass” –
pass: be accepted as a member of a group by denying one's
own ancestry or background. “Poor man” Not adequate in
quality or quantity; inferior: looking for religion to civilize them–
“painted glass” stain glass window of a church for Dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve

Went into the LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN
“Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve

on New Year’s Eve” when someone was drunk “Somebody
said dignity was the first to leave” Somebody said a Black did
it “I went into the city, went into the town” This is common in
the ghetto
Went into the land of the midnight sun “Midnight” A period of

darkness and gloom. son
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Searchin’ high, searchin’ low

Searchin’ everywhere I know
Askin’ the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Searchin’ Law To examine (a person or property) for the

purpose of discovering evidence of a crime. High Slang
Intoxicated by alcohol or a drug, such as cocaine or
marijuana. “low” depressed or dejected
Blind man breakin’ out of a trance

Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin’ to find one circumstance
Of dignity
Prisoner on parole: Blind: Closed at one end: a blind socket; a

blind passage. Having no opening: a blind wall. Break to force
one's way out of; escape from: break jail. Trance: any mental
state in which a person is unaware or apparently unaware of
the environment, characterized by loss of voluntary
movement, rigidity, and lack of sensitivity to external stimuli.
Puts his both hands in the pockets of chance
Pocket: To take possession of for oneself, especially

dishonestly: pocketed the receipts from the charity dance. And
take a risk or hazard; a gamble trying to get some money
“circumstances” Financial status or means.
Soul of a nation is under the knife

Death is standing in the doorway of life
In the next room a man is fighting with his wife
Over dignity
The Civil War where more Americans died than in any of

configuration because it was brother against brother all over a
bunch of worthless Blacks. (Actually it was Confed v.
Federalist.
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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
Mary Lou is Black judging from her speech. Black gang

warfare.
I went down where the vultures feed

I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn’t any difference to me
I went to buy dope where a person or thing that preys greedily

and ruthlessly on others, esp the helpless I could have gone to
someone even worse but there wasn’t no need as I was
supplied with drugs. Heard the dialects of the rich and that of
their dealers but it was all the same to me?
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade

House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?
“Chilly” A sudden numbing fear or dread. “sharp” fierce or

impetuous; violent: a sharp temper; a sharp assault with a
“razor blade” “House on fire, debts unpaid” life in a desperate
state This gave me an opportunity to see or understand
something usually unseen (window) and ask the maid, the
virgin, sarcastic, have you seen your baby daddy?
Drinkin’ man listens to the voice he hears

In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors
Lookin’ into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
Jewish man: “Drink” - To take in eagerly through the senses or

intellect “Voice” – information from the liberal media in an
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overfilled or compacted or concentrated; "a crowded room full

of covered-up mirrors" Where Jews morn for Jews killed by
Blacks (Jews cover up their mirrors when they morn ) and look
back to the Civil Rights Movement to explain the actions of
Blacks.
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
Met the old British in the home of the blues, America with
blacks. “Said he’d give me information if his name wasn’t
used” Said he would tell me how the British dealt with slavery
but one had to be discreat about it “He wanted money up
front” He suggested to buy their freedom like the British did
rather than fight the Civil War “said he was abused” he
suffered abuse: Insulting or hurtful language, especially when
used to threaten or demoralize: subjected her subordinates to
verbal abuse from the Blacks.
Footprints runnin’ ’cross the silver sand

Steps goin’ down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the border towns of despair
The impact that a particular activity, person, or group has on

the silver sands, history. In this case Blacks. Gradually
descending into the same level as Africa. I met the authors of
ignorance and the authors of truth
. the border between the U.S. and Mexico, esp. along the Rio
Grande..
Got no place to fade, got no coat

I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
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. (intr) to lose freshness, vigour, or youth; wither, coat of paint

One of the most prominent scenes in the book was the “fence
scene”, where Tom Sawyer was tasked by his Aunt Polly to
whitewash their fence as a punishment for a prior mischief
Tom Sawyer Samuel Clemmins
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure

Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
c. Nauseated. To falsify or change in such a way as to make

favorable to oneself: doctored the evidence.
. A style or individual sample of writing.
Englishman stranded in the BLACK-HEART wind

For dignity
Englishman stranded One of the elements woven together to

make an intricate whole, such as the plot of a novel.
in the BLACK-HEART wind
A black heart describes someone or something seen as

innately evil or fundamentally corrupt.
Combin' To eliminate with or as with a comb: his hair back, A

minute distance or narrow margin: won by a hair.
his future looks thin to become reduced or diminished
Bites the bullet
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Usually, the unpleasant or uncomfortable action is something

that the person has been putting off or resisting before he
inevitably bites the bullet and does what he know he must do.
and he looks within in or into the interior of or the parts or

space enclosed by: within city walls.
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture To describe vividly in words;

make a verbal picture of: pictured their heroism in glowing
language.
and I just laughed
I went into the red, went into the BLACK
Into the valley of dry bone
Ezekiel connected dem dry bones,

Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Dreams
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To find dignity

To find dignity
An incipient growth of beard that makes the skin look darker.
o be accepted as a member of a group by denying one's own

ancestry or background.
Not adequate in quality or quantity; inferior:
Somebody got murdered
on New Year’s Eve when someone was drunk
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Went into the land of the midnight sun
the ghetto
JAIL BAIT FOR CHICKEN HAWKS
DIGNITY: THE CHICKEN HAWKS OF TIMES SQUARE
Dylan’s confession to Robert Shelton about being a Times

Square male prostitute seemed to explain the line in Dignity,
“somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve.” I thought
Dignity 1995*** was a detailed description of how Bob Dylan
was almost murdered when he was jail bait for chicken hawks.
Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve

Went into the land of the midnight sun
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Dylan almost got murdered by one of his tricks. “land of the

midnight sun” The City That Never Sleeps is a well-known
nickname for New York City, famously employed in the
"Theme from New York, New York", covered by Frank Sinatra.
It may also refer to: The City That Never Sleeps (film), a 1924
drama. City That Never Sleeps, a 1953 film noir.
Englishman stranded in the black-heart wind

For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
I went into the red, went into the black

Into the valley of dry bone dreams
To find dignity
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Dylan commented on Dignity in Chronicles:
Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly
gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all. I started and
completed the song "Dignity" the same day I'd heard the sad
news about Pistol Pete. I started writing it in the early
afternoon, about the time the morning news began to wear
away and it took me the rest of the day and into the night to
finish it.
“It's like I saw the song up in front of me and overtook it, like I
saw all the characters in this song and elected to cast my
fortunes with them. I have a problem sometimes remembering
someone's real name, so I give them another one, something
that more accurately describes them, and I had a tendency to
do that throughout this song. There were more verses with
other individuals in different interplays. The Green Beret, The
Sorceress, Virgin Mary, The Wrong Man, Big Ben, and The
Cripple and The HONKEY. The list could be endless. All kinds
of identifiable characters that found their way into the song but
somehow didn't survive. I heard the whole piece in my head
rhythm, tempo, melody line, the whole bit. I'd always be able
to remember this song. The wind could never blow it out of my
head. This song was a good thing to have. On a song like this,
there's no end to things. You hold an electric torch up to
someone's face and see what's there. Yet to me, it's
amazingly simple, no complications, everything pans out. As
long as the things you see don't go by in a blur of light and
SHADE, you're okay. Love, fear, hate, happiness all in
unmistakable terms, a thousand and one subtle ramifications.
This song is like that. One line brings up another, like when
your left foot steps forward and your right drags up to it. If
I'd have written this ten years earlier, I'd have gone
immediately to the recording studio. But a lot had changed
and I had no anxiety about that stuff anymore, didn't feel the
urge and necessity of it. I didn't feel like recording anyway. It
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was tedious and I didn't like the current sounds-mine or

anybody else's. I didn't know why an old Alan Lomax field
recording sounded better to me, but it did. I didn't think I could
make a good record if I tried for a hundred years.”
SUZE PINS HIM AS A JUNKIE AND DUMPS HIM
In Chronicles Dylan proclaimed his love for Suze Rotolo but

the truth is that Bob never loved anybody except himself and
heroin. He used Suze, who was a member of the Civil Rights
Movement, as his Leftist beard despite the fact Dylan had
become a racist under the tutelage of his benefactor Raymond
Gooch who he described as a “non-integrationist.”
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Rotolo’s parents were Joachim Rotolo and Mary Pezzati

Rotolo, members of the American Communist Party. At about
the time she met Bob, Rotolo began working full time as a
political activist in the office of the Congress of Racial Equality
(CORE) and for the Communist front group SANE. In 2004,
she participated in a street-theater group called "Billionaires
for Bush" and attended demonstrations at the Republican
National Convention outside Madison Square Garden. If she
were alive today she would have occupied Wall Street. As
stated Suzie would prove to be invaluable to Bob in fabricating
his leftist bona fides – Bobby was so deep cover he even had
a Communist lover! Dylan revealed his “love” to the world by
putting her on the cover of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, (long
after they broke up) and singing about her “I got a woman five
foot short, yells and hollers, screams and snorts.” Wow, I
thought, Dylan was a real human being. This relationship
added to his persona as a romantic Greenwich Village
character. He wrote of the demise of his relationship with
Suzie in Ballad In Plain D and he seemed as if he was baring
his soul to his fans. How could he write songs wherein his true
thoughts, as evidenced in his subcontent, were racist and anti-
Communist and make love to what he viewed as an evil
person at the same time? Bob Dylan had gotten so deeply into
his undercover role that he forgot which side he was on. But
ultimately he used Suzie in his climb to fame and of course
didn’t show up at her funeral. Suzie mother sensed that Bob
was a fast talking con man.
Her mother Mary, though, who worked as a translator for

medical journals, wasn't having it. Mary lived on the top floor
of an apartment building on Sheridan Square and treated me
like I had the clap. If she would have had her way, the cops
would have locked me up. Suze's mom was a small feisty
woman-volatile with black eyes like twin coals that could burn
a hole through you, was very protective. Always make you feel
like you did something wrong. She thought I had a nameless
way of life and would never be able to support anybody, but I
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think it went much deeper than that. I think I just came in at a

bad time.
"How much did that guitar cost?" she asked me once.

"Not much."
"I know, not much, but still something."
"Almost nothing," I said.
She glared at me, cigarette in her mouth. She was always
trying to goad me into some kind of argument. My presence
was so displeasing to her, but it's not like I'd caused any
trouble in her life. It wasn't me who was responsible for the
loss of Suze's father or anything. Once I said to her that I
didn't think she was being fair. She stared squarely into my
eyes like she was staring at some distant, visible object and
said to me, "Do me a favor, don't think when I'm around." Suze
would tell me later that she didn't mean it. She did mean it,
though. She did everything in her power to keep us apart, but
we went on seeing each other anyway.
How could he love this N-loving Red Diaper baby when he

expressed his racism in the subcontent of the 1962 poem that
became the anthem of the Civil Rights Movement, Blowin’ In
The Wind?
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In Ballad in Plain D 1964, he accused Suze of having sex with

African-Americans behind his back.
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace

Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies
Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but,
“Please
What’s wrong and what’s exactly the matter?”
“From silhouetted anger” from anger about the woman Bob

claimed he loved having sex with Black men “to manufactured
peace” to having to make up something artificial and untrue, to
going into denial about it “Answers of emptiness” answers
about why Suzie Rotolo cheated on me had no substance
“voice” and were just an agency of expression of the racial
equality movement “vacancies, containing nothing “Till the
tombstones of damage read me” at this point the relationship
was already over “no questions but, ‘Please, What's wrong
and what's exactly the matter?’” how come you prefer these
men to me sexually? Silhouette as black:
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
“With your silhouette when the sunlight dims” with your darkies
“Into your eyes” into your brain, your thoughts “where the
moonlight” where insanity “swims” makes your head swim,
confuses and overwhelms you “And your match-book songs”
and your literature wherein Blacks closely resemble or
harmonize with Whites “and your gypsy hymns” and your New
York State anti-slavery laws “Who among them would try to
impress you?” but who among the other states of the union
would compel New Yorkers to serve in a military force? Not
the Confederacy?
“Silhouettes” as colored people; Chronicles, “He was noir all

the way—dark sombrero, black britches, high boots, slip-on
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gloves—all shadow and silhouette-dimmed out, a black prince

from the black hills.”
Dylan wrote about how he missed Suze when she ran off with
an ethnic Italian named Enzo after she suspected the psycho
was using junk on the side. He never told Suze Rotolo about
his dope habit: he was adept at keeping secrets - she only
found out his real name in late 1961 when, drunk one night,
his draft card fell out of his pocket.
i used t' hate enzo

i used t' hate him
so much that i could've killed him
he was rotten an' ruthless
an' after what he could get
i was sure of that
my beloved one met him
in a far - off land
an' she stayed longer there
because of him
i croaked with exhaustion
that he was actually makin' her happy
i never knew him
sometimes i would see him
on my ceilin'
i could've shot him
the rovin' phony

the romantic idiot
i know about guys for
i myself am a guy
poison swings its pendulums
with a seasick sensation
an' i used t' want t' trample on him
i used t' want t' massacre him
i used t' want t' murder him
i wanted t' be like him so much
that i ached
i used t' hate enzo
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“Poison” as heroin. Tarantula, “NADAS is still right now the

poison nothing & maria, me & you, we make up three TE
QUIERO do not churchize my nakedness” I am without
concealment and disguise “i am naked for you maria” I am
vulnerable to you “she says i’m a foreigner. she picks me”
pierces and makes a hole with a sharp pointed instrument
“she pours salt” a colorless or white crystalline solid “on my
love ok. so i shoot dope once in a while. big deal. what’s it got
to do with you?”
DYLAN ON JOAN BAEZ: “MEXICAN HALF-BREED”
BAEZ WITH VIETNAM WAR RESISTER

DAVID HARRIS. IN CHRONICLES
BOB SAID HE SUPPORTED THE WAR
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Joanie was lucky she didn’t marry this dirt bag. Bob’s thoughts
on Joan Baez can be found throughout his poetry.
OUTLAW BLUES
I got a woman in Jackson,

I ain't gonna say her name.
She's a brown-skin woman,
But I love her just the same.
“I got a woman in Jackson” I have a woman who accompanied

me to Jackson, Mississippi to sing at a voter registration rally
“I ain't gonna say her name” you would recognize it if I did
“She's a brown-skin woman” she’s a light skinned beaner
named Baez “but I / Love her just the same” sarcastic, why
even bring this up if the color of her skin was not significant.
DESOLATION ROW 1965
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window

For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
“Now Ophelia” a Shakespearian character who suffers from a

broken heart, Joan Baez, who wanted to marry Bob Dylan
“she's 'neath the window” she is under the influence of and
has placed her faith in the Communist Party “For her I feel so
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afraid” I have feelings of aversion for her “On her twenty-

second birthday” when Bob met her in 1962 she was
22 years old “She already is an old maid” she was already a
‘union maid’ as in the Communist folk song Union Maid “To
her, death is quite romantic” for her the death associated with
Communism is attractive “She wears an iron vest” she places
authority, property, or rights, in the ironclad control of a person
or group whose headquarters is in the Kremlin, behind the Iron
Curtain “Her profession” her folk singing career “is her religion”
is all about her leftist politics “Her sin” her error, tragic flaw “is
her lifelessness” is that she lacks vitality and animation; she is
dull and she is on the side of death “And though her eyes” and
although her thoughts “are fixed upon” are falsely directed
upon “Noah's great rainbow” the illusory hope of Communism
“She spends her time peeking” she wastes her time being the
best know female folk singer, peaking, “Into Desolation Row”
in the esoteric depressing leftwing world of folk music where
everyone preaches to the choir.
Communism and leftist politics as a religion; Tarantula, “Sick

so Sick of these lovers in Biblical roles - so you're out to save
the world are you? you impostor - you freak! you're a
contradiction! you're afraid to admit you're a contradiction
you're misleading! you have big feet” your ambition is to
further Communism “& you will step on yourself. all the people
you mislead will pick you up! you have no answers!”
To his former leftwing folk fans; Tarantula, “watcha doing?

how's the new religion? feel any different? gave it up myself.”
“Rainbow” as an illusory hope; Father of Night 1970, “Builder
of rainbows up in the sky” builder as in ‘builder of hopes’ that
soar to the highest level and degree in the heavens above;
Sign On The Window 1970, “Build me a cabin in Utah”
sarcastic; build up my hopes for a room aboard the ship of
revolution (Utah was the State where the radical Joe Hill was
executed) “Marry me a wife” get married to an ideology “catch
a rainbow trout” begin to understand something fishy like a
false hope. Tarantula, “somewhere over the rainbow” lyrics to
this song, “Someday day I’ll wish upon a star etc.”
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ROLLING AND TUMBLING 2006
Well, I get up in the dawn and I go down and lay in the shade
I get up in the dawn and I go down and lay in the shade
I ain't nobody's house boy, I ain't nobody's well trained maid
“Well, I get up” I get an erection “in the dawn” when I first
begin to appear and develop; emerge “and I go down and lay
in” and I have sex with “the shade” translated into Dylan’s
bitter thoughts, a beaner, a Hispanic, a half-breed, “shade” the
degree to which a color is mixed with black; gradation of
darkness. Bob described Joan Baez in Tarantula, “on sweet
cookbooks / dark Scary…crippled mermaid singing & listen
that's her singing now & she meows too.” Rolling and
Tumbling continues, “I ain't nobody's house boy” I ain’t a
native boy who helped a soldier perform basic responsibilities;
I am not helping the Kremlin achieve its goals. Also I am not
being kept around to be used by Baez as a sexual object “I
ain't nobody's well trained maid” I am not a card-carrying
obedient Communist like Baez who was taught to sing by a
voice trainer and sung in a well-trained three octave soprano
voice. Note use of “maid” in all three poems. So many people
believed Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands was written to Joan
Baez that Bob had to insert a line in Sara 1975 that made it
clear that Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands was written to Sara
Dylan.
ALTERNATE TRANSLATION
When Ruthie (joanie) says come see her

In her honky-tonk lagoon
A honky-tonk (also called a honkatonk, honkey-tonk, or tonk)

is a type of bar that provides musical entertainment (usually
country music) to its patrons. Bars of this kind are common in
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the Southern and Southwestern United States. Lagoon some

thing cut off.
Where I can watch her waltz for free
Informal Something that presents no difficulties and can be

accomplished with little effort.
’Neath her Panamanian moon
Central American – Joan Baez was half Mexican
An’ I say, “Aw come on now

You must know about my debutante”
You must know about my entrance into society as a heroin

addict
An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need
Heroin
But I know what you want”
I know what you are lacking to cause you to use hard drugs.
REFERENCED IN DESOLATION ROW?
Praise be to Nero’s Neptune

The Titanic sails at dawn
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Praise be
(Theology) the extolling of a deity or the rendering of homage

and gratitude to a deity
to Nero’s Neptune
Senator Joseph McCarthy
Emperor of Rome (54-68) whose early reign was dominated

by his mother, Agrippina the Younger. He had his mother and
wife murdered, and he was accused of setting the Great Fire
of Rome (64). He committed suicide after being deposed by
the Senate.
The Titanic
Something Of enormous scope, power, or influence:
sails
to make an attack (on) violently with words
at dawn
To begin to be perceived that Communists had infiltrated the

US Government with the intent to overthrow it or spy on it on
behalf of the Sovs.

Are you for America or are you for Russia?

And the Senate fascists and Jew haters
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A commissioned rank in the US Army, Air Force, or Marine

Corps that is above first lieutenant and below major. Tail-
gunner Joe.
Folk singers including Dylan A type of music that originated in

the West Indies, notably in Trinidad, and is characterized by
improvised lyrics on topical or broadly humorous subjects.
And Jews create examples of great art
For the perceptions of the masses
Where folksingers like Joan Baez operate
“Mermaid” as Joan Baez; Tarantula “on sweet mermaid she

sings of ideals, different formulas & wild cookbooks / dark
Scary crippled mermaid singing & listen that’s her singing now
& she meows too the weeper at the drop of anybody’s hat but
his, sentimental yes.”

And nobody has to think about the consequences of the

Communist dominated folk scene in the 1960’s.
Fisherman as Jew
skull caps climb by themselves out of manholes

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Newsweek Magazine exposes me as a Jew.

an' shoeboxes ride the cracks of the sidewalk
And my career is dependent of these wisecracks.
fishermen - -
Zimmerman (Newsweek published his real name)

i've suddenly been turned into a fish (a jew)
but does anybody

wanna be a fisherman (Zimmerman)
any more 'n i
don't wanna be a fish (Jew)
BELLE ISLE 1970
One evening for pleasure I rambled to view

The fair fields all alone
Down by the banks of Loch Eiron
Where beauty and pleasure were known
“One evening” during a later concluding time period; ‘the

evening of my career in rock and roll music’ Tell Old Bill 2009,
“The evenin' sun is sinkin' low” “for pleasure” sarcastic; to
please myself, to satisfy my desires, to be self-indulgent “I
rambled” I changed my focus “to view” to conduct a systematic
survey; a view of American Folk Music “The fair fields”
leftwing, equitable area of specialization, the folk music world
“all alone” without a band backing me up “Down by the banks”
down by the record companies “of Loch Eiron” located in
some obscure place like folk music “Where beauty” where
something deserving of a high level of respect gained by
impressive development and achievement “and pleasure” and
the pleasure that it brings “were known” were recognized and
appreciated by the folk crowd.
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“Fair” as equitable, in accordance with relative merit and

significance. Marx, “To each according to his needs” As I
Went Out One Morning 1968, “I spied the fairest damsel that
ever did walk in chains.”
I spied a fair maid at her labor

Which caused me to stay for a while
And I thought of a goddess to beauty
Blooming' bright star of Bright Isle.
“I spied” I spied, as if I was an undercover FBI Agent, “a fair

maid” a Communist woman, “maid” as in the Communist song
Union Maid and as in “old maid” as in Desolation Row 1966,
“at her labor” singing songs that favored the working class
“which caused me to stay for a while” which caused me to
pretend to join the Left for a short while “And I thought of a
goddess to beauty” I devised a plan to use this woman with a
beautiful voice in my rise to fame “Bloomin’” Joan Baez who
was growing and flourishing with youth and vigor “bright star”
who was the brightest star, the most popular, yet not the
brightest when it came to intelligence “of Bright Isle” of the folk
music world.
I humbled myself to her beauty

Fair maiden, where do you belong?
Are you from heaven descended
Abiding in Cupid's fair throne?
“I humbled myself” sarcastic; I formulated a low opinion of

myself compared “to her beauty” to her beautiful operatic
voice, her songs “Fair maiden where do you belong?” Joan
what century do you belong in? Your songs are certainly not
from this one “Are you from heaven descended” are you a
freakin’ reincarnation of some old English balladeer “Abiding in
Cupid’s fair throne” still singing morbid love songs like Barbara
Allen?
Young man, I will tell you a secret

It's true I'm a maid that is poor
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And to part from my vows and my promise

Is more than my heart can endure.
“Young man” young Bob Dylan “I will tell you a secret” I will tell
you the secret formula of my success “It’s true I’m a maid that
is poor” it’s true that I am folksinger and a supporter of the Left
which is not the best thing to be in the world “But to part from
my vows and my promise” but to break my promise I made to
the Left to perform a specified act and behave in a certain
manner that “Is more than my heart can endure” is more than
my true, innermost feelings can tolerate.
Therefore I remain at my service

And go through all my hardship and toil
And wait for the lad that has left me
All alone on the banks of Belle Isle"
“Therefore I remain at my service” therefore I remain at the

disposal of the Left including the Communist Party and its
intelligence service “And go through all my hardship” and go
through something that causes suffering or privation “and toil”
and labor with difficulty “And wait for” and eagerly anticipate
the return of “the lad that has left me” the young Bob Dylan,
who was never a leftist or liberal and ain’t comin’ back
because he wasn’t there to begin with “All alone” indifferent to
the approval of a wider audience “on the banks” in the
recording companies “of Belle Isle” of folk music.
Young maiden I wish not to banter

It's true I come here in disguise
I came here to fulfill our last promise
And hope to give you a surprise.
“Young maiden” Bob tells gullible Joanie “I wish not to banter”

I am not trying to trick you with my protest songs “It’s true I
come here in disguise” it is true that I hate folk music, I hate
the Left and I am here pretending to be one of you because I
harbor ulterior motives “I came here to fulfill our last promise” I
came here to fulfill the promise of using folk music as a
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backdoor to enter the real world of rock and roll “And hope to
give you a surprise” and I am going to surprise the bejesus out
of you someday when I leave this sick world of commies and
comsymps behind and start singing rock and roll songs.
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WEBERMAN: The kid didn’t look scared really.
DYLAN: No, they weren’t man and I don’t want to say it my

wife will fucking hit me man and I don’t really want to get into
that.
Sara Dylan born October 28, 1939 in Wilmington, Delaware as

Shirley Marlin Noznisky to Isaac and Bessie Noznisky and
later known as Sara Lowndes, after she married Hans
Lowndes, born January 1, 1911. Sara was married to Bob
Dylan from November 1965 until their divorce in June 1977.
Sara was a tough cookie. She was a former Playboy bunny,
not a debutante. When I spoke with Bob he was always
alluding to the fact that “his wife might hit him” and I witnessed
her attack two reporters. When Sara came to her children’s
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private school to regain their custody, she assaulted one of

their teachers.
Al Aronowitz reported that her father Isaac, a scrap metal

dealer and first generation Jewish immigrant, was killed on
November 20, 1956 in the course of a robbery. I know from
the research I did into the life of Jack Ruby that the mob
controlled the scrap metal business on the East Coast in the
1950’s and that many an incriminating vehicle was disposed of
by mob associates in this field, but I could not link Mr.
Noznisky with organized crime. Some reports have him shot in
the head by a drunk with a grudge but the cause of the dispute
remains unclear. Her mother would die five years later leaving
her to be raised by an aunt. Sara Dylan bore Bob’s children
during a period of relative normalcy in his life. But in Malibu
Dylan drifted back to his rakish ways and Sara was not about
to sit back while her husband cheated on her with his Black
back-up singers! Not to mention the fact that this normal
Jewish mother had a junkie poet who called himself Hector
Schmector (schmeck is Yiddish for heroin) for a husband. So
they got divorced. It was inevitable as Bob’s loyalty was to the
spirit that owned his soul, Satan, and not to his family.
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One of the tell-tale signs of HIV is the HIV rash, which also
tends to appear within a few weeks after the infection
“Sometimes I'd try some joke I thought was a corker on
Evelyn. She'd always make herself laugh. But I could tell she
thought it was dirty, not funny. And Evelyn always knew about
the tarts I'd been with when I came home from a trip. She'd
kiss me and look in my eyes, and she'd know. I'd see in her
eyes how she was trying not to know, and then telling herself
even if it was true, he couldn't help it, they tempt him, and he's
lonely, he hasn't got me, it's only his body, anyway, he doesn't
love them, I'm the only one he loves. She was right, too. I
never loved anyone else. Couldn't if I wanted to. (He pauses.)
She forgave me even when it all had to come out in the open.
You know how it is when you keep taking chances. You
may be lucky for a long time, but you get nicked in the
end. I picked up a nail from some tart in Altoona.”
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That was Hickey in Eugene O’Neil’s the Iceman Cometh.

Somewhere along the line in his secret perverted Hitler
worshipping world Bobby “picked up a nail.” Only this was
NOT clap or syphilis – it was something new. Dylan would not
have been infected with the AIDS virus had he remained with
a good Jewish woman like Sara or continued being a Christian
cat. In Trouble In Mind 1979, written during his Christian
period, Dylan wrote,
Satan whispers to ya,

‘Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so
I got another woman for ya
By October 1983 the latest, judging from Man Of Peace 1983,

Dylan was still in his anti-Christian phase and had returned to
what he described as his “rakish ways.” Christianity had been
a good moral influence on Bob but from my hippy point of view
there is nothing wrong with being sexually active as long it is
not with underage kids and is consensual. A new factor,
however, had entered the picture, and the picture became a
picture from life’s other side. Unbeknownst to Bob Dylan the
newly liberated gay community caused a little known esoteric
disease to go viral. This affliction would find its way to IV drugs
users and heterosexuals.
In 1981 doctors had reported dozens urban gays with severely

compromised immune systems and rare diseases like
Kaposi's sarcoma, a skin cancer that normally afflicts elderly
men. Nobody could explain it until 1984 when the Human
Immunodeficiency Virus or HIV virus was discovered and was
determined to be the cause of this acquired immune
deficiency syndrome or AIDS that gave every opportunistic
infection a license to kill. Since HIV has a long period of
dormancy no one knew who was infected in 1983. This
disease was so spooky even the Devil feared it.
It was a confluence of events involving this STD that proved to

be Bob’s undoing. At this time in sexual history the more
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different sex partners Dylan exchanged bodily fluids with the

greater the odds were he would be infected with the newly
emergent virus, especially if he rode bareback and was into
heterosexual anal sex. Infection occurred for every 3.1 acts of
heterosexual anal intercourse. There was a third factor that
played into this chain of events; despite the crypto-racist
content of his previous poetry Dylan had developed a taste for
African-American women. This can be looked at as part of his
fixation with race. This group accounted for a disproportionate
number of female human immunodeficiency virus (HIV)
infections transmitted by IV drug users.
I estimate that Dylan became infected with the HIV virus in

1982 or early 1983. In the majority of the infected population,
HIV remains asymptomatic for several years which means the
only way you know you have it is if you get tested for it. The
virus remained dormant until 1984 when he must have
evidenced symptoms or was tested. The first poetic reference
to Dylan’s affliction appeared on Empire Burlesque recorded
between July 1984 and March 1985 released on June 8, 1985.
It was in a poem entitled,
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UNDER YOUR SPELL 1986
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Something about you that I can't shake

Don't know how much of this I can take
Baby I'm under your spell
“Something about you that I can't shake” there is some unique

property about this virus that I cannot shake off, get rid of
“Don't know how much of this I can take” I don’t know if I can
stand up to the disease or will I succumb to suicide? “Baby I'm
under your spell” I am under your influence.
I was knocked out and loaded in the naked night.

When my last dream exploded, I noticed your light.
Baby, oh what a story I could tell.
KNOCKED OUT LOADED
Knocked out – down for the count Loaded with a high viral
load
“I was knocked out” I was down for the count as they say in
the sport of boxing, in Dylan’s case down for the white blood
cell count “and loaded” “load” something that is carried, as by
a person, as in a heavy viral load “in the naked night” when I
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was extremely vulnerable to infection “When my last dream

exploded” when my last foolish hope of a cure was shown to
be false and unreliable “I noticed your light” “notice” I gave you
notice that your cure was bogus “notice’ as in advance
notification of intention to end an arrangement or employment.
“Baby, oh what a story I could tell” Baby I could write an
expose about your quack cure.
It’s been nice seeing you, you read me like a book

If you ever want to reach me, you know where to look
Baby, I’ll be at the same hotel
Sarcastic it’s been nice seeing you, you know me inside out.
Reach: Range or scope of influence or effect: the reach of the
transmitter. If you ever want to reach me, you know where to
look because you are a part of me and I’ll be in the same
body.
I’d like to help you but I’m in a bit of a jam

I’ll call you tomorrow if there’s phones where I am
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
I would like to play music with you and jam but I am in the
midst of a real jam. I’ll call you if there is audio equipment in
the hospital, I am caught in purgatory.
But I will be back, I will survive

You’ll never get rid of me as long as you’re alive
Baby, can’t you tell
“But I will be back” I will return to a normal T-cell count “I will

survive” I will survive this disease “You'll never get rid of me”
just as I will never get rid of you, you will never get rid of me
and I will fight you “as long as you're alive” as long as you are
alive in my bloodstream “Baby, can't you tell” don’t you get
that idea already?
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Well it’s four in the morning by the sound of the birds

I’m starin’ at your picture, I’m hearin’ your words
Baby, they ring in my head like a bell
Things are just beginning picture: A person, object, or scene

that typifies or embodies an emotion, state of mind, or mood:
Your face was the very picture of horror. I am hearing your
words that the bell is tolling for me.
Everywhere you go it’s enough to break hearts

Someone always gets hurt, a fire always starts
You were too hot to handle, you were breaking every vow
I trusted you baby, you can trust me now
“Everywhere you go it's enough to break hearts” everywhere

the virus goes it destroys human beings to the core “Someone
always gets hurt, a fire always starts” someone always comes
down with an opportunistic infection and a fever starts.
Turn back baby, wipe your eye

Don’t think I’m leaving here without a kiss goodbye
Baby, is there anything left to tell?
I’ll see you later when I’m not so out of my head
Maybe next time I’ll let the dead bury the dead
Retreat, wipe out those thoughts of me dying. I am not leaving

here without a fight. The next time I see you I will not be
drugged “out of my head” slang Very intoxicated from drugs
“Follow Me, and let the dead bury their own dead.” Jesus was
responding to a request from one of His followers who asked
to be excused from his responsibilities to “go and bury [his]
father”

Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,
Pray that I don't die of thirst,
Baby, two feet from the well.
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“Baby, what more can I tell?” what more is there to say? “Well
the desert is hot” in a currently barren area scientists are hot
on the trail of a cure for HIV “the mountain is cursed” the
problem is going to be solved “Pray that I don't die of thirst”
pray that I don’t die “Baby, two feet from the well” just before a
cure is discovered.
NINETY MILES AN HOUR (DOWN A DEAD END STREET)
WRITTEN BY: H. BLAIR AND D. ROBERTSON
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun

A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone.
A “stolen kiss” can refer to any kiss you weren’t prepared for,
e.g. an unwanted kiss from an undesirable source Brake:
Something that slows or stops action. And believe me Dylan
was getting plenty of action.
You belong to someone else, and I do too

It's just crazy bein' here with you
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
You are part of a subgroup of HIV carriers and I am too, it was

insane having sex with you. Like a dangerous accident
(remember Bob’s motorcycle accident?) with the devil in
control going quickly and enthusiastically to my death.
I didn't want to want you, but now I have no choice

It's too late to listen to that warning voice
All I hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
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I didn’t want to have sexual intercourse but now I have no

choice but to do so? It’s too late to listen to that inner voice
that warned me something was very fucked up. All I hear is
thunder, not the warning kind as in Hard Rain “I heard a
thunder that roared out a warning” but the passionate kind.
You're not free to belong to me

And you know I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like a sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone.
You’re married and I could never be monogamous. You are

intoxicating but we are headed for a virtual prison.
Warning signs are flashing ev'ry where, but we pay no heed

'Stead of slowing down the place, we keep a pickin' up speed
Disaster's getting closer ev'ry time we meet
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^^^^
MAN IN THE LONG BLACK COAT 1989
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high

There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry,
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
She gone with the man
AIDS INFECTION RATE IN AFRICA

WINDOW WIDE OPEN, AFRICAN TREES
“Crickets” other rock poets “chirp” let loose, let out, utter, emit
- express audibly; utter sounds (not necessarily words) are
writing about Dylan in the lyrics. In You Gonna Make Me
Lonesome When You Go Dylan wrote this about our recorded
telephone conversation in which I point out that many rock
poets are referencing him in their lyrics, “Crickets talking back
and forth in rhyme” “the water is high” and this time he is in
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some deep water that might prove fatal: Highwater;

“Highwater rising, six inches above my head / Coffin's
dropping in the street like balloons made out of lead.” “There's
a soft” there is an unprotected against or vulnerable to attack:
a soft target “cotton dress” bandage, medication “on the line”
on the battle area closest to the enemy HIV virus, also
telephone line “hanging” remaining unresolved or uncertain:
His future hung in the balance. Also “hang on” as remain on
the telephone “dry” and lacking involvement as in ‘the actor
gave a dry reading of his lines.” “Window wide open” a window
of opportunity was wide open “African trees” to a disease, a
punishment, whose family tree could be traced back to Africa
“Bent” Hell bent, determined “over backwards” to cause my
White Blood Cells to be in the reverse of the usual direction.
Also “you have to bend over backwards as in anal intercourse,
to get AIDS” “from a hurricane” from an epidemic: something
resembling a hurricane in force and speed “breeze” that
progressed swiftly and effortlessly though the population “Not
a word” sarcastic, not the text of a vocal composition; lyrics “of
goodbye not even a note” not even a poem that would be my
own epitaph not even one musical note “She’s gone with the
man in the long black coat” Dylan is on the way to funeral
parlor accompanied by the undertaker.
Preacher was a talkin' there's a sermon he gave

He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved,
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied.
“Preacher” Al “was a talkin'” spreading rumors; gossip “there's

a sermon he gave” there’s a lengthy and tedious speech of
reproof and exhortation he gave “He said every man's
conscience” he said Bob Dylan’s sense of right versus wrong
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HE SAID BOB DYLAN’S CONSCIENCE

IS VILE AND DEPRAVED
conduct “is vile” is not only wrong but it is repugnant to the

senses, and turns your stomach and makes you want to
destroy him “and depraved” because it is morally corrupt;
perverted, totally the opposite of what it should be. Since
Dylan’s conscience was no more than some pleasure driven
insatiable appetite for drugs and sex “You cannot depend on it
to be your guide” he could not depend on an addiction for
moral guidance “When it's you who must keep it satisfied”
since you will always rationalize your own pathological
behavior because of the power the drug has over you!
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat

She gave her heart to the man
“It ain't easy to swallow” it ain't easy believing it without

question, especially because of its source “it sticks in the
throat” it is hard to accept, it cuts my throat, it is fatal “She
gave her heart” he surrendered the vital center and source of
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his sensibilities “to the man / In the long black coat” to an

apparition of death.
There are no mistakes in life some people say

It is true sometimes you can see it that way.
But people don't live or die, people just float.
She went with the man
“There are no mistakes in life” there are no unintentional

errors in life “some people say” those who believe in
Freudianism say “It is true sometimes you can see it that way”
this is true in certain cases but not in this one because who
would subconsciously make a mistake of this magnitude since
“But people” people with HIV “don't live or die people just float”
don’t live or die but are in a constant state of suspended
animation between life and death and float from one condition
to the next; Tryin’ To Get To Heaven Before They Close the
Door 1997 “I can hear their hearts a-beatin’ like pendulums
swingin’ on chains” “She went with the man / In the long black
coat.”
MOST OF THE TIME 1989
Most of the time

I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone
Most of the time
“Most of the time / I'm clear focused all around” sometimes I

am the focus, a central point and locus, of an infection “Most
of the time / I can keep both feet on the ground” sometimes I
cannot get back to normal “I can follow the path” sometimes I
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cannot follow the doctor’s orders, walk the straight and narrow
“path” a way especially designed for a particular use “I can
read the signs” and sometimes I cannot detect the tell tale
signs of the illness “Stay right with it” sometimes I cannot
continue taking medication “when the road unwinds” when my
course in life begins to unravel, disintegrate “I can handle
whatever I stumble upon” sometimes I cannot manage an
opportunistic infection that I come upon accidentally or
unexpectedly “I don't even notice she's gone” sarcastic,
sometimes I don’t even notice that my health, my immunity
system, is gone “Most of the time.” But what about some of
the time? “Both feet on the ground” as return to normal, Rag
Time Willie “I can hear something calling on me” my desire for
heroin has returned “And you know where I want to be / Oh
Willie don't you hear that sound / I just want to get my feet
back on the ground” I just want enough heroin so that I will not
experience withdrawal symptoms, I don’t even have to get
high.
Most of the time

It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.
“Most of the time / It's well understood” sometimes I do not

understand what has happened to me and why? “Most of the
time I wouldn't change it if I could” sometimes I would give up
anything in the world to change my status. “I can't make it all
match-up” I can’t make my T cell count match my viral load. A
T-cell count tells the number of CD4 cells in your blood. A
"normal" T-cell count falls somewhere between 800 and 1200
CD4 cells per micro liter of blood. Viral load testing tells how
much of the virus is in someone’s bloodstream.
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When viral load goes up, T-cell count goes down. A rising viral
load means that HIV is multiplying quickly and may be
destroying more of the CD4 cells that protect one from
infection. “I can hold my own” sometimes I cannot get my
white blood cell count up. “I can deal with the situation”
sometimes I cannot deal with a critical, problematic, and
striking set of circumstances “right down to the bone” right
down to its roots, its core, the bone marrow where blood cells
are produced “I can survive, I can endure” sometimes I don’t
think I am going to make it “And I don't even think about her”
sarcastic, I don’t even think about the days when I was HIV
negative, it means so little to me “Most of the time.” Also “I can
hold my own” hold my own pecker, masturbate “I can deal with
the situation right down to the bone” right down to the boner or
erection – some of the time.
Most of the time

My head is on straight
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine

Most of the time.
“Most of the time / My head is on straight” sometimes my

medication does not work and produces serious side effects
“Most of the time I'm strong enough” sometimes I am not in
good and sound enough health; robust “not to hate” not to
hate the doctors who are treating me “I don't build up illusion”
sometimes I kid myself that the HIV virus will somehow
disappear from my body “'till it makes me sick” until it returns
and makes me sick once again “I ain't afraid of confusion”
sometimes I am deathly afraid of the fact that the doctors often
appear as if they do not know what in the world they are doing
“no matter how thick” no matter how intense it might seem “I
can smile in the face of mankind” I can ignore the approbation
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of most of humanity as HIV carries a stigma with it “Don't even

remember what her lips” sometimes I don’t even remember
what her vagina “felt like on mine” felt like on my penis. Liner
Notes to Desire 1976, “Furious gals with garters & smeared
lips on bar stools that stank from sweating pussy” – The
implication here is that Dylan did not contract the disease
through homosexual activity.
Most of the time

She ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
“Most of the time / She ain't even in my mind” sometimes I

think about what it was like to be healthy “I wouldn't know her
if I saw her” and I tell myself that even if my health returned I
wouldn’t recognize it “She's that far behind” because I have
been suffering from the disease for so long I can’t even
remember what it was like to be healthy “Most of the time I
can't even be sure” sometimes I am uncertain “If she was ever
with me” if health was the dominant partner in our relationship,
if there was a time when I was healthy “Or if I was with her” or
if I was with her? Adage: “If you don’t have your health you
don’t have anything.”
Most of the time

I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromise and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
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“Most of the time / I'm halfway content” sometimes I am only

halfway content otherwise I am totally restless longing for
better circumstances “Most of the time / I know exactly”
sometimes I have no idea with complete accuracy and
precision “where it all went” where my whole life went wrong,
went down the drain “I don't cheat on myself” sometimes I
aggravate my own condition “I don't run and hide” by trying to
escape it with drugs like heroin, morphine. The Weight “I
picked up my bag, went lookin’ for a place to hide.” “Hide from
the feelings” escape my intuitive awareness “that are buried
inside” that any day I could be dead and buried inside a grave
“I don't compromise” sometimes I expose myself and make
myself liable to danger “and I don't pretend” and I fool myself
into believing that I can continue to use heroin while I am HIV
positive and get away with it “I don't even care if I ever see her
again” sometimes I deeply regret what I have done to myself
when I realize I will never again see a healthy time in my life.
WHAT GOOD AM I? 1989
IF I SHUT MYSELF OFF

SO I DON’T HEAR YOU CRY
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What good am I if I’m like all the rest

If I just turn away, when I see how you’re dressed
If I shut myself off so I can’t hear you cry
What good am I?
“What good am I if I'm like all the rest” what good am I in the
struggle against AIDS if I hide the fact, like so many others do,
that I am HIV Positive? “If I just turn away, when I see how
you're dressed” what good am I if I ignore you because you
are gay and dress differently. Also because you are treated
with medications and protective covering such as bandages “If
I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry” if I keep away from the
AIDS issue and I can’t hear you suffer, protest publically about
your condition “What good am I?”
What good am I if I know and don’t do

If I see and don’t say, if I look right through you
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin’ sky
What good am I?
“What good am I if I know and don't do” what good am I if I

know what it is like to have HIV but don’t join in the fight to find
a cure? “If I see and don't say” if I see others suffering along
with me and never make mention of it “if I look right through
you” but make believe they are not there “If I turn a deaf ear to
the thunderin' sky” if I fail to show sympathy for those who are
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experiencing the utmost calamity in their lives “What good am

I?”
What good am I while you softly weep

And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep
And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don’t try
What good am I?
What purpose in the world do I serve while you quietly suffer

and I have the same feeling of a premonition of death as you
do? But I am immobilized, as with fear or shock when I think
the moment of my death is coming like the rest of the infected
people who don’t try to help find a cure.
What good am I then to others and me

If I’ve had every chance and yet still fail to see
If my hands are tied must I not wonder within
Who tied them and why and where must I have been?
What useful purpose in the world do I serve to people like

myself who have HIV if I have the best chance to alert people
to the dangers of unprotected sex and yet still fail to see that
this is the right thing to do. “hands are tied” Fig. someone is
not able to help or intervene. “I'm sorry. There's nothing I can
do. My hands are tied.” Must I not wonder why I can’t help,
who was behind this and why – it would not have helped his
career to come out of the HIV closet because people would
have wondered how he contracted it.
What good am I if I say foolish things

And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings
And I just turn my back while you silently die
What good am I?
“What good am I if I say foolish things” what good am I if I

don’t make a statement “And I laugh in the face of what
sorrow brings” and ignore all the people who are dying, laugh
in the face of death “And I just turn my back while you silently
die” and I ignore this epidemic; the AIDS activist group ACT
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UP coined the slogan SILENCE=DEATH “What good am I?”

Chronicles in regard to What Good Am I?
The entire song [What Good Am I?] came to me all at once;

don't know what could have brought it on. Maybe seeing the
homeless guy, the dog, the cops, the dreary play and maybe
even the antics of Guitar Shorty might have had something to
do with it. Who knows? Sometimes you see things in life
that make your heart turn rotten and your gut sick and
nauseous and you try to capture that feeling without
naming the specifics. There were extra verses for this, too.
Here's one. "What good am I if I'm walking on eggs, if I'm wild
with excitement and wet between the legs? If I'm right in the
thick of it and I don't know why, what good am l?" I put this
song away in the same drawer with "Political World"- I
wondered what they'd have to say to each other. No melodies
for either. I went to sleep.
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MISSISSIPPI 2001 WRITTEN IN 1996
Every step of the way we walk the line

Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape
We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape
Every day in life we are subjected to great risks that will

eventually result in death. Life is passing by we struggle
against the disease and we fight, engage in scrapes with it,
there is no cure, there is no way to get rid of the AIDS virus.
City’s just a jungle; more games to play

Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away
I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down
This is a reference to Dylan’s hookin’ and crookin’ days on

Forty Douche in the heart of New York City. City is a jungle
where he almost got stabbed to death. Dylan was raised in
Hibbing and working the small towns he became sexual active
when he set his suitcase down in New York City and started
working Times Square.
Got nothin' for you, I had nothin' before

Don’t even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down
Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around
Got nothing new that will cure me don’t even have dugi
anymore future full of fever, pain and there is nothing that can
be done about this for all the money in the world.
All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime

Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long
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I could never express what it is like to have a terminal disease

in poetry to my satisfaction. The only minor unimportant thing
that I did wrong was be a slave to my sexual desire far too
long
Well, the devil’s in the alley, mule’s in the stall

Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all
I was thinkin’ 'bout the things that Rosie said
I was dreaming I was sleepin' in Rosie’s bed
I was evil and stupid, say it if you will, I heard it all. I had a
rosy look on things because the worst that could happen to
you as far as STDs went was the clap and the syphilis.
Walkin' through the leaves, falling from the trees

Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you’re sorry, I’m sorry too
“Walking through the leaves” studying the pages of books

“falling from the trees” written about my punishment, “tree” as
in “hangin’ tree.” “Feeling like a stranger nobody sees” feeling
like someone new to the world of literature “So many things
that we never will undo” so many meaningful poems that will
never be undone, translated “I know you're sorry” I know you
are a pretty sorry bunch of writers “I'm sorry too” and I am also
unhappy that this is where it’s at.
Some people will offer you their hand and some won’t
Last night I knew you, tonight I don’t
I need somethin’ strong to distract my mind
I’m gonna look at you ’til my eyes go blind
Some people will offer to help you after they find out about
Bob’s medical status other won’t and will disown him. As a
result Bob needs opiates to get his mind off this mind because
he is going to think about until he goes blind from AIDS. I
remember my friend Ron Gerring going blind from AIDS when
he came up to my safe house to buy pot. It brought me to
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tears and I began to realize what a Holocaust was all about.

But this guy? I relish every moment of his suffering.
Well I got here followin' the southern star

I crossed that river just to be where you are
Well I became famous singing about Civil Rights and how

blacks have been deprived of them. And where did I end up?
An HIV-AIDS ridden ex-junkie. Only one thing I did wrong I
gave into my addictive personality far too long.
Well my ship’s been split to splinters and it’s sinkin' fast

I’m drownin’ in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free
I’ve got nothin’ but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me
Those who are trying to navigate me through this are divided

and are running out of answers fast while I am dying. Splinter
group: A faction that has broken away from a larger medical
group. Sarcastic: I am tired of all this contradictory medical
opinions and cure and burdened by it and I am sick of these
worthless doctors.
Everybody movin’ if they ain’t already there

Everybody got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get interestin' right about now
Everyone with HIV is moving toward death if they haven’t died

already. But remember sick or well everyone has to die. So
don’t leave my blood stream, stick with me even if I hate you I
am going to find the proper medication right about now.
My clothes are wet, tight on my skin

Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waitin’ to be kind
So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine
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My words are filled with sorrow and have a lot to do with my

trying to save my skin as I have painted myself in a corner by
contracting this disease. I know that a cure will be found.
Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay

You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the
way
Because of this disease the void in my life is endless and is

shaping my existence as if I were a child of clay. You can
always recover but you can NEVER fully regain your health.
In April 1997 Dylan completed the recording sessions for Time

Out Of Mind, a CD that clearly indicated the HIV virus was
multiplying in his bloodstream. Even the photograph of Bob
seated at a table that was included with Time Out Of Mind
contained small bottles of his anti-viral medication.
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TRYING TO GET TO HEAVEN 1997
The air is getting hotter

There’s a rumbling in the skies
I’ve been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn’t haunt me like it did before
I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere
Things are heating up and there is going to be a fight a rumble

to stay alive. I’ve barely been able to stay above the
symptoms of the illness with an infection a fever coming on
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and every day the memory of having once being healthy

becomes only a memory. I have had to isolate myself trying to
stay alive before the disease catches up with me.
When I was in Missouri

They would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I’ve been walking that lonesome valley
When I was in misery the viruses were relentless I had to get

well in a hurry and the doctors played it down and cherry
picked reports of my condition / you lied to me now you can
seal up the medical books and not write any more
prescriptions because even with your help I came close to
death and not beating the odds that I would die.
People on the platforms

Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin’
Lie pendulums swinging on chains
I tried to give you everything
That your heart was longing for
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
The lyrics changed on the website. When you think that you've
lost everything You find out you can always lose a little more
CHANGED TO “I tried to give you everything That your heart
was longing for.”
People on the platforms, waitin' for the trains

I can hear their hearts a-beatin'
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you've lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
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I'm just goin' down the road feeling bad

Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door.
“People on the platforms” patients on a raised horizontal

surface like an operating table “Waiting for the trains” waiting
for a series of consequences wrought by an event; ‘HIV led to
a train of disasters’ “I can hear their hearts a-beatin'” I can
sense fear in them “Like pendulums” like something that
swings back and forth from one condition to another “on
chains” in captivity or oppression; bondage, in a state of
suspended animation swinging between life and death.
“When you think that you lost everything” when your T-cell
count is down to zero “You find out you can always lose a little
more” you find out there is worse in store, you always can lose
your life “I'm just going down the road feeling bad” I’m going
down the path of life and into the future with an incurable
illness “Trying to get to heaven before they close the door”
trying to find some kind of contentment here on earth before I
die, before I lose the opportunity.
I’m going down the river

Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don’t know what “all right” even means
I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I been all around the world, boys
Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door
I am going south, my health is declining as in before A. J.

Dylan’s record sales were going south. The doctors tell me it
will be alright but I can’t even imagine what not being sick
means. I was buggering a hooker named Mary from a whore
house in Baltimore and was doing “around the world” Around
the world means to engage in oral, vaginal, and anal sex in
any order during the course of intercourse. “She's such a ho'.
She went 'round the world with Abe on the first date.”
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Gonna sleep down in the parlor

And relive my dreams
I’ll close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don't pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers like they did before
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Gonna relive my early days in Greenwich Village when I

played in parlor like clubs and close my eyes and wonder if my
current existence is a worthless as it seems. “pull a train”
vulgar slang Of a woman, to have sex with two or more men
sequentially or at the same time. No druken incoherent
women like they did before. I came to New York City and got
wealthy now I am trying to find a cure before they close the
door on me. 1997 by Special Rider Music
EMPTY STUDIO SIGNIFIES DEAD DYLAN
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NOT DARK YET 1997
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day

It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
“Shadows are falling” I am the shadow of the man I once was,

this is the fate that has befallen me “and I've been here all
day” and I am currently feeling its effects “It's too hot to sleep”
it is too dangerous to have intercourse, my body temperature
is too elevated for me to be comfortable “time is running away”
and my life is being drained away “Feel like my soul has
turned into steel” feel like the material world has taken over
from the spiritual “I've still got the scars” I've still got the
lingering damage, scars from diseases like Kaposi’s sarcoma
“that the sun didn't heal” that the distinguished men of
medicine could not heal “There's not even room enough to be
anywhere” I don’t have enough life in me to get anywhere to
be successful “It's not dark yet, but it's getting there” I am not
dead yet but I’m getting there.
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
“Well my sense of humanity” my kindness or mercy “has gone

down the drain” has vanished irreparably “Behind every
beautiful thing” behind every alleged cure “there's been some
kind of pain” there has been something that made me pity
myself even more about being taken in when I found that I still
had HIV “She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind” the
Doctors informed me that I still had the HIV virus in my
bloodstream and they did it in the most unhurtful way they
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could “She put down in writing what was in her mind” they put
down in writing that the HIV virus still was in Dylan’s brain “I
just don't see why I should even care” sarcastic, of course he
should care as he has HIV and if it is a terminal disease he is
going to die if he doesn’t find a cure “It's not dark yet, but it's
getting there.” I am not dead yet but I’m getting there.
Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree

I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
“Well, I've been to London” I have traveled to London looking

for a cure “and I've been to gay Paree” and I even went to
Paris hoping to find a Doctor who could cure me of this gay
disease “I've followed the river” I studied the medical literature
“and I got to the sea” and arrived at a sea of controversy “I've
been down on the bottom of a world full of lies” I have been
with the bottom feeding quacks and I still have the virus “I ain't
looking for nothing in anyone's eyes” I am no longer looking
into the veracity of the ideas of these charlatans regarding my
condition “Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear”
sometimes I can’t take it any longer and I contemplate suicide
“It's not dark yet, but it's getting there” I am not dead yet but
I’m getting there.
I was born here and I'll die here against my will

I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away
from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
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“I was born here and I'll die here against my will” no matter
how bad things get I am going to fight it out and not take my
own life “I know it looks like I'm moving” I know it looks like I’m
healthy since I perform frequently all over the world “but I'm
standing still” but I am a walking dead man “Every nerve in my
body is so vacant and numb” I have been over-medicated to
the point where any nerve that might cause pain has been
neutralized “I can't even remember what it was I came here to
get away from” and I wonder if this is worse than the actual
symptoms of the disease? “Don't even hear a murmur of a
prayer” I don’t have a prayer of getting rid of this disease. Also
“murmur” an abnormal sound of the heart “It's not dark yet, but
it's getting there” I’m not dead yet but I am getting there.
COLD IRONS BOUND 1997
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I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around

Well, I’m all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
I’m waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It’s almost like, almost like I don’t exist
I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
I’m beginnin’ to hear voices (something is beginning to

express itself, attempt to communicate something to me. Also
possibly ‘I am beginning to hallucinate’) / and there’s no one
around (and this expression is coming from within) / I’m all
used up (expended or consumed by being putting to use too
many times - he has used up what I believe to be all the “T”
cells he has that are necessary to fight the infection that is
expressing itself in his body) / and the fields (the competition,
the playing fields) / have turned brown (have changed
direction and are now no longer level thanks to organisms that
are free to destroy my body) / I went to church on Sunday
(when danger first appeared I said a prayer that did not have a
prayer of being answered, that of my health returning) / as she
passed by (as my health overlooked me, and became a bad or
difficult state of affairs) / And my love for her has taken such a
long time to die (and my desire to return to a state of health
has currently still not died out) / Well, I’m waist deep (I am
being bogged down as in the Pete Seeger song about
Vietnam, Waist Deep In The Big Muddy), waist deep (in the
middle of profound, strongly felt trouble that is constricting,
narrowing the focus of my life. Also causing me to waste
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away) / in the mist (I am drowning in the dimming, darkening,

fading away caused by HIV/AIDS) / It’s almost like, almost like
I don’t exist (it’s almost like I am already dead) / I’m twenty
miles out of town (Dylan has to make a much greater effort to
paint the town - entertain - on the same level that he once did)
/ in cold irons bound (and is compelled, forced into heading for
an inflexible fate of certain death).”
The walls of pride are high and wide

Can’t see over to the other side
It’s such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It’s sadder still to feel your heart torn away
“The walls of pride” the barriers thrown up by arrogance, when

I was convinced I would not get a sexually transmitted disease
like HIV “pride” or “conceit” as in The Disease of Conceit, “are
high and wide” are impenetrable, impossible to overcome
“Can't see over to the other side” because HIV is incurable I
have no hope that things will reverse themselves “It's such a
sad thing to see beauty decay” it’s tragic to see the qualities
that give pleasure to my senses fall into disuse and ruin “It's
sadder still, to feel your heart” it is more depressing still, to
experience the essence of your innermost being “torn away”
stripped away. In Disease of Conceit 1989 HIV is described as
“Rip[ing] into your senses.”
“Pride” as arrogance in relation to HIV; “Cross the Green

Mountain 2003,
It's the last day's last hour, of the last happy year
I feel that the unknown world is so near
Pride will vanish and glory will rot
But virtue lives and cannot be forgot
“It's the last day's last hour of the last happy year” it is the last
year when I still have my health “I feel that the unknown world
is so near” I am getting vibes that something really bad is
going to happen “Pride will vanish” my arrogance will vanish
“And glory” and the glorified persona of Bob Dylan “will rot” will
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be recognized for what it is, “rot” pointless talk; nonsense. “But

virtue” chastity “lives and cannot be forgot” but its wisdom will
always be remembered by me. Cold Irons Bound continues:
One look at you and I’m out of control

Like the universe has swallowed me whole
“One look at you and I'm out of control” one look at death and I
lose control, I lose authority over my physiology: regulation
and maintenance of a function; ‘he had lost control of his
sphincters’ “Like the universe” like God’s domain, like God
“has swallowed me whole” has subjected me to the same fate
as Jonah who was swallowed by a whale “I'm twenty miles out
of town” I am past certain boundaries, on a trip “in Cold irons
bound” headed for an inevitable, involuntary and premature
death.
“Universe” as God; Trouble 1981, “Since the beginning of the

universe man's been cursed by trouble.” Chronicles, “When
Frank sang that song, I could hear everything in his voice-
death, God and the universe.” Cold Irons Bound continues:
There’s too many people, too many to recall
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I thought some of ’m were friends of mine, I was wrong about

’m all
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside’s mud
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
There was too many women, so many I can’t even remember

each one I thought some of them really loved me but I was
wrong about them all. Well my life has been rocky and I have
slid back into my old ways and as a result death is hanging
over my head.
I found my world, found my world in you

But your love just hasn’t proved true
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
I found my world in science but your medication has not

worked.
Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds

Reality has always had too many heads
Some things last longer than you think they will
There are some kind of things you can never kill
“Oh, the winds” Oh something that disrupts and destroys “in

Chicago” of corruption “has torn me to shreds” has destroyed
me. Disease of Conceit 1989, “Rips into your senses.” There
are also Biblical overtones, “And Jacob rent his clothes, and
put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many
days.” “Reality” the state of things as they are rather than as
one might wish them to be “has always had too many heads”
has always had too many sensual pleasures, too much getting
head, too much getting a head on smack “Some things last
longer than you think they will” understatement; HIV is an
incurable disease and lasts forever “There are some kind of
things you can never kill” and you can never kill the HIV virus
because it mutates, it is resistant to all anti-viral drugs and it is
going to be with me forever “It's you and you only, I'm been
thinking about” now it’s only the HIV that burdens me “But you
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can't see in” but you can’t look into someone’s bloodstream
and see the virus “and it's hard lookin' out” and, if you have no
clue that it exists, that makes it hard to avoid it, to “look out”
for it. “Chicago” as corruption; Chronicles,
Grossman was from Chicago, had a non-show business

background but didn't let that stand in his way. Not your usual
shopkeeper; he had owned a nightclub in the Windy City and
had to deal with district bosses and various fixes and
ordinances and carried a .45.
It’s you and you only I been thinking about

But you can’t see in and it’s hard lookin’ out
It’s my doctors I have been thinking about but you really can’t
tell me what is going on inside me so it is hard for me to look
out for myself. I am doomed.
Well the fat’s in the fire and the water’s in the tank
The whiskey’s in the jar and the money’s in the bank
I tried to love and protect you because I cared
I’m gonna remember forever the joy that we shared
Fat is in the fire Prov. Matters have come to a crisis; trouble is

about to start. In a state of decline or failure: Stocks have
been in the tank for months. The medication is handy and
there is enough money to pay for it. I tried to respect you
because I cared about myself and I am going to look back
fondly on the success fighting the disease we shared.
Looking at you and I’m on my bended knee

You have no idea what you do to me
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
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I'm walking through streets that are dead

Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
“I'm walking through streets that are dead” I am living through

a plague where entire sections of the city have been affected
“Walking, walking with you in my head” living, living with the
HIV virus in my head “My feet are so tired” my ambitions are
so trivial, I just want my health back “my brain is so wired” my
brain is so filled with drugs; Planet Waves Liner Notes 1974
“all wired up & voting for Eisenhower.” “And the clouds are
weeping” and my gloom is profuse.
Did I hear someone tell a lie?

Did I hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love I'm so sick of it.
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“Did I hear someone tell a lie?” did I hear one of my sexual

partners say she was healthy? “Did I hear someone's distant
cry?” did I hear someone’s remote in manner; aloof response
to my question “I spoke like a child” I was naïve to even ask a
question like this, of course you were going to say you were
healthy “you destroyed me with a smile” you destroyed me
with your approval “While I was sleeping” while I was having
sexual intercourse with you “I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick
of it” I am sick of having HIV, being “love sick” but I am in the
most active or intense part of it “This kind of love I'm so sick of
it.”
I see, I see lovers in the meadow

I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow
I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I'm love sick
“I see lovers in the meadow” I see many different types of

lovers in America “I see silhouettes in the window” I see a
window of opportunity to have sex with Black women, possibly
prostitutes “I'll watch them 'til they're gone” I don’t trust them
so I watch them until they leave the hotel room “And they
leave me hangin' on” and they leave me with something
imminent; something looming: a threat hanging over Dylan “to
a shadow” and turn him into an imperfect
imitation of a human being. “I'm sick of love” I am sick from
making love “I hear the clock tick” my time is running out, my
illness might be discovered by a journalist “This kind of love”
this kind of disease “I'm love sick” is the result of a sexual
encounter.
“Meadow” as America; Tarantula, “but they're putting up a

supermarket across the meadow & that should take care of
the farmer” Black Crow Blues 1964,
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Black crows in the meadow

Across a broad highway
Though it’s funny, honey
I just don’t feel much like a
Scarecrow today
THOUGH IT’S FUNNY HONEY I DON’T FEEL

MUCH LIKE A SCARECROW TODAY
“Black crows” Jim Crow exults loudly, as over another's

defeat; boasts” “in the meadow” in America “Sleeping across a
broad highway” and many people across a broad section of
the public are openly comfortable with it “Though it’s funny,
honey” isn’t it ironic that despite my reputation as an advocate
of Civil Rights “I just don't feel much like a scarecrow today” I
do not share the feelings of those opposed to Jim Crow such
as Freedom Riders, those involved in integrating public
facilities like Woolworth’s lunch counter today. Returning to
Love Sick:
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Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder

Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true? I think of you
And I wonder
“Sometimes the silence” sometimes the protests of the AIDS

activists; “SILENCE=DEATH” was the motto of the AIDS
activist group ACT UP “can be like the thunder” can be
devastating, almost like an attack with nuclear weapons
“Sometimes I wanna take to the road” sometimes I want to do
a tour “and plunder” and join them in their illegal
demonstrations, although it would be more like a blunder
“Could you ever be true?” would his fans still be loyal to Bob
Dylan if they found out he was HIV Positive? “I think of you /
And I wonder?” when I think about the base mentality of my
fans and the stigmata attached to AIDS I wonder if coming
forward would destroy my career?
CAN’T WAIT 1997
Skies are grey, I'm looking for anything that will bring a happy
glow
Night or day, it doesn't matter where I go anymore; I just go
If I ever saw you coming I don't know what I would do

I'd like to think I could control myself, but it isn't true
That's how it is when things disintegrate
And I don't know how much longer I can wait
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IF I EVER SAW YOU COMIN’

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’D DO?
“Skies are grey” the best I can hope for is not to feel good, but
to not feel bad, to be in a grey area “I'm looking for anything
that will bring a happy glow” I want to experience a feeling of
well-being and happiness, as from glowing good health “Night
or day, it doesn't matter where I go anymore; I just go” I have
become incontinent and urinate on myself “If I ever saw you
coming I don't know what I would do I'd like to think I could
control myself, but it isn't true” if I were to see death coming I
probably would shit in my pants
“That's how it is when things disintegrate” that’s what happens

when decomposition sets in: decaying caused by a bacterial
or fungal action “And I don't know how much longer I can wait”
and I don’t know how much longer I can wait for a cure.
I'm your man; I'm trying to recover the sweet love that we
knew
You understand that my heart can't go on beating without you
Well, your loveliness has wounded me, I'm reeling from the
blow
I wish I knew what it was keeps me loving you so

I'm breathing hard, standing at the gate
But I don't know how much longer I can wait
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I'm your man” I am your servant; I am beholden to you “man”

as in Blowin in the Wind, “before you call him a man.” “I'm
tryin' to recover the sweet love that we knew” I am trying to
recover, regain a very pleasing normal and usual condition, as
of health “You understand that my heart can't go on beatin'
without you” you understand the HIV virus will be with me until
the day I die “Well your loveliness has wounded me” well a
beautiful person, a woman has caused physical damage to my
body by accident or infection “I'm reelin' from the blow” I’ve
been hit hard, almost knocked out “I wish I knew what it was
keeps me loving you so” I wish I knew the truth about you “I'm
breathing hard” I am panting, longing demonstratively;
yearning “standing at the gate” waiting, enduring suffering, so I
can be first in line for the cure “But I don't know how much
longer I can wait.”
I'm doomed to love you, I've been rolling through stormy

weather
I'm thinking of you and all the places we could roam together
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
Oh, honey, after all these years you're still the one
While I'm strolling through the lonely graveyard of my mind
I left my life with you somewhere back there along the line
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
But I don't know how much longer I can wait.
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“I'm doomed to love you” the truth of the matter is that you are
a terminal disease “I've been rolling” I’ve been gaining
momentum “through stormy weather” though the violent
outburst that is the prevailing trend of my illness “I'm thinking
of you” my mind is on my disease “and all the places we could
roam together” and all the places we can wander in search of
a cure. “It's mighty funny” super sarcastic “the end of time has
just begun” the end of life started when I became infected “Oh,
honey, after all these years you're still the one” Oh, honey
after the incubation period I discovered you were the one
“While I'm strolling” while I’m seeking a sexual partner, the
stroll is an area frequented by prostitutes “through the lonely
graveyard of my mind” through a place where worn-out or
obsolete memories are kept, such as those of my former
sexual escapades “I left my life with you somewhere back
there along the line” I left my life with you when the HIV virus
was passed down the line to me “I thought somehow that I
would be spared this fate” understated, the fact I would get an
STD of this nature could never have even occurred to me.
“But I don't know how much longer I can wait” but I don't know
how much longer I can wait for a cure.
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I can’t wait, wait for you to change your mind

It’s late, I’m trying to walk the line
Well, it’s way past midnight and there are people all around
Some on their way up, some on their way down
The air burns and I’m trying to think straight
And I don’t know how much longer I can wait
“I can’t wait (eagerly anticipate) / wait (and be ready and

available) / for you to change your mind (I am not counting on
you to give me a reprieve from the death sentence of what is
HIV) / It’s late (I am well into to what is a disease) / I’m tryin’ to
walk the line (and I am on that fine boundary that delineates
life from death) / Well, it’s way past midnight (I have gone
through the darkest hours of my existence, the disease has
almost murdered me) / And there’s some people all around
(just as many others have been through) / Some on their way
up (some on their way to recovery, on their way to heaven) /
some on their way down (some progressing toward death and
hell) / The air burns (the atmosphere is one of immediate
import and destruction) / and I’m tryin’ to think straight (and I
am trying to follow a correct or logical method or thought. Also
be honest with myself) / An’ I don’t know how much longer
(have a relationship that is greater in length than desirable or
necessary) / I can wait (and hold back expectantly since I am
thinking about taking my own life).”
STILL A MILLION MILES FROM YOU 1997
You took a part of me that I really miss

I keep asking myself how long it can go on like this
You told yourself a lie; that's all right mama, I told myself one
too
I'm trying to get closer but I'm still a million miles from you
“You took a part of me that I really miss” HIV took with it a part
of me, my White Blood Cells, that was essential to my well
being “I keep asking myself how long it can go on like this” I
wonder if death is a better alternative than living with HIV “You
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told yourself a lie” you told yourself that you could kill me
“that's all right mama, I told myself one too” that's all right
mama, I told myself I could eradicate the virus and be cured
so we are even “I'm trying to get closer but I'm still a million
miles from you” I am trying to destroy you but it is a long way
off.
You took the silver, you took the gold

You left me standing out in the cold
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
you
“You took the silver, you took the gold” you took all the
information about yourself “You left me standing out in the
cold” you left me to continue not being informed about what is
happening or has happened; you left me waiting, susceptible
to viral infections such as the common cold “People ask about
you” people ask what it is like to live with HIV “I didn't tell them
everything I knew” but I spared them the gory details “Well I'm
trying to get closer, but I'm still a million miles from you.”
I'm drifting in and out of dreamless sleep

Throwing all my memories in a ditch so deep
Did so many things I never did intend to do
you
“I'm drifting in and out of dreamless sleep” I am going back

and forth aimlessly between life and death “Throwing all my
memories” trying to rid myself of these experiences “in a ditch
so deep” by wishing I was dead and buried already “Did so
many things I never did intend to do” did so many bitches
even though I that had no design or purpose in mind like
marriage, having children “Well I'm trying to get closer, but I'm
still a million miles from you.”
I need your love so bad, turn your lamp down low

I need every bit of it for the places that I go
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Sometimes I wonder just what it's all coming to

Well I'm tryin' to get closer, but I'm still a million miles from you
“I need your love so bad” I need to find out the truth about the
HIV virus “turn your lamp” turn on a device that generates
therapeutic radiation “down low” on me “I need every bit of it” I
need all the therapy you can provide “for the places that I go”
for the illness I am susceptible to or acquire “Sometimes I
wonder just what it's all coming to / Well I'm tryin' to get closer,
but I'm still a million miles from you.” This poem also has
overtones of the divorce from Sara such as you took the silver
– the silverware – you told the public everything you knew
about me during our divorce etc.
So perhaps Dylan is just singing about the AIDS epidemic and

does not have the disease himself? All you Dylan fans can
could brush off these poems easily enough but:
IN MAY 1997 HIV BECAME FULL BLOWN AIDS AND AS A

RESULT BOBBY CONTRACTS DISSEMINATED
HISTOPLASMOSIS AND ALMOST CROAKS
Singer Bob Dylan is hospitalized with potentially fatal infection

Published: May 29, 1997 12:00 a.m.
Bob Dylan was being treated for a potentially fatal chest

infection that forced him to cancel an upcoming European tour
after being hospitalized in London. "His condition has been
diagnosed as histoplasmosis, a potentially fatal infection which
creates a swelling of the sac which surrounds the heart,"
Columbia Records said in a three-paragraph statement
Wednesday. Dylan, who turned 56 on Saturday, was admitted
to an undisclosed hospital over the weekend with severe chest
pains, the statement said. The record company did not
disclose his current condition. Dr. Jeffrey Gold, chairman of
the cardiothoracic surgery department at Montefiore-Einstein
Medical Center in the Bronx, said histoplasmosis carries
"pneumonia like symptoms" and people can be infected for
"20 or 30 years before it causes trouble." "Sometimes it just
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heals itself," other times antibiotics are required, and in

advanced stages, surgery or draining the pericardium - the
sac around the heart - is necessary, Gold said. Dylan was
"undergoing treatment and will remain hospitalized in the care
of his physicians until such time as they feel confident that his
condition has improved," Columbia Records said.
HE’S IN A HOSPITAL BED / BUT HE’LL NEVER GET

BETTER HE’S ALREADY DEAD
Shortly after recording the preceding series of poems about

HIV/AIDS Dylan was hospitalized in London on his birthday
May 24, 1997, with disseminated histoplasmosis, a disease
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that often afflicts AIDS patients with CD-4 cell counts below
100/mm3. Bobby came very close to death.
Histoplasmosis is an infectious disease caused by inhaling the

microscopic spores of the fungus Histoplasma capsulatum.
This sometimes fatal opportunistic infection comes from
contact with dry bird droppings - just a walk on the street could
do it! Bob’s office said he contracted the disease after he had
played shows in Muncie, Indiana on April 29, 1997, in
Evansville, Indiana on May 1, 1997 and in Memphis,
Tennessee on May 2, 1997, rural areas where this disease
might emerge from. This makes sense as the incubation
period for the disease is 2 to 20 days and Bob came with it on
May 24, 1997.
According to my Facebook friend Keith Gubitz: “Several

members of the crew on that tour came down with
Histoplasmosis. They stayed in a hotel near a river in
Memphis. The fungus that causes Histoplasmosis grows in
riverbeds. I believe Tommy Masters, Dylan’s bus driver and
caretaker of his properties in New Mexico told me that several
others on the crew came down with Histoplasmosis. It must
have been at this show on May 2, 1997 - Bob Dylan at Tom
Lee Park, Memphis, TN, USA. It was a casual conversation
with Tommy. I told him I thought it may have come from the
weed, and that's when he said he and a couple others also
came down with it at the same time.”
These other members of the Dylan entourage served as a

control group. Not having a compromised immune system the
fungus didn’t spread and was destroyed by antibiotics but Bob
got a touch of the disseminated variety and most people with
disseminated histoplasmosis also have HIV.
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Most of the time, people who inhale spores have flu symptoms
or contract a respiratory infection, at most. Only about 5
percent suffer pericarditis. Dylan's people said he caught
histoplasmosis from a chicken in one of the southern cities he
played at. Had he contracted it from a chicken or a chicken
plucking Dylan fan he would not have gotten it in its worst
form, as the disease exists in three types; Acute or primary
histoplasmosis that causes flu-like symptoms. Most people
who are infected recover from it without medical intervention.
Chronic histoplasmosis is the second type. It primarily affects
the lungs and can be fatal. Finally disseminated
histoplasmosis affects many organ systems in the body but
primarily the heart and is often fatal, especially to people with
acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS). Anyway it’s
more likely he got it from chicken fucking rather than chicken
plucking. Dylan recalled this near fatal episode in Cross the
Green Mountain 2002.
A letter to mother came today

Gunshot wound to the breast is what it did say
But he'll be better soon
He's in a hospital bed
But he'll never be better
He's already dead
“A letter to mother came today” a newspaper article was

written about me today “Gunshot wound to the breast is what
it did say” it said I had a disease, a fungus growing on my
heart “But he'll be better soon” but he is recovering “He's in a
hospital bed” he is receiving the best of medical care “But he'll
never be better” but even if he recovers from this he will never
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be fully cured “He's already dead” because Bob Dylan is a

walking Deadman, just as he had described and cursed the
Jewish nation in Deadman, Deadman. In Numbers 24:9, it’s
written, “Blessed is everyone who blesses you [the Jewish
nation], and cursed is everyone who curses you.”
AIN'T TALKIN' 2006
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden

The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind
As Dylan existed in the present in the mystic garden of earthly

the promiscuous women were there for the pickin’ I was
indulging in all my sexual fantasies when I contracted AIDS.
Ain't talkin', just walkin'

Through this weary world of woe
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
No one on earth would ever know
Ain’t gonna name it, just living through it this weary world of
woe and dread my heart is burning, still yearnin’ to rid myself
of this virus to the point where no one could be more desirous.
They say prayer has the power to help

So pray [for] the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I'm trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well
Some people tell me that if you pray to God, Mother Mary, it

will help destroy the virus. But I am beginning to realize that
my conscious is vile and depraved and I am trying to be good
Christian but can never do so as I am possessed by the Devil.
God why did you smite me with AIDS? Is it divine
punishment?
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I'll burn that bridge before you can cross
They'll be no mercy for you once you've lost
I will burn every bridge behind me before the virus can cross
it. Experiencing an elevated body temperature but still
yearning and once a cure is found every trace of this evil virus
will be destroyed.
Now I'm all worn down by weepin'

My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin'
I'll just slaughter them where they lie
Bobby is actually evincing some human emotion and cries

himself to sleep. His lips are dry from the anti-depressants that
were prescribed for him and if I ever can catch that virus off
guard I will wipe it out.

Through the world mysterious and vague
Walking through the cities of the plague
“Ain't talkin' just walkin'” I am not confessing, not copping out

on myself just living “Through the world mysterious and
vague” through the realm of a difficult and impossible to
understand disease and one that has not yet been precisely
defined “Heart burnin'” my actual heart irritated and inflamed
from disseminated histoplasmosis “still yearnin'” still having an
intense desire and longing to go back to the way it once was
“Walking through the cities of the plague” living, carrying the
HIV virus; “plague,” any epidemic disease with a high death
rate.
The whole world is filled with speculation

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The whole wide world which people say is round

They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down
“The whole world is filled with speculation” the medical world

is filled with a message expressing an opinion based on
incomplete evidence “The whole wide world which people say
is round” the world of science which people believe has been
brought to a highly developed, finished, and refined state
“They will tear your mind away from contemplation” they will
offer you treatment that you should have thought twice about,
they will exploit the fact you are HIV positive.

Eatin' hog-eyed grease in hog-eyed town
Heart burnin' – still yearnin'
Someday you'll be glad to have me around
They will crush you with wealth and power

Every waking moment you could crack
I'll make the most of one last extra hour
I'll avenge my father's death then I'll step back

Hand me down my walkin' cane
Got to get you out of my miserable brain
All my loyal and much-loved companions

They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Thinkin' ‘bout that gal I left behind
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Informal A stubborn person is sick, my candidate for someone

who can help me is science Blind: Performed or made without
the benefit of background information that might prejudice the
outcome or result. Still thinking about the days I had my
health.
It's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying

Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire's gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?
“It's bright” it’s hopeful “bright” as in ‘he has a bright future’ “in
the heavens” in the heavens but not here on earth “and the
wheels are flying” and the big wheels of science are working
diligently “Fame and honor never seem to fade” because they
wish to be awarded a Nobel Prizes for their work “The fire's
gone out” the most destructive part of the disease is under
control “but the light is never dying” however the HIV virus, like
glowing embers, still circulates within Dylan’s bloodstream and
for all he knows suddenly certain tell tale signs appear and
HIV is AIDS, “Who says I can't get heavenly aid?” even
through the HIV virus is under control it can still become the
AIDS virus at any moment. Alternate version of Can’t Wait
1997, “My hands are cold / The end of time has just begun /
I'm getting old / Anything can happen now to anyone.”

Carrying a dead man's shield
Walkin' with a toothache in my heel
“Ain't talkin', just walkin' / Carrying a dead man's seed” I am

carrying sperm that contains the HIV virus “Heart burnin', still
yearnin'” wishing intensely for a cure, but one has not been
discovered “Walkin' with a toothache in my heel” living with a
terrible pain brought about by my Achilles Heel, my addiction
to sex. Springsteen in Old Dan Tucker 2006:
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Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man

He washed his face in the frying pan
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel
“Now old Dan Tucker was a fine old man” sarcastic, Good Ole
Boy Bob Dylan was a fine Old Leftist “Washed his face in a
fryin' pan” immersed his race in Nazism (Dylan, Last Thoughts
on Woody Guthrie 1961 “like fish when they’re fryin’”)
“Combed his hair” searched for his politics “with a wagon
wheel” with a popular record, “wagon” as in bandwagon “And
died with a toothache in his heel.” Returning to Ain’t Talkin’:
The suffering is unending

Every nook and cranny has it's tears
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears
“The suffering is unending” the intensive, unbearable pain

never subsides “Every nook and cranny” every part of me,
even the most remote “has it's tears” shows emotion, shows
sorrow “I'm not playing, I'm not pretending” I am not
goldbricking, I am not pretending to be ill to get sympathy “I'm
not nursing any superfluous fears” I am nursing, caring for, an
illness; not paranoia.

Walkin' ever since the other night
Walkin' ‘til I'm clean out of sight
As I walked out in the mystic garden

On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma'am I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Up the road around the bend
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In the last outback, at the world's end
THE CHRONICLES ALLEGORY
Breaking his hand is the metaphor for having picked up the

mother of all nails.
IT WAS 1987 and my hand, which had been ungodly injured

in a freak accident, was in the state of regeneration. It had
been ripped and mangled to the bone and was still in the
acute stage-it didn't even feel like it was mine. I didn't know
what had befallen me, and this was a bizarre shift of fate. All
potentialities had gone to pieces. With a hundred show dates
scheduled for me starting in the spring it was uncertain that I
would be able to perform. This was a sobering experience. It
was now only January 1987, but my hand was going to need
plenty of time to heal and be rehabilitated. Staring out French
windows into an overgrown garden, with a cast on my hand
that went nearly to my elbow, I realized that my playing days
might well have faded out. In some sense, it would have been
fitting, for up 'til then I had been kidding myself, exploiting
whatever talent I had beyond the breaking point. I'd known it
for a while. Recently, though, the picture had changed and
now the historical implications of the situation bothered me.
“It was 1987 and my hand” it was [January] 1987 and the
cards I play the game of life with, the hand fate has dealt me
“which had been ungodly injured” which had been harmed by
something morally bad in principle and practice “in a freak
accident” in an accident that occurred as a result of my sex
addition; I was a “sex freak” a person who was obsessed with
sex “was in the state of regeneration” was at a point where life
was returning to me, I was in the process of re-growing
destroyed parts of my body such as white blood cells “It had
been ripped” my entire existence had been destroyed quickly
and violently. Disease of Conceit 1989 “it rips into your senses
and your body and your mind” “and mangled” and altered so
as to make my previous being unrecognizable “to the bone” to
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the core, to where most white blood cells arise in my red bone
marrow “and was still in the acute stage” and this was just the
beginning stages of the infection: an acute HIV infection is an
asymptomatic period of rapid viral replication that immediately
follows the individual's exposure to HIV leading to an
abundance of virus in the peripheral blood “it didn't even feel
like it was mine” I was still in a state of denial “I didn't know
what had befallen me” I didn’t know what happened to me by
a sequence of events beginning in Hibbing, Minnesota “and
this was a bizarre” and this was a conspicuously and grossly
unusual “shift of fate” a change in direction of my fate
downward, I had it made in the shade and blew it!
It was noontime and I was shuffling around in my old-fashion

garden. Cutting across the vacant lot to a bank of field flowers
where my dogs and horses were, the strangled cry of a gull
came whipping through the wind. Walking back to the main
house, I caught a glimpse of the sea through the leafy boughs
of the pines. I wasn't near it, but could feel the power
beneath its colors. Seemed like a net had fallen over me and
if I'd tried to run, I'd only get more entangled. My hand had
been gashed pretty good-no feeling in the nerves. Maybe it
might not heal, never be the same, and the sooner I believed
it, the better. Oh, the wicked ironies of life. I'd gotten a
cosmic kick in the pants. I probably should have been
wearing steel underwear.
“My hand had been gashed” my fate, the cards I was holding
in life had been gashed, had been destroyed by a cunt. “Gash”
preppie slang term for female “pretty good - no feeling in the
nerves” no more fortitude; stamina, resistance to infection
“Maybe it might not heal, never be the same, and the sooner
I believed it, the better” “I ain’t never gonna be the same
again” and there still is no cure for HIV “Oh, the wicked” oh the
severe and distressing “ironies of life” I had fame and fortune
and I get this deadly incurable disease? What kind of a
schmuck am I? “I'd gotten a cosmic” I’d gotten an infinitely and
inconceivably extended; vast “kick in the pants” embarrassing
rude awakening beyond belief caused by desire.
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Subterranean Homesick Blues, “Short pants, romance.” “I

probably should have been wearing steel underwear” I should
have been wearing a male chastity belt that way I would have
had to keep my dick in my pants. No accident occurred in
January 1987, as Dylan claimed in Chronicles.
Dylan had used a similar metaphor, in a different context, in

Tarantula, “South Duchess County in bandages & little Lady
Suntan trying to analyze the Albino terrorists…outside,
however after the tear gas disappears, we find that the
leprechaun's got his hand in a bandage & his beard's gone &
the mayor, we find out, is home making urgent phone calls to
cardinal Spellman.”
ROCK AND ROLL HALL OF FAME

JANUARY 20, 1988 NO BANDAGE
There is no evidence, no report, other than Dylan’s statement

in Chronicles that any such accident ever occurred. Dylan was
on tour with Tom Petty in 1986. The last date of the Petty tour
was on October 17, 1986. He played with the Grateful Dead in
January 1987. No bandage, no cast. Could the January that
Dylan writes about when he had “a cast on my hand that went
nearly to the elbow” be January 1988?
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But on January 20, 1988 Dylan appeared playing guitar on the

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame television show. No cast was
seen. The Never Ending Tour started in June 1988 and ran 71
appearances that year. No cast except for the fact that HIV
had taken Dylan’s reality and cast it to the wind. Returning to
the Chronicles Allegory:
Returning from the emergency room with my arm entombed in

plaster I fell into a chair-something heavy had come against
me. It was like a black leopard had torn into my tattered flesh.
It was plenty sore. After being on the threshold of something
bold, innovative and adventurous, I was now on the threshold
of nothing, ruined. This could be the last turn of the screw. The
trail had come to a halt. Only hours earlier things had been
pretty wholesome and methodical. I was anticipating the
spring, looking forward to stepping out on the stage where I'd
be entirely at once author, actor, prompter, stage manager,
audience and critic combined. That would be different. Now I
was staring into the dark where all things seemed to be
coming from. Like Falstaff, I'd been heading from one play into
the next, but now fate itself had played a nightmarish trick. I
wasn't Falstaff anymore. One day I went to the clinic where
the doctor examined my hand, said the healing was coming
along fine and that the feeling in the nerves might have a
chance of coming back soon.
It was encouraging to hear that. In time, my hand got right and

it was ironic. I stopped writing the songs. The doctor
encouraged me to play my guitar - that stretching my hand
was therapeutic, actually good for my hand, and I was now
doing that a lot. I could begin the shows that were scheduled
for me, starting in the spring and it seemed like I was back
where I began.
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In a conversation with the late Lord Oliver Isaac Foot in 2006

Oliver told me he had been Dylan’s close friend for decades
without informing me of this fact. He said he had spoken to
Bob a few days ago and that Dylan did not hate me but was
still unhappy about my forcing him to leave Greenwich Village,
going through his trash etc. I told him that it was foolish of
Dylan to dredge this stuff up like a mantra when he
had other things to worry about, such as being HIV Positive.
Foot responded, “I know and it’s a shame.” But how does
Dylan go on tour so often if he is HIV Positive?
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Dylan travels mostly in the summer or spring, in a gigantic

customized bus. The band is accommodated in another bus,
and he only sees them on stage. Dylan sits at the piano for
most concerts and he takes a one month break during his
touring season. In 2009 neighbors complained about the
stench coming from a portable toilet situated on the perimeter
of Dylan’s Malibu home, which Dylan insists his guards use.
Dylan did not want the guards bringing infections in his midst.
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On Thursday July 23, 2009 Patrolwoman Kristie Buble

responded to a 5 p.m. call at Franklin Avenue and Third
Avenue in Long Branch, New Jersey where she found a
shabbily dressed man looking into a house in the midst of a
pouring rain. “We got a call for a suspicious person. I said
what are you doing in the neighborhood, he said he was
looking at a house for sale. I asked him who he was and he
said ‘I'm Bob Dylan.’ He was wearing black sweatpants tucked
into black rain boots, and two raincoats with the hood pulled
down over his head.” Dylan had wandered three miles away
from The Ocean Beach Resort and Spa into the yard of a
home that had a “For Sale” sign on it. The home's occupants
became spooked by his appearance and called police with a
report of an “eccentric-looking old man” in their yard. One of
the occupants followed Dylan as he continued on down the
street. “We see a lot of people on our beat, and I wasn't sure if
he came from one of our hospitals or something?”
Patrolwoman Buble called for backup and asked for
identification, but Dylan had none.
“He was acting very suspicious,” Buble said “Not delusional,

just suspicious. You know, it was pouring rain and everything.
He asked me if I could drive him back to the neighborhood
after I verified who he was, which made me even more
suspicious.” Psychosis can be induced by Decreased CD4+ T
Cell and High Viral Load in an HIV infection. Anti-retroviral
drugs can induce temporary psychosis. Could Dylan have
thought he was in Crown Heights on Franklin Avenue and was
looking for a shul to daven mincha in? This was not the first
time Dylan was mistaken for a homeless person. New York
Magazine reported that while he was recording Time Out Of
Mind, taped in January 1997 and released on September 30,
1997, he was almost barred from a posh hotel due his
disheveled appearance. No one in the mainstream media
attributed Dylan’s Big Adventure in Long Branch, New Jersey
to the side effects of an anti-viral drug or long term mental
deterioration.
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If you examine Dylan’s handwriting in some of the books

where he has provided exemplars, there has been a marked
deterioration to the point where it has become illegible.
HECTOR SCHMECTOR
THE AIDS VECTOR
To reiterate: The first reference to Dylan’s affliction appeared

on Empire Burlesque recorded between July 1984 and March
1985. It was released on June 8, 1985. So assuming Dylan
was referring to HIV/AIDS in I Ain’t Never Gonna Be The
Same Again, which is likely judging from the poems that follow
this one, March 1985 would be the latest date that Dylan
could have become aware of his disease and July 1984 the
earliest (although it is likely he became aware of it much
earlier).
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Dylan’s daughter, Desiree Gabrielle Dennis-Dylan, assuming

she was full term, was conceived early in May 1985.
Assuming the month of March comes before May Desiree
was conceived at a point in time when Dylan already knew
he was HIV Positive.
There is no way to tell how many times Dylan had

unprotected sexual intercourse before conception took place.
Desiree was born January 31, 1986 at Humana Hospital, in
Canoga Park, California. Birth name: Desiree Gabrielle
Dennis-Dylan. Carolyn Dennis, Desiree’s single mother,
African-American mother, did not list Dylan as the father on
Desiree's birth certificate. On June 4, 1986, Bob married
Carolyn Dennis. Dennis filed for divorce on Aug 7, 1990, after
four years, and the marriage was dissolved in October 1992.
Their marriage and child remained a secret until the
publication of a Dylan biography in 2001. Carolyn Dennis said
they took advantage of a California law that allowed them to
seal their marriage certificate. The settlement in their divorce
was also sealed. What is happening here? You tell me! Did
Dylan deliberately attempt to infect a Black woman with HIV
because of his racism? Is this the kind of sickness Hollywood
breeds? If this is true it would make Fatty Arbuckle look like a
Boy Scout. Dylan is said to have made a multi-million dollar
settlement, as well as giving her the house. To keep the
divorce quiet, court records listed Dylan under his birth name,
R Zimmerman, and a judge made an order to seal the file.
There have been reports that Dylan has numerous love

children scattered throughout the United States. Is he paying
hush money to their mothers? Is this why he continues to
tour? One would think he would be sick of it by now. Or is his
touring part of the deal with the Devil? In Chronicles Dylan put
the date of detection of his infection allegorically circa January
1987 however poetic evidence revealed he was writing about
his affliction in 1984 and 1986. The weasel did this to conceal
the fact from those who read between the lines of Chronicles
that knowing he was HIV positive; he had unprotected sex
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with Dennis. Bob was probably infected with the HIV virus in
the early 1980’s – circa 1982 or 1983.
By July 1984 he figured he was infected. Yet for many years

after that he continued to have sexual relations.
Bob brags about continuing to be sexually active in some

stupid song and video where I, portrayed as a stalker rather
than scholar get knee capped, Duquesne Whistle.
I wake up every morning with that woman in my bed

Everybody telling me she's gone to my head
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gon' kill me dead
I come to the realization each day that I have contracted in

incurable Sexually Transmitted Disease – HIV. “Bed” as to
have sexual relations which is found in Maggie’s Farm a poem
based on Orwell’s allegory about communism, Animal Farm.
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
“I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more” I ain't gonna work

for the Soviet Union, the father of Communism no more, “Well,
he puts his cigar” well he puts his Communist propaganda
pushing Civil Rights “Out in your face” out in the White race’s
midst “just for kicks” just to cause trouble, so he can get his
version of kicks “His bedroom” but his sexual moirés,
“bedroom” as sexually suggestive; ‘a bedroom comedy’ as
dictated by the Communist Party of the USSR “window” as an
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interval of time during which certain conditions or an

opportunity exists - a window of sexual vulnerability “It is made
out of bricks” bars inter-racial marriage as the White Russian
race must be preserved, it’s sexual policies are dictated by
Party stalwarts, “brick” a reliable person. “The National Guard
stands around his door” and that makes the Communists no
different than Southern racists. Alabama Governor George
Wallace stood at the door of Foster Auditorium at the
University of Alabama in a symbolic attempt to block two Black
students from enrolling at the school. They were escorted
inside by members of the federalized National Guard. “Face”
as race; in regard to James Meredith’s enrollment at the
University of Mississippi; Oxford Town 1963, “Guns and clubs
followed him down / All because his face was brown.”
I wake up every day of my life with that virus in my body or a

different woman in bed
Everybody telling me she's gone to my head
All my friends are telling me you must be crazy to have, even

getting some head during oral sex.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
listen to that Nazi Weberman blowing smoke There was a

Duquesne spy ring active in the United States during WWII.
Blowing like it's gon' kill me dead
Writing that my HIV is gonna kill me dead when it is not nor

has it stopped me from having sexual relations.
All of these women who had sex with the sleazoid after 1982
including Carolyn Dennis, from 1986-1992 Susan Ross dozen
years beginning mid 1980's Darlene Springs 2012-214 were
put at risk or infected. But the ones who lived with him had to
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know he had the disease from his medication unless he hid it

from them?
Although inconceivable to me, all of these women were

exposed to the AIDS virus. As stated Desiree Dylan was
conceived at a point in time when Bob already knew he was
HIV Positive so there is no telling if he used unsafe sex in
other instances. Susan Ross claims Dylan knocked her up in
1986 but she had an abortion. There is no way to tell how
many times Bob had unprotected sexual intercourse with
Dennis before conception took place. What is happening
here? You tell me! Did Bob deliberately attempt to infect a
Black woman with HIV because of his racism? Is this the kind
of sickness Hollywood breeds? If this is true it would make
Fatty Arbuckle look like a Boy Scout. There have been reports
that Bob has numerous love children scattered throughout the
United States. Is he paying hush money to their mothers? Is
this why he continues to tour? One would think he would be
sick of it by now. Or is his touring part of the deal with the
Devil? Dennis, an American gospel-rock singer whose mother
was a member of Ray Charles’s Raelettes. Dylan had dated
Dennis on and off, along with other African-American singers,
since she started working for him during his 1978 world tour.
However, she married a drummer, and after their divorce, re-

established the relationship. His wife worked with him on the
London and Los Angeles sessions of Knocked Out Loaded.
Her voice can be heard on Brownsville Girl. However, they
were never photographed together in public, because Bob
was ashamed to be seen with a Negro. The sick shit doesn’t
stop here. After almost infecting his mother with HIV or
infecting her and perhaps having her mother pass it on to his
daughter Desiree, Bob refused to attend his daughter’s gay
wedding to Kayla Sampson in June 2014.
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https://www.facebook.com/danielle.noelle.587
How long the marriage lasted in problematical. Kayla

Sampson’s Facebook page has no mention of Desiree and
numerous photos with others. She probably married fatty to
enhance her career.
UMMM BOY SHE’S FAT!
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KAYLA DUMPED FATTY FOR THIS DUDE
DARLENE “BED” SPRINGS
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FLASH: Nov 6, 2014 @ 14:47PM Legendary singer Bob Dylan

has split from his secret third wife, The National ENQUIRER
has exclusively learned. Dylan, 73, dumped Darlene Springs,
a decade his junior, after he learned she’d been spending all
his money, sources claimed. Bob and Darlene have known
each other for 30 years and were a couple for seven years,
before tying the knot in a private ceremony in 2012 with just a
minister present, insiders said. Dylan who’s worth $180
million, bought Darlene a Malibu beach house and a mansion
in Encino, Calif. But she allegedly spent wildly on clothes, first-
class trips to New York City, five-star hotels and top
restaurants.
This was the cover story for the break-up. My guess is that
Darlene failed an HIV test.
RUTH “LOVE” TYRANGIEL
Ruth shook the son of a bitch down for big bucks. She sued
him hinting she would rat him out for having AIDS:
a) Plaintiff devoted her time and attentions to Defendant's
personal needs with a continued assurance that she would
be secure for the rest of her life;
(b) Plaintiff acted as a nurse, companion, and confidante,

social hostess, homemaker, housekeeper, and cook to
Defendant;
(c) Plaintiff took care of Defendant when he was ill to the

extent that she was able;
(e) Plaintiff devoted all aspects of her life to Defendant's

needs, interest and well-being to the exclusion of her own-
making herself available to Defendant seven days a week, 24
hours a day;
55. As a direct and proximate result of the aforementioned
acts, Plaintiff has suffered humiliation, mental anguish, and
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emotional and physical injuries, and Plaintiff has suffered

loss of energy, loss of sleep, severe tension, profound shock
and anxiety, all to Plaintiff's damages in a sum within the
Jurisdictional requisites of this Court. Plaintiff will ask leave of
Court to amend this Complaint at time of trial to insert the
exact amount of said damages.
(g) Plaintiff assisted Defendant in co-writing songs;
(h) That throughout the period of time the parties maintained

their relationship, Defendant assured Plaintiff that she would
always be financially compensated and be secured for the rest
of her life.
56. In doing these acts, Defendant acted maliciously and

without probably cause and without regard for the rights,
health and feelings of Plaintiff, and with intent, design, scheme
and purpose to injure Plaintiff.
Bob settled this lawsuit and Ruthy didn’t end up in some
honky-tonk lagoon, she was given a condo worth $2.8 million
plus all the secret stuff in the settlement. But how much is
worth to have been infected with HIV or even exposed to it
during sex?
SUSAN ROSS
This last Dylan lover is a real cunt. She was some unstable
groupie who catered to Bobby’s perversity. She claimed to be
his paralegal assistant but Bob was not a lawyer. She
squeaked on him all over the place:
New York Post of February 27, 2006
Dylan secretly had at least two wives and several children with
them and other women, according to one of his mystery
girlfriends who's writing a book about his complicated romantic
life. Our spies say the dino-rocker's longtime honey, Susan
Ross, is quietly penning a book that promises to "set the
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record straight about a lot of misinformation" put out by

Dylan's well-oiled publicity machine. Among her claims:
Dylan has been married not once, but three times. What's
more, he has "eight or nine" children - nearly twice the number
listed in his most current bio. One music industry insider:
"Bob's got kids all over the planet. His youngest is about 12.
It's a real multicultural menagerie." Ross, a Juilliard-trained
musician, declined to discuss the book or details of her
romance with Dylan, whom she met in 1985 at a Columbia
Records party.
But her friends say Dylan, who for decades has closely
guarded his knotty personal life, is purportedly reading the
manuscript. "It's not a "kiss and tell' book," a source told
PAGE SIX. "But it doesn't shy away from the truth." The leggy
blond Ross has endured years of rumors about Dylan and his
far-flung dalliances. In addition to Susan, Dylan had a
longtime thing with one of his backup singers, Carol Dennis,
who claims he's the father of two of her three children. He
romanced another backup singer, Carol Woods, for years, and
also dated former Sony exec Carol Childs. There's a fourth
woman - also named Carol – who has canoodled with Dylan in
California. "He's got a thing for "Carols,'" laughed a music
exec. "He even has an assistant named Carol."
But music industry sources say Ross seems to be Dylan's
main squeeze. "He's no altar boy - he's certainly had his share
of entanglements," a source said. "And she's not stupid. But
they seem to have a solid understanding."
2/27/98
Susan Ross, a former road manager he met in the 80s, is the

only one of his ex-girlfriends who has given a revealing
glimpse into Dylan’s life. She said in 1998 he was a
recovering alcoholic. Ross added that she only got to visit
his house after they’d been together five years – even then he
would not allow her to sleep in his bedroom. Susan asked him
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why they could not live together. “Because I can barely live
with myself,” he replied.
The Sunday Mirror
THE full story of rock legend Bob Dylan's tangled love life and
secret marriages has finally been told - by his girlfriend. In an
exclusive interview with the Sunday Mirror, Susan Ross,
Dylan's lover of the past 12 years, claims he had three
marriages, ten children and affairs with a string of beauties
...including four Carols. "He has used women throughout
his life to fulfill certain needs," she said. "He has never
been able to get the big picture from one woman."
Susan claims that as well as former Bunny Girl Sara Lowndes,

who he divorced in 1977 and with whom he had five children,
the reclusive rocker has also been secretly married to two of
his backing singers. The 46-year-old legal assistant says he
had two children with soul singer Clydie King and another with
Carol Woods, and was married to them both at different times.
She says Dylan also had two more children with Broadway
star Carol Dennis, who sang on his latest award-winning
album, Time Out Of Mind.
Until now he has only publicly acknowledged his marriage to

Sara Lowndes in 1965. Their youngest child is 26-year-old
Jakob, who now has a successful rock career with his own
band, The Wallflowers.
"Bob is the great love of my life," said Susan. "Nobody knows
him like I do. I have been with him for 12 years and I am
probably the only person in the world who knows the truth
about him." Susan, who first met Dylan at a party in New York
thrown by Colombia Records, is writing an autobiography
which includes her years with Dylan, and says she is not
bothered by his colourful love life. "He is a rock and roller,"
she said. "If he wants to have sex with a woman in another
city when he is on tour, that is up to him. I am the one he is
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sending flowers to on my birthday, and I am the one he

phones four or five times a week."
Despite their closeness, Susan said she had to spy on Dylan

to discover the facts about his secret life. The youngest of
Dylan's secret brood is said to be 12. But even now, Dylan will
not admit to being the father. "Having become a spy, I would
say to him, `Who's Nurette?' knowing that was his own child.
Bob would still say to me, `Who's that? I don't know who you
are talking about.' "But the children all know each other. They
know who their father is."
Susan says Dylan's first wife, Sara, was really just a

housewife. "He was happy for a while having a family with her.
But I am an artist and I like to be around other artists. He is
the same. Clydie King was Bob's second wife. I met them 12
years ago. She had two of his kids. His third wife, Carol
Woods, was a backing singer who I think had one of his
children."
Clydie King and Carol Woods were not available to comment

on Susan's claims. But Rolling Stone Ron Wood recalls Dylan
and King. "He used to go to her for solace all the time. She
was great for him," Ron told Dylan biographer Clinton Heylin.
Dylan and Clydie split in 1983.
Susan said she is speaking out because she is "annoyed"

Dylan didn't take her to the Grammy Awards show in New
York, where his Time Out Of Mind won Album of the Year.
But she says her book, called Wait Till Your Father Gets
Home, is meant to honour her 56-year-old lover. "My book is
not a kiss-and-tell. I've only written about 165 pages so far.
But Bob has read the first three chapters and he said it cuts
away to the bone. "I'm not sure he is happy about some of the
things I am writing about him, but he has described me as
brilliant - and I'm not going to argue with that."
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The name Carol has featured strongly in Dylan's love-life. A

record company source said: "You know, Bob has a thing
about the name Carol. Even his assistant is called Carol."
Singer Carol Dennis, who starred until recently in the

Broadway musical Street Corner Symphony, says she had two
children with Dylan. Dennis, 42, a longtime backing singer with
both Dylan and Bruce Springsteen, said: "I have three
children, but I am not going to say which ones are Bob
Dylan's." She was Dylan's lover for several years in the late
Seventies, but has stayed friends with the star and sang on
his new record.
Dylan is said to have had close relationships with four Carols.

As well as Carol Dennis he had affairs with record company
executive Carroll Childs, songwriter Carol Bayer Sager, and
Carolyn Hester, a Sixties folk icon. "He jealously guards his
privacy and will never talk about it," said the record company
source. "And you can see why, it's very complicated." Other
women said to have had flings over the years with the rock
romancer include Raquel Welch, singer Joan Baez, actress
Sally Kirkland and another backing singer, Helena Springs.
Ross told the Daily Mail that Dylan had made her pregnant but
at times acted like a limped dick fuck after he had too much to
“drink.” Remember she said he was a recovering alcoholic?
Dog whistle for recovering junkie. She said she had an
abortion in 1986. Her book was never published because Bob
put her back on the pad. Had she continued on this path it
might have led to her accusing Bobby of having unsafe sex
when he was HIV Positive? Ross subsequently has
disappeared into the woodwork.
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Great book. Worth every cent. My favorite part in the book is

when Britta collects the butts from Dylan’s Kools and keeps
them as a souvenir. Garbology. She also mentions having
read the articles in which I suggested that Dylan was addicted
to heroin and has this confirmed by Victor Maymudes a close
friend of Dylan’s .
Maymudes was part of the very hip scene back then that
included Wavy Gravy, Bob Fass (who dated Suzie Rotello’s
sister) Paul Krasner and others.
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Britta said she was afraid to have sex with Dylan because
AIDS was just beginning. She said that he had his fungal
infection, disseminated histoplasmosis, for months again
indicating a long term challenged immune system. The book
tells me Dylan’s buddy, Carole Ross, is his pimp and
participant in ménage a trios. Dylan was trying to get Britta
into this but her background as a flower power love child
thwarted Dylan.
LATE PERIOD BURNOUT
DOG WHISTLE WORDS IN SINATRA SONGS
Dylan has a repertoire of at least 20,000 songs and can

choose those the fit into his previously invented poetic
language. He first started choosing songs that fit into his
poetic language with Self Portrait. Recently he has recorded
songs from years gone by, focusing on the legendary Frank
Sinatra. After Dylan started parroting Frank Sinatra songs in
2016 he chose those that could be looked at on another level
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as dealing with AIDS HIV, assuming you knew he had

HIV/AIDS.
TRIPLICATE
TRIPLICATE sloppy thirds picking Sinatra songs again that

when looked at through a certain perspective mirror parts of
Dylan’s life. When I hear these songs I can’t wait for them to
be over. It is like enhanced interrogation. I don’t have to hear
all of them and can get the lyrics online.
Anyway the first two months he was in New York Dylan let
people fuck him up the ass and he would suck their cocks for
money and God knows what else he did. He started out as a
degenerate and worked his way up on the scale of human filth
from there reaching a low as a Jewish holocaust denier. But
look on the bright side of things. The maggot almost got
himself killed on New Year’s Eve 1961 when one of his johns
decided he wasn’t a homosexual after all and tried to strangle
him.
You go to my head
You linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round
In my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew

And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself

Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile
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That makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head

You go to my head 5. Slang

a. A habitual drug user.
Often used in combination: a dopehead.
You linger to persist or continue, esp in the mind like a

haunting refrain A repeated utterance or theme in this case
shooting up
And I find you spinning

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly
across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
round
In my brain
Like the bubbles I reach for Nicky's lighter, flick it on, and
move it evenly back and forth under the cooker until
the heroin begins to bubble.
in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
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Something produced as if by brewing; a mix:
Like the kicker
a stimulating or intoxicating quality in alcoholic drink Certain
drugs.
In a julep or two
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way



You intoxicate
To impair the physical and mental faculties of (a person) by m

eans of alcohol or a drug or other chemical substance:
my soul with your eyes
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Dylan might take too much smack and his heart would stop
beatin’ and his mind grow cold, then he’d believe what AJ told.
THAT OLD BLACK DYLAN THAT I KNOW SO WELL
THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC
That old black magic has me in its spell

That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
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That only your kiss can put out the fire

'Cause you are the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called love
That old black magic has me in its spell
That old Black Magic Johnson, a basketball player who is HIV

Positive has me in its spell any influence that can control the
mind or character; fascination
That old black magic that you weave so well
Weave: To introduce (another element) into a complex whole;

work in:
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
Ice: Slang To kill; murder.
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
Witchcraft: magical influence; witchery.
The same old tingle that I feel inside
Tingle: To have the sensation of being poked lightly with many

needles in a certain area of the body
And then that elevator starts its ride
Elevate: To increase the amount or intensity of: An elevated

CD8 cell count is associated with an increased risk of HIV
treatment failure for patients who initially achieve an
undetectable viral load,
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And down and down I go, round and round I go
Down: Injured. Officer down!
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
A widespread tendency or movement: an epidemic.
I should stay away but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Inflame: To produce inflammation in (a tissue or organ).
Aflame with such a burning desire
Of immediate import; urgent:
That only your kiss can put out the fire
That only your approval, your relenting can stop it.
'Cause you are the lover I have waited for
Sarcastic
The mate that fate had me created for
Sarcastic
And every time your lips meet mine

Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin,
To have a sensation of whirling, as from dizziness; reel
Loving the spin that I'm in
Sarcastic
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Under that old black magic called love
YOUNG AT HEART
Fairy tales can come true

It can happen to you if you're young at heart
For it's hard, you will find
To be narrow of mind if you're young at heart
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes

You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
Don't you know that it's worth

Every treasure on earth to be young at heart
For as rich as you are
It's much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
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Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive

And here is the best part, you have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart
Fairy tales can come true
Offensive Slang Used as a disparaging term for a gay man.

Fairy tales is AIDS
It can happen to you if you're young at heart
If you are a horny bastard like Bob Dylan was
For it's hard, you will find
Firm, solid, rigid, stiff,
To be narrow of mind
Celibate
if you're young at heart
You can go to extremes
Woman after woman – a new one every night
with impossible schemes
a visionary or unrealizable project
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
When you get AIDS from coitus: Seams: A line, ridge, or

groove made by fitting, joining, or lapping together two
sections
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
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Life become more dangerous day by day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
And the virus is in your heart or on the way. Dylan almost

died when his HIV turned to disseminated histoplasmosis and
the fungus attacked his heart.
Don't you know that it's worth
Every treasure on earth to be young at heart
Not to be HIV positive and to have your health is worth every

treasure on earth
For as rich as you are

It's much better by far to be young at heart
No matter how much money you have it is better to be free of

this disease
And if you should survive to a hundred and five

Look at all you'll derive
Derive: To trace the origin or development of (a word)
out of bein' alive
And here is the best part, you have a head start
And if you are dope head you have more of a chance of

contracting HIV, however Dylan got his through heterosexual
over- activity.
If you are among the very young at heart
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MAYBE YOU'LL BE THERE
Each time I see a crowd of people

Just like a fool I stop and stare
It's really not the proper thing to do
But maybe you'll be there
(Maybe you'll be there)
The key word here is crowd. In Positively Fourth Street Dylan

wrote this to the folkniks “I used to be among the crowd
you’re in with.” “blank stares, caves & the in – crowd grinning
& banners with little bo peep” indifference to Dylan’s work,
underground venues like The Café Wha? And Gaslight, the in
crowd of folk music fans approving, and political banners with
slogans followed by sheep.
There is an alternative translation. Crowd as the common

people; the populace. Just like someone who has made a
tremendous mistake in life having contracted HIV I stop
thinking about what is on my mind an stare: To be imminent or
unavoidable to (one): AIDS now stares us in the face. I know
it is impossible but maybe my health with return.
I go out walking after midnight

Along the lonely thoroughfare
It's not the time or place to look for you
But maybe you'll be there
I go out walking during the worst part of the disease and have
to walk that lonesome valley and walk it alone. It is the exact
wrong time to look for being healthy again but I do it anyway.
You said your arms would always hold me

You said your lips were mine alone to kiss
Now after all those things you told me
How can it end like this
You said you would always keep me healthy and that I would
not get an STD from some cunt Lips Anatomy A labium and
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now after all the things you promised how could it under up in
an STD like AIDS.
The folkies believed they would always embrace Dylan’s

militant songs (arms) and that he was their exclusive property
but it ended in their departure.
(And then your arms will always hold me)

(Your lips will be mine alone to kiss)
I'll never have to hurry to the door
'Cause, baby, you'll be there
(Baby, you'll be there)
(Maybe, you'll be there)
POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS
Dylan choose this song because it fits into his heroin

symbolism.
A country dance was being held in a garden

I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon"
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream
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Bump: Slang A shot of hard liquor, sometimes accompanied

by a beer chaser.
The music started and was I the perplexed one

I held my breath and said "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream
May I have the next shot of heroin in my frightened arms?
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers

As we floated over the floor
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more
Dancer as in Mr. Tambourine man when he is straight “my

toes to numb to step” and “cast your dancing spell my way.”
Now in a cottage built of lilacs and laughter

I know the meaning of the words "Ever after"
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss the pug-nosed dream
Yeah Dylan was hooked on dope for decades. Pretty slick.

Went right over all his fans heads.
ALL THE WAY
When somebody loves you

It's no good unless he loves you all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you all the way
When you contract the love of a Dylanologist and you let me

hang out with you in your studio and joke around all the day
Taller than the tallest tree is

That's how it's got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
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That's how deep it goes if it's real
Dylan felt like he would have liked to hang me or kill me and

dump my body in the ocean. He was always offering to drive
me down to the piers in Brooklyn.
When somebody needs you

It's no good unless he needs you all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in-between years come what may
Dylan told me that I revived his career with all my shenanigans

– it was getting pretty lean there for awhile for Bob.
Who knows where the road will lead us

Only a fool would say
But if you'll let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you all the way all the way
No one knows where life will take us, only a fool Informal A
person with a talent or enthusiasm for a certain activity
SKYLARK
Have you anything to say to me?

Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed?
Have you seen a valley green with spring?

Where my heart can go a journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom covered lane
And in your lonely flight

Haven't you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music, faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon, sad as a gypsy serenading the moon
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Oh skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there?
“Wonderful music, faint as a will o' the wisp

Crazy as a loon, sad as a gypsy serenading the moon” This is
about Dylan and the Left and how they once appreciated his
art form.
NEVERTHELESS
Maybe I'm right and maybe I'm wrong

Maybe I'm weak and maybe I'm strong
But nevertheless I'm in love with you
Maybe I'll win and maybe I'll lose

And maybe I'm in for crying the blues
But nevertheless I'm in love with you
Somehow, I know at a glance

The terrible chances I'm taking
Fine at the start
Then left with a heart that is breaking
Maybe I'll live a life of regret

And maybe I'll give much more than I get
But nevertheless, I'm in love with you
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Maybe I'm weak
Maybe I'll lose
Terrible chances
A life of regret
ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL
All or nothing at all

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Half a love never appealed to me

If your heart, never could yield to me
Then I'd rather, rather have nothin' at all
All, or nothing at all

If it's love, there ain't no in-between
Why begin, then cry for somethin' that might have been?
No, I'd rather, rather have nothing at all
Oh, please don't bring your lips close to my cheek

Don't you smile or I'll be lost beyond recall
The kiss in your eyes, the touch of your hand makes me weak
And my heart, may grow very dizzy and fall
And if I fell under the spell of your call

I would be caught in the undertow
And so you see, I've got to say no, no
All or nothing at all
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the touch of your hand makes me weak
grow very dizzy and fall
caught in the undertow
ON A LITTLE STREET IN SINGAPORE
On a little street in Singapore

With me beside a lotus covered door
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face
How pale the hands that held me in embrace
My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar

With temple bells that guide me to her shore
And then I hold you in my arms and love the way I loved
before
On a little street in Singapore
DUGI-HEROIN-SMACK
Singapore
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lotus
pale the hands that held me in embrace
I hold you in my arms
IT HAD TO BE YOU
Why do I do just as you say

Why must I just give you your way
Why do I sigh?
Why don't I try to forget?
It must have been that something lovers call fate

Kept me saying "I had to wait"
I saw them all
Just couldn't fall 'til we met
It had to be you, it had to be you

I've wandered around, finally found somebody who
Could make me be true
Could make me be blue
And, even be glad just to be sad thinkin' of you
Some others I've seen

Might never be mean
Might never be cross
Or, try to be boss
But, they wouldn't do
For nobody else gave me a thrill

With all your faults, I love you still
It had to be you, wonderful you
It had to be you
'Cause nobody else gave me a thrill

With all your faults, I love you still now
And it had to be you, it just had to be you
It had to be you
IT HAD TO BE YOU
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Why do I do, just as you say

Why must I just, give you your way
Why do I sigh, why don't I try, to forget
Why did I ever write the song George Jackson about a cop
killing psycho at your request. Why am I still sorry for writing it.
And I am sorry for forcing Dylan into writing it.
It must have been, that something lovers call fate

Kept me saying, "I have to wait"
I saw them all, just couldn't fall, 'til we met
It must have been good luck on your part that I postponed

having you offed. In In Congratulations performed with the
Traveling Dingleberrys Dylan wrote: “Congratulations for
making me wait Congratulations now it's too late” I saw Mafia
figures but I couldn’t fall into sin by committing murder until I
was sure you had it coming after I met you in person. Dylan
would write “You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t
enough to change my heart.”

I wandered around, and finally found, the somebody who
Could make me be true, and could make me be blue
And even be glad, just to be sad, thinking of you
Some others I've seen, might never be mean

Might never be cross, or try to be boss
But they wouldn't do
For nobody else, gave me a thrill,
It had to be you
Some of the people I ran into in life were asskissers but they
never had the nerve to tell me, Bob Dylan, what to do, what to
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write, what drugs I should take, so I have to admire that in

you.
ALTERNATE TRANSLATION
Why do I do just as you say?

Why must I just give you your way?
Why do I choose songs that depict the Dylan-Weberman

literary relationship or whatever it is just as you say I do?
Why do I sigh?
Heave a sigh and resign myself to this fate
Why don't I try to forget
Why don’t a try to forget the shit you pulled on me in the early
1970’s.
It must have been that something lovers call fate
Chronicles. Dylan to Archibald McLeish “I wanted to tell him

things were muddled, that a mob had been surrounding our
house with bullhorns and calling on me to come out into the
streets and lead a march on city hall, on Wall Street, on the
Capitol ... that mythological figures of the fates have been
weaving and now cutting my thread of life . .(thread of life
smack).”
Kept me saying "I had to wait"
If I had Weberman killed I would fall under a lot of suspicion.

Plus “he tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to
tame my heart.” In Congratulations Dylan sarcastically
congratulates me for making a deal with the Feds (Levy
testified against LaRouche) and returning from exile in Israel.
Congratulations you got a good deal.

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Congratulations for making me wait

Congratulations now it's too late
Congratulations you came out on top
Congratulations you never did know when to stop
I saw them all
I saw all the folk fans booing me
Just couldn't fall 'til we met
But I didn’t experience defeat or ruin until I met Al. I consider

this the “Key words” that defines the song. “Till we met”

I've wandered around,
To behave in a manner that does not conform to morality or

norms: wander from the path of righteousness.
Finally found somebody who

Could make me be true
Could make me be blue
And, even be glad just to be sad thinkin' of you
Some others I've seen

Might never be mean
Expressing spite or malice
Might never be cross
An opposition, hindrance, or misfortune; affliction (esp in the

phrase bear one's cross)
Or, try to be boss
Or boss Dylan around trying to get him to write left wing songs
like George Jackson. The commissar of culture.
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But, they wouldn't do
For nobody else gave me a thrill
a sudden wave of keen emotion or excitement when Dylan

beat me up on Elizabeth Street – the laughter down on
Elizabeth Street – as he sings in Where are you tonight?
Geology a fracture in the earth's crust resulting in the relative

displacement and loss of continuity of the rocks on either side
of it. Dylan almost put a fault in the sidewalk with my head

It had to be you
'Cause nobody else gave me a thrill

With all your faults, I love you still now
And it had to be you, it just had to be you
It had to be you
COME RAIN OR COME SHINE
I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you

Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain and deep as a river
I guess when you met me

It was just one of those things
But don't you ever bet me
'Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me
You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me

Happy together, unhappy together
And won't that be fine
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You are going to translate my poetry in a different fashion than

others especially when it comes to Blacks Shine: (US) a black
person (from shoeshiner). Happy with my ideas on race,
unhappy with them, it really doesn’t matter.
Days may be cloudy or sunny

We're in or we're out of the money
But I'm with you always
I'm with you rain or shine
I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you

High as a mountain and deep as a river
High as a mountain, an enormous problem and deep and

profound as humanity.
I guess when you met me

It was just one of those things
But don't you ever bet me
'Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me
I guess when you brought your class around to my house it

was just an average day for me. (sarcastic) bet: To maintain
confidently, as if making a bet: I bet they were surprised by the
news. Eventually I will tell the truth if you let me.
MELANCHOLY MOOD
Melancholy mood forever haunts me

Steals upon me in the night
Forever taunts me
Oh, what a lonely soul am I
Stranded high and dry
By a melancholy mood
Gone is every joy and inspiration

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Tears are all I have to show

No consolation
All I can see is grief and gloom
Till the crack of doom
Oh, melancholy mood
Deep in the night

I search for a trace
Of a lingering kiss, a warm embrace
But love is a whimsy
And as flimsy as lace
And my arms embrace an empty space
Melancholy mood, why must you blind me

Pity me and break the chains
The chains that bind me
Won't you release me, set me free
Bring him back to me
Oh, melancholy mood
Deep in the night

I search for a trace
Of a lingering kiss, a warm embrace
But love is a whimsy
As flimsy as lace
And my arms embrace an empty space
AIDS/HIV DOG WHISTLE WORDS
Forever taunts me
Oh, what a lonely soul am I

Stranded high and dry
By a melancholy mood
All I can see is grief and gloom

Till the crack of doom
Oh, melancholy mood
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Melancholy mood, why must you blind me

Pity me and break the chains
The chains that bind me
Won't you release me, set me free
Bring him back to me
Oh, melancholy mood
Bob continues to bellyache about having AIDS into 2017, with

his carefully chosen Sinatra covers.
STORMY WEATHER***
Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky

Stormy weather
Since my man and I ain't together
Keeps rainin' all the time
Don’t know why there is no hope for me in the future, my life is

subject to, involving, or characterized by violent disturbance
since my health and I ain’t no longer together, keeps on being
destructive as in into each life a little rain must fall forever.
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Life is bare, gloom and mis'ry everywhere

Stormy weather
TRIPLICATE
Sloppy thirds picking Sinatra songs again that when looked at

through a certain perspective mirror parts of Dylan’s life.
When I hear these songs I can’t wait for them to be over. It is
like enhanced interrogation. I don’t have to hear all of them
and can get the lyrics online.
STORMY WEATHER
Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky

Stormy weather
Life is bare, gloom and mis'ry everywhere

Stormy weather
Just can't get my poor self together
I'm weary all the time, the time
So weary all the time
When he went away

The blues walked in and met me
If he stays away, old rockin' chair will get me
All I do is pray, the Lord above will let me
Walk in the sun once more
Can't go on, ev'rything I had is gone

Stormy weather
When he went away

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Stormy weather
Just can't get my poor self together

I'm weary all the time, the time
So weary all the time
Life is unclothed; exposed: used esp of a part of the body

vulnerable. gloom and misery fill my life. I am falling apart
mentally and am tired from fighting the virus all the time.
When he went away

When health went away a got depressed and if it doesn’t

come back death and old age will get me. All I do is pray that
my health will return.

Stormy weather
"You can have all the riches and success in the world, but if
you don't have your health, you have nothing." - Steven Adler
IT'S FUNNY TO EVERYONE BUT ME
It's funny how you loved me

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Then forgot so suddenly

It's funny to everyone but me
(It's the talk of the town)
They told me this would happen

Now they're laughing secretly
(Gosh, he's crying again)
I should shrug my shoulders and say

Good riddance to a bad affair
But how can I do, but my head tells me to
When my heart tells me how much I care
It's so funny, I still love you

It's the joke of the century
(I have the right to think of you)
It's so funny, I still love you

It's the joke of the century
Ah, but it's funny to everyone but me
IT GETS LONELY EARLY
When you're all alone

All the children grown
And, like starlings, flown away
It gets lonely early, doesn't it?
Lonely early, doesn't it?
Ev'ry single endless day
When your twilight nears

And one face appears
Turning winter years to May
It gets lonely early, doesn't it?
Lonely early, doesn't it?
Still the old heart's young enough to say
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"It was really more than lovely, wasn't it?

"Truly lovely, wasn't it?"
Strings
Ev'ry single lovely day
AS TIME GOES BY
You must remember this

A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still (just) a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo

They still say: I love you
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs - never out of date

Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate
Woman needs man - and man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story

A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
HERE'S THAT RAINY DAY
Maybe I should have saved those leftover dreams

Funny but here's that rainy day
Here's that rainy day they told me about
And I laughed at the thought
That it might turn out this way
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Where is that worn out wish that I threw aside

After it brought my love so near
Funny how love becomes a cold rainy day
Funny that rainy day is here
It's funny how love becomes a cold rainy day

Funny that rainy day is here
I COULDN'T SLEEP A WINK LAST NIGHT
I couldn't sleep a wink last night

Because we had that silly fight
I thought my heart would break the whole night through
I knew that you'd be sorry
And I'm sorry too
I didn't have my favorite dream

The one in which I hold you tight
I had to call you up this morning
To see if everything was still all right
Yes, I had to call you up this morning
'Cause I couldn't sleep a wink last night
The moment of glory I nor Bob will never forget. That silly fight
and his laughter on Elizabeth Street. He knew that I would be
sorry for having messed with his wife. He said if you mess with
her you will be sorry. He didn't have favority fantasy that he
was strangling me, holding me tight that night.
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO CHANGE MY PLANS
I guess I'll have to change my plan

I should have realized there'd be another man
I overlooked that point completely
Until the big affair began
Before I knew where I was at

I found myself upon the shelf and that was that
I tried to reach the moon but when I got there
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All that I could get was the air
My feet are back upon the ground

I lost the one girl
The one girl I'd found
My boiling point is much too low

For me to try to be a fly Lothario
THE SEPTEMBER OF MY YEARS
One day you turn around and it's summer

Next day you turn around and it's fall
And the springs and the winters of a lifetime
Whatever happened to them all?
As a man who has always had the wand'ring ways

Now I'm reaching back for yesterdays
'Til a long-forgotten love appears
And I find that I'm sighing softly as I near
September, the warm September of my years
As I man who has never paused at wishing wells

Now I'm watching children's carousels
And their laughter's music to my ears
And I find that I'm smiling gently as I near
September, the warm September of my years
The golden warm September of my years
AS TIME GOES BY
You must remember this

A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still (just) a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo

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They still say: I love you

On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs - never out of date

Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate
Woman needs man - and man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story

A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
YOU GO TO MY HEAD
You linger like a haunting refrain

And I find you spinning round
In my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head

Like the kicker in a julep or two

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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You go to my head 5. Slang

a. A habitual drug user. Often used in combination: a dopehea
d.
You linger to persist or continue, esp in the mind like a

haunting refrain A repeated utterance or theme in this case
shooting up
And I find you spinning

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly
across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
round
In my brain
Like the bubbles I reach for Nicky's lighter, flick it on, and
move it evenly back and forth under the cooker until
the heroin begins to bubble.
in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Something produced as if by brewing; a mix:
Like the kicker
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a stimulating or intoxicating quality in alcoholic drink or certain

drugs.
In a julep or two
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way



You intoxicate
To impair the physical and mental faculties of (a person) by m
eans of alcohol or a drug or other chemical substance:
my soul with your eyes
Dylan might take too much smack and his heart would stop
beatin’ and his mind grow cold, then he’d believe what AJ told.
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I'M A FOOL TO WANT YOU 2015
I'm a fool to want you

To want a love that can't be true
A love that's there for others too
What else, junk, dugi, smack, schmeck there for anyone with
$3 for a tray bag. Trayvon Martin was named after a tray bag.
I'm a fool to hold you

Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss that Devil has known
I once held her in my arms / She said she would always stay /
But I was a fool / I treated her cruel / I threw my stash away.
Dope is all there is it makes the world go ‘round dugi and only
dugi it can’t be denied. Not matter what you think about it you
just can’t do without it take a tip from someone who had to tip
his bags to get the last remaining amount of junk. One thing’s
for sure there ain’t no cure if you throw it all away.
Dope is the devil’s brew fo’ sure.
Time and time again I said I'd leave you

Time and time again I went away
But then would come the time when I would need you
And once again these words I had to say
I tried to kick heroin but then I got the craving, I needed a fix
more than anything. So I relapsed.
Take me back, I love you

...I need you
I know it's wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong I can't get along
Without you
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I need a fix. Not Billie Holliday me!
THE NIGHT WE CALLED IT A DAY 2015
There was a moon out in space

But a cloud drifted over its face
You kissed me and went on your way
The night we called it a day
I heard the song of the spheres
Like a minor lament in my ears
I hadn't the heart left to pray
This is about Dylan parting ways with the Left. The key to this
song is “There wasn’t thing left to say.” I was singing about
unreachable goals and you dug it until I starting playing rock
and roll with obscure cloudy lyrics. The folk community
dumped Dylan. Dylan heard the boos and shouts of Judas but
it was only a minor complaint in his ears. He was through
having sympathy for the left
Soft through the dark
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The hoot of an owl in the sky

Sad though his song
No bluer was he than I
“Hoot” to assail or drive out by hooting <hooted down the

speaker>
The moon went down stars were gone

But the sun didn't rise with the dawn
There wasn't a thing left to say
There wasn't a thing left to say
Stars celebrities.
STAY WITH ME
Should my heart not be humble, should my eyes fail to see,

Should my feet sometimes stumble on the way, stay with me.
Like the lamb that in springtime wanders far from the fold,
Comes the darkness and the frost, I get lost, I grow cold.
I grow cold, I grow weary, and I know I have sinned,
And I go seeking shelter and I cry in the wind.
Though I grope and I blunder and I'm weak and I'm wrong,
Though the road buckles under where I walk, walk along.
Till I find to my wonder every path leads to Thee,
All that I can do is pray, stay with me,
Stay with me.
About JC.
AUTUMN LEAVES
The falling leaves drift by the window

The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
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The declining leaves or pages of your books catch the drift of

how I look out on life. The half dead book or communist
thought in a golden age. I see you pay lip service, and the
earlier approval of the brown African-American ideas I used to
hold as in hold a belief
Since you went away the days grow long

And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
WHY TRY TO CHANGE ME NOW
I'm sentimental
So I walk in the rain
I've got some habits
That I can't explain
Could start for the corner
Turn up in Spain
Why try to change me now
I sit and daydream

I've got daydreams galore
Cigarette ashes
There they go on the floor
I go away weekends
And leave my keys in the door
But why try to change me now
Why can't I be more conventional?

People talk
People stare
So I try
But that's not for me
Cuz I can't see
My kind of crazy world
Go passing me by
So let people wonder

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Let 'em laugh

Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember?
I was always your clown
Don't you remember?

Why try to change me
I'm sentimental
So I walk in the rain
I've got some habits
That I can't explain
I remember when I first came to New York City and started

singing old songs. I can’t explain why I had a monkey on back,
a $25 dollar a day habit.
Could start for the corner

Turn up in Spain
I could have ended up in some remote folksinging position.
I sit and daydream

I've got daydreams galore
Cigarette ashes
There they go on the floor
I would sing songs that were full of unwarranted leftwing hope,

I knew every one.
I go away weekends
And leave my keys in the door
But why try to change me now
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I would play the clubs on weekends and leave the musical key
that I wanted to play as a later opportunity.
Why can't I be more conventional?

People talk
Why can’t I stick to literal lyrics? The folk community has

started a campaign against me.
People stare
So I try
But that's not for me
Cuz I can't see
My kind of crazy world
Go passing me by
So let people wonder

Let 'em laugh
Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember?
SOME ENCHANTED EVENING
Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger

You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you know even then
That somewhere you'll see her again and again
Some enchanted (under a spell as in Cast your dancing spell

my way I promise to go under it some time when I was doing
junk) you may see a leftist civil rights type across a crowded
venue like Folk City and somehow you know that you will be
popular with the folk singing left and see the same audience
over and over again.
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Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing

You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
And the night after night, as strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams
Some time when you are doing dugi someone will be happy
across a crowded venue. And every time you perform as
strange as it is for a racist to be singing the praises of the
Negro in 1961 you will cater to her in your poems because
that is where the fame and fortune is.
Who can explain it, who can tell you why

Fools give you reasons, wise men never try
Who can explain it, who can tell you why it went down this
way. Politicians give you reasons wise men never try.
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love

When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone
Do what you have to do to succeed otherwise you will be

singing your songs to yourself.
Once you have found her, never let her go

Once you have found her, never let her go
His fans are hard core and stick with him.
FULL MOON AND EMPTY ARMS
Where Are You?

Where are you, where have you gone without me
I thought you cared about me, where are you
Where's my heart, where is the dream we started
I can't believe we're parted, where are you
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Dylan actually regrets the way our relationship turned out.

Where is the dream we started. Dylan said he wanted to
collaborate on a poem and we would split the royalties. So I
told him about my trip to Mexico and what the Third World was
like and he came up with “A bracero had a sombrero full of
expresso” I said what does that mean. He said “That’s my
thing Al.”
When we said, goodbye, love, what had we to gain

When I gave you my love, was it all in vain
All life through, must I go on pretending
Where is my happy ending, where are you
Dylan offered me a job, money, a chance to get laid a lot, go

on tour with him etc. if I canceled the Birthday Party I threw for
him in front of his crib. But I turned him down and told him quit
using drugs cause he is gonna OD and join the anti-Vietnam
war movement. He said if I went through with it I was cut off
forever. As a result all through life he has to pretend he hates
me and there will be no reconciliation. Sad because some of
our views have converged over the years.
WHAT’LL I DO
THAT LUCKY OLD SUN
Up in the mornin', Out on the job, work like the devil for my
pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do, but roll around heaven
all day.
Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids, sweat till I'm wrinkled
and gray
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do, but roll around
heaven all day.
Dear Lord above, can't you know I'm pining, tears all in my
eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to Paradise.
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Show me that river, take me across, wash all my troubles

away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do, but roll around
heaven all day
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to Paradise
Show me that river, take me across, wash all my troubles
away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do, but roll around
heaven all day
FULL MOON EMPTY ARMS 2014
Full Moon, Empty Arms: First recorded 1945. Released in May

2014. I was born 5/26/45. Dylan sent me a card by picking a
tune from his amazing repertoire that fits into his symbolism as
he did with songs like Take a Message to Mary!
Full moon and empty arms

The moon is there for us to share
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But where are you
A night like this

Could weave a memory
And every kiss
Could start a dream for two

Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon
If my one wish comes true
My empty arms will be filled with you

The moon is there for us to share
But where are you?
Full moon, political craziness but no way to fight it empty long

arms.
The insanity is there for us to share but where are you in the
political spectrum.
A night like this could weave a memory
To introduce (another element) into a complex whole; work in:

The period of time covered by the remembrance or
recollection of a person or group of persons: within the
memory of humankind.
A time like this could provide for
A specific period in history “the time of the robber barons.”
And every kiss could start a dream for two
And every kiss, every embrace of multiculturalism could

inspire a poem
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Tonight, I'll use the magic moon

To wish upon
Tonight, presently, Dylan will use an extraordinary power or

influence seemingly from a supernatural source to confer
(something unwanted) on someone namely Obama who he
wishes was dead.
And next full moon

If my one wish comes true
My empty arms will be filled with you
And the next time the world becomes insane and Dylan desire
is realized by empty arms will be filled with you collapsed
carcass.
THE SECRETS OF CHRISTMAS IS IN THE HEART
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Dylan’s Santa Claus is loaded on smack and bringing dugi to

all the little kids to get them addicted.
CHRISTMAS IS IN THE HEART
Many of the traditional Christmas songs Bob Dylan chose for

CHRISTMAS IS IN THE HEART contained a phrase that was
either identical with, or closely resembled, a line from Dylan’s
previously established body of poetry. In Do You Hear What I
Hear he sang "A song, a song / High above the tree" In
Tonight No Light Will Shine on Me he wrote, "As the wind
blows high above the tree" In Have Yourself a Merry Little
Christmas he sang "Here we are as in olden days / Happy
golden days of yore." In Days of '49 he wrote, "In the days of
old in the days of gold often I repine." In Winter Wonderland
he sang, “In the meadow we can build a snowman / And
pretend that he's a circus clown.” In the liner notes to The
Times They Are A-Changin’ Dylan wrote “An' I walked my road
an' sung my song / Like a saddened clown / In the circus a
my own world.” In Must be Santa Claus he sang "Who's got a
beard that is long and white?" In Tarantula he wrote "the
soldier with the long beard says go ask questions my son"
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"Soldier" as “American President” In Gates of Eden Dylan

wrote “The savage soldier” sarcastic; General Dwight
Eisenhower accused by the far Right of being soft on Soviet
Communism “sticks his head in sand” ignores historical
precedents, (“sand” as in “the sands of time”) like an ostrich
“And then complains" then protests Soviet expansionism in
Cuba “Unto the shoeless hunter” unto Nikita Khrushchev who
took his shoe off and banged it on the Soviet Delegations desk
at the United Nations in 1960. “Hunter” as Khrushchev; John
Fitzgerald Kennedy: “Khrushchev reminds me of the tiger
hunter who has picked a place on the wall to hang the tiger's
skin long before he has caught the tiger. This tiger has other
ideas.” Almost all American Presidents have been soldiers.
Must be Santa Claus also contains this verse, "Eisenhower,
Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Bush, and
Clinton." These keys indicate the subcontent of this song
concerns American Presidents.
In The Christmas Blues he sang "The jingle bells are jingling /

The streets are white with snow" In Mr. Tambourine Man he
wrote this to his heroin connection "in the jingle jangle
morning I'll come following you" and in House Carpenter he
wrote "Oh what are those hills yonder my love / They look as
white as snow / Those are the hills of heaven my love / You
and I'll never know." “Snow” is drug slang for heroin or
cocaine. In Christmas on Christmas Island Dylan sang “you
will never stray for every day / Your Christmas dreams come
true” In I Threw it All Away Dylan wrote “take it to your heart
don’t let it stray” and in New Morning he wrote, “this must be
the day that all my dreams come true.” Both these poems
appeared on the same LP and were translated as drug
related.
In The Christmas Song Dylan sang "Will find it hard to sleep

tonight" and in The Mighty Quinn he wrote, "Nobody can get
any sleep there's someone on everyone's toes / But when
Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna wanna dose."
The Christmas Song also contains the lines "They know that
Santa's on his way / He's loaded" slang; drunk or intoxicated
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"lots of toys" "toys" junkie slang for narcotic paraphernalia,

works "and goodies" and dope. The song ends "see if reindeer
really know how to fly?" “fly” get high. Not since Alistair
Crowley composed hymns for the Church of England that
covertly praised opium have Christians been hood-winked
neither in this fashion nor on a grander scale.
In Little Drummer Boy Dylan sang, "I am a poor boy." In If

You Gotta Go, Go Now he wrote "I am just a poor boy baby
trying to connect." “Poor boy" translates as "Leftist folksinger"
in Tarantula he wrote this to the folk fans who witnessed him
being jeered at his concerts, "you were also there when they
castrated that poor boy in public" In Can't Ya Hear Me Crying
1961 he prayed for a break as a folk singer "Hey, stop you ol'
train, Let a poor boy ride." With this key we can break the
Dylan code and find out what Dylan is really singing about in
Little Drummer Boy.
"Come they told me" listening to Woody Guthrie records told

me "A new born King to see" to visit Woody in the mental
hospital where the Communist Party USA had dumped him
"Our finest gifts we bring" my finest songs to play for him "To
lay before the King" to lay on Woody the King of Folk Music.
"So to honor Him" so in his honor, not that I ever believed any
of the Communist agitprop "When we come" when I met him
"Little Baby, I am a poor boy too" I told Woody, who was of
diminished capacity that I was a genuine Depression Era folk
singer "I have no gift to bring, That's fit to give a King" and that
I could never live up to the high artistic and communistic
standards set by Woody "Shall I play for you, on my drum"
and I asked him if he wanted me to drum up support for the
Communists with my music.
"Mary nodded” the Motherland, the Soviet Union gave Dylan

the OK “The ox" the rank and file Communist Tarantula "now
the organizers must bring the oxen in & dragging leaflets"
"and lamb" and those the Communists who are going to be
sacrificed for the cause "kept? time" dug Dylan’s folk music
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beat "I played my drum for Him" I wrote songs to advance

Communism "I played my best for Him" that were some of the
best ever written "Then He smiled at me, Me and my drum."
and then Woody had his fellow travelin' Communists approved
of me and gave me the Tom Paine Emergency Civil Liberties
award for furthering Communism. Rum ba bum Rum ba bum.
SANTA
Here comes Santa Claus!

Right down Santa Claus Lane!
Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer
Are pulling on the reins.
Bells are ringing, children singing;
All is merry and bright.
Hang your stockings and say your prayers,
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight
Here comes Bob Dylan Right down Santa Claus Lane! And he
is a right winger from the word go Vixen A female fox – he is
foxy shrewd and Blitzen and a Nazi sympathizer – blitzkrieg
and all his reindeer In ITS ALL OVER BABY BLUE Dylan tells
his the Cuban’s “all your reindeer army they are rowing home”
an army accustomed to cold weather – the Sovs are retreating
after the Cuban Missile Crisis. Are pulling on the reins the
Soviet Union is controlling Bob Dylan The Traitorous
Communist Puppet “Bells are ringing, children singing”
SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLUES “ring bell hard to tell if
anything is gonna sell” Dylan is playing his guitar and
immature idiots are out there doing the same All is merry and
bright. The future looks bright for Dylan the communist mistral
Hang your stockings wait for your reward some dough and say
your prayers, sing your scummy protest songs which you don’t
believe in 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight. Cause fame and
chicks cum tonight

Right down Santa Claus Lane!
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He's got a bag that is filled with toys

For the boys and girls again.
Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle,
What a beautiful sight.
Jump in bed, cover up your head,
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight
Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Dylan Right down

Santa Claus Lane! a well-defined track He's got a bag a bag
of dope that is filled with toys and a set of works – Junkie talk
– “Hey man let’s get off” “My toys are in my crib.” For the boys
and girls again. Key word – again and again and again
addiction Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, MR.
TAMBOURINE MAN which even I must admit was the
greatest peon to Opium ever written in all of literary history. “In
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the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you” What a

beautiful sight. What a great high Jump in bed, go into a sleep
like nod cover up your head, but be careful no one finds out
you are a smack head Cause Santa Claus comes tonight
cause the sleazeball Bobby from Minnesota comes tonight,
cums all over himself. Some Christmas song that one turned
out to be. Aleister Crowley Jr.
WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,

In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening you have to pay attention to
something that might kill you – you have to be sure of the
dose In the lane note use of lane as tracks again snow is
glistening the snow, the smack is pure crystal, almost uncut,
not stepped on “A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight, In TONIGHT I’LL BE STAYING HERE

WITH YOU Dylan wrote that all he wanted to do was get high
Walking in a winter wonderland
Gone away is the bluebird,

Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Gone away is the bluebird, In TONIGHT I’LL BE STAYING

HERE with you Dylan wrote “Well that mockingbird’s gonna
said away, We’re gonna forget it / That big fat moon is gonna
shine like a spoon /but we’re gonna let it ” Here to stay is a
new bird Here to stay is a new kind of singer “He sings a love
song” who is no longer political As we go along, Walking in a
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winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,

Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town
In the meadow we can build a snowman, In America we can

create a poem about heroin Then pretend that he is Parson
Brown then pretend it contains Leftwing thinking He'll say: Are
you married? The left will ask are you married to Communist
ideology? “We'll say: No man, not really But you can do the
job When you're in town.” but as long as it is popular in New
York Town you can commit a “job” Informal A criminal act as
in conspiracy
Later on, we'll conspire,

As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland
Later on, we'll conspire, later in my career as a make believe

Leftist I will conspire with the Communist Party to overthrow
the duly elected Government of these United States.
As we dream by the fire as we dream of, fantasize about,

revolution, in MY BACK PAGES Dylan wrote this about his life
as a Leftist “Crimson flames tied through my ears / Rollin’
high and mighty traps / Pounced with fire on flaming roads /
Using ideas as my maps To face unafraid, The plans that
we've made, and are willing to confront the Government
Walking in a winter wonderland. Living in a dreamland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,

And pretend that he's a circus clown
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We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,

Until the other kids knock him down.
In the meadow we can build a snowman, In America we can

increase or strengthen by adding gradually to my career by
cutting a record that was half acoustic half rock and roll And
pretend that he's a circus clown then his old fans will have to
make believe he is still a folksinger We'll have lots of fun with
mister snowman, Will ridicule Dylan’s new sound Until the
other kids knock him down. Until the other Leftists knock him
Slang To find fault with; criticize
When it snows, ain't it thrilling,

Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
When it snows, ain't it thrilling, when you’re high on junk you

first get a rush Though your nose gets a chilling when you
snort it through you like totally chill out. Everything in life is
perfect, every problem is solved, happy happy joy joy. “We'll
frolic and play, the Eskimo way” we will be euphoric and we’ll
play as we did in QUINN THE ESKIMO “When Quinn the
Eskimo get’s here everybody gonna want a dose or wanna
doze.” Walking in a winter wonderland. Walking in a
schemker’s wonderland.
THE LITTLE SHEPHERD BOY
I had enough of Dylan’s “Christmas” songs. Christmas my ass.
He is singing about dope and his career. So you figure this
next one out…
Said the night wind to the little lamb,

Do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
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With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,

Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,

Do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere,

Listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
Listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light
EARLIER ATTEMPTS AND UNCOVERING SUBCONTENT

BLOWIN IN THE WIND
“How many roads” how many courses in life “must a man”

must a African-American “walk down” take such as rape,
murder, theft, the creation of dangerous public schools and
generations of single welfare mothers “Before you call him a
man?” before the Whites realize that the African-American is a
genetically inferior being who can never amount to anything
more than a male servant, a subordinate, “man” as in ‘Man
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Friday’ which is more like a “boy” (un-less “man” had two

meanings the first two lines of Blowin’ In The Wind are
redundant).
“Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail” how long will
it take before White supremacist apartheid (who ever heard of
a black dove?) that brought racial peace and stability to South
Africa, sails effortlessly across the ocean to America “Before
she sleeps in the sand?” and becomes a part of America
history? Notice how the word “white” is larger than the rest of
the lettering in the poem. “Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the
cannonballs fly” how many times must the African-Americans
become suddenly enraged, commit gun crimes ‘fly off the
handle’ “Before they’re forever banned?” before they are
treated in the same way as South Africa treats its African-
Americans? Under the former system of apartheid, “banned”
meant to deprive a person suspected of illegal activity of the
right of free movement and association with others “The
answer” the answer to the ‘Negro question’ in America “my
friend, is blowin’” is spreading “in the wind” in something that
destroys “wind” as in ‘The winds of war.’ On another level the
answer is to treat African-Americans as they did in the Old
South, the answer is in White vigilantism, lynch ‘em and let
‘em blow (cause to move by means of a current of air) in the
wind! Billie Holliday, Strange Fruit, “Southern trees bear a
strange fruit / Blood on the leaves and blood at the root / Black
bodies swinging in the southern breeze / Strange fruit hanging
from the poplar trees.”
“Roads” as ways and courses of action; Playboys and

Playgirls, “Your insane” your immoderate and wild “tongues”
language, rhetoric, “of war talk ain’t a-gonna guide my road”
Song to Woody, 1962 “I’m walking a road other men have
gone down” I am trying to master a path in life of that of a
folksinger as so many others have in the past. Also “roads” as
John Cecil Rhodes a mining magnate and politician in South
Africa and a violent and brutal racist who used forced labor
tactics as a means of founding De Beers Diamonds.
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“Walk” as live; Ballad of Donald White, “But the jails they were
too crowded, / Institutions overflowed / So they turned me
loose to walk upon / Life’s hurried tangled road.” All Over You
1962, “You made me to a walkin’ wreck” a living wreck.
“Sleep” as co-exist with, be comfortable with; You’re No Good

1962, “You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion’s den” Let
Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under the Ground
1962, “Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy
leaves” let me co-exist in America with great books of poems
such as Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman “Let me walk down
the highway with my brother in peace.” Tomorrow is a Long
Time 1962, “only if she was lying by me I would lie in my bed
once again.” Eleven Outlined Epitaphs 1964, “an’ I’m still on
that road, Jim / I’m still sleepin’ at night by its side.”
“Sand” as history; Chronicles, “Ray Gooch wasn’t like that; He

wasn’t somebody who would leave any footprints on the sands
of time, but there was something special about him.” To the
Left in Tears of Rage 1968, “We pointed out the way to go” we
told you that you should move in the direction of the Right
“And scratched your name in sand” and tried to cancel any
major role you will play in history “But you just thought it was
nothing more than a place” but you just thought it was nothing
more than a suitable setting and occasion “for you to stand”
for you to stand the test of time, to endure and to take a stand
on certain key issues.
“Cannonball” as a “crazy African-American” I’m In The Mood

For You 1962, “Sometimes I’m in the mood, I’m gonna sleep
in my pony’s stall” sometimes I am content to be continually
drunk in a bar, “stall” booth, cubicle, or stand used by a vendor
“Sometimes I’m in the mood, I ain’t gonna do nothin’ at all”
sometimes I want to be shiftless like an urban Negro on
welfare “Sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna fly like a
cannonball” sometimes I want to fly off the handle and commit
a violent gun crime like the African-Americans do. The Weight
1967, “Catch a cannonball now” find a Black heroin dealer,
catch a African-American by the toe “t’take me down the line”
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so I can lay out a few lines of smack to snort “My bag” of dope
“is sinkin’ low and I do believe it’s time.” Mary and the Soldier
1993, “Perhaps in battle I might fall / From a shot from an
angry cannonball.”
“Pony” as intoxicant, glass for beer and liquor; Poem to

Woody 1961, “And tomorrow’s mornin’ seems so far away /
And you feel the reins” restraint and control “from yer pony are
slippin’” New Pony 1978, “I had a pony, her name was
Lucifer.”
“Blow” to move along or be carried by or as if by the wind: It’s

in the wind, it’s spreading rapidly; Poem to Woody 1961, “You
need a cyclone wind” you need a destructive force “on a
steam engine howler” that will drown out others songs, howl
down a performer “that’s been banging” slang: causing a
sense of excitement; a thrill “and booming” and suddenly
increasing, as in popularity “and blowing forever” and
spreading forever. Worried Blues 1962, “I’m going where the
chilly winds don’t blow.” Go Away You Bomb 1962, “I want it
blowin’ from every pore” Brownsville Girl 1986 “And you know
it blows right through me like a ball and chain.”
“Wind” something that disrupts or destroys; Eleven Outlined

Epitaphs 1963, “with its old stone courthouse decayin’ in the
wind” Eleven Outlined Epitaphs: “south Hibbing is where
everybody came t’ start their town again. but the winds of the
north came followin’ an’ grew fiercer” Dignity 1994, “Chilly
wind sharp as a razor blade” Cold Irons Bound 1997, “The
winds of Chicago have torn me to shreds” Note: when Dylan’s
fans, or “friends” heard the word “wind” in Blowin In The Wind
it was defined as a tendency; a trend: the winds of change.
How many years can a mountain exist

Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
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“How many years can a mountain exist” how much longer can
the mountainous problem of the Negro be allowed to exist
“Before it’s washed” before the true nature of the problem will
wash, will be made believable, obvious “to the sea?” to
America. Also how many years will the problem of the Negro
plague America before they are herded on to a boat and
forced to make the long voyage across the sea to Africa where
they can join their fellow savages! George Lincoln Rockwell
offered free passage back to Africa for Blacks and made up
mock one-way steamship tickets to this effect “Yes, ‘n’ how
many years can some people exist” how many years will
America allow poor Blacks to live at a minimal level; subsist
“Before they’re allowed to be free?” before the are allowed to
receive free money, an allowance, through the welfare system
“Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn” how many times
can a man change “his head” his leader, the United States
President “Pretending he just doesn’t see?” fooling himself
into believing that this is not the truth about Blacks and
electing a liberal Democrat or middle of the road Republican
President rather than a Dixiecrat or a Goldwaterite
Republican; Also “pretend” as one who sets forth a claim to a
throne. In the original lyrics this last line was “act like his eyes
just don’t see.”
“Mountains” as problems: someone who can move mountains

can solve a difficult problem. Beyond Here Lies Nothin’ 2009,
“Beyond here lies nothin’ / But the mountains of the past.” In
Changin of the Guard 1978 Dylan wrote this to the Communist
Party, “I’ve moved your mountains” I’ve helped you with your
problems like gaining acceptance to the American people “and
marked your cards” and I almost became a card-carrying
Communist.
“Sea” as America; God Bless America, “from sea to shining

sea” In the Summertime 1981, “By that soft and shining sea”
When The Ship Comes In 1963, “And the chains of the sea
would have busted in the night” and the present restraints
preventing the American working class from getting it’s just
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due would be thrown off “and be buried on the bottom of the

ocean” and will never return after the Communist revolution.
Emmett Till 1962 “While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a
Jim Crow southern sea” while Emmett is a corpse because of
the intense anger and rage of a segregated South in the
United States. Emmitt Till came to Mississippi from Chicago
only to be mutilated and murdered for ogling a White woman.
Dylan expressed his beliefs about welfare in Chronicles by

quoting the Nazi David Duke: “The ex-Klansman David Duke
from Metairie in Jefferson Parish had been elected to the
Louisiana State House of Representatives and he was being
interviewed. He said that welfare wasn’t working and that
workfare would be better; make people on welfare work for the
community instead of getting a free ride. He also wanted to
put prisoners from state pens on work programs. Didn’t want
them getting a free ride, either. I hadn’t seen Duke before; he
looked like a movie star.”
How many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
“How many times must a man look up” how many times must
the Whiteman become better, improve himself, advance;
‘things are looking up.’ “Before he can see the sky?” before he
can see he is the best of the various races “sky” as the highest
level and degree; ‘reaching for the sky’ or ‘The sky’s the limit’
“Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have?” and how much
sympathy, as in ‘lend a sympathetic ear’ must the White Man
have “Before he can hear people cry?” before he can hear that
his own people are suffering as a result of integration “Yes, ‘n’
how many deaths will it take till he knows” yes and how many
Black on White homicides will it take until he learns “That too
many people have died?” that too many White people, not a
bunch of nappy-headed Black criminals, have been murdered.
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“Sky” as the highest level and degree; ‘Trails of Trouble 1962,

“I walked down by the river” I went to an area of great
abundance, the folk music scene “I turned my head up high” I
thought on a higher level than the one I was on “I saw that
silver linin’” an articulate interior covering of my thoughts
“Silver” eloquent; persuasive: ‘a silver voice’ “That was hangin’
in the sky” that was hanging like a fine painting and would
elevate me to much higher level and degree.
“River” as an abundant stream or flow; To Dave Glover 1962,

“They damned up the clear runnin river of ‘Love thy neighbor’
said by Jesus Christ.” Where Teardrops Fall 1989, “By rivers
of blindness” God Knows 1990, “God knows there’s a river”
god knows there was abundance of wealth in Palestine “God
knows how to make a flow” God knows how to make it abound
and teem “God knows you ain’t gonna be taking nothing with
you when you go” God knows that when you are driven out of
your homeland by the Zionist Jews all you wealth will be lost.
Dylan expressed his views on Black on White crime in

Chronicles, “He [Frank Sinatra Jr.] talked about the Civil
Rights Movement, said his father had been active in civil rights
and had always fought for the underdog that his father felt like
he was one himself. Frank Jr. seemed pretty smart, nothing
faked or put-on or ritzy about him. There was a legitimacy
about what he did, and he knew who he was. The
conversation rolled along. ‘How do you think it would make
you feel,’ he said, ‘to find out that the underdog had turned out
to be a son of a bitch?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘probably not so
good.’”
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ENCYCLOPEDIA

ADAM RAISED A CAIN***HEAR “ALAN WHERE IS THE

SPRINGSTEEN: YOUR OWN WORST ENEMY HAS COME

SHACKLED AND DRAWN: DYLAN AND AIDS***

MY OKLAHOMA FARM IT BLOWED AWAY

DEVILS AND DUST***

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN: DEVILS AND DUST

DON MCLEAN AMERICAN PIE THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED:

PAUL SIMON’S YOU CAN CALL ME AL 1986

PAUL SIMON ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE

CREDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON ME AND BOBBY MCGEE: 1968

BOB DYLAN HATES HIMSELF AND HATES JEWS

BOB DYLAN, A JEW, BLAMES THE JEWS FOR THE SLAVE

BOB ZIMMERMAN HATES ISRAEL, HATES HIMSELF

HANDY DANDY 1990

GOD KNOWS 1990

THE CAT’S IN THE WELL 1990

10,000 MEN 1990

MAN GAVE NAMES TO ALL THE ANIMALS 1997

LONESOME DAY BLUES 2001

THE LEVEE'S GONNA BREAK

ELEVEN OUTLINED EPITAPHS 1964

SOME OTHER KINDS OF SONGS 1964

THE DEVIL AND BOB DYLAN

THE DYLAN WEBERMAN HACKED PHONE

THE RACIST SONGS

DYLAN AND THE DRAFT

ONCE HE WAS A FOLK ROCKER

JOANIE AND THE PHONY

DYLAN AND THE MEDIA

THE DYLAN WOMEN

SPRINGSTEEN AND AL or SAL

Another artist who was intrigued by this myth was Bruce

The Rangers had a homecoming

And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine

Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo

The midnight gang's assembled

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage

Beneath the city, two hearts beat

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz

A coming to or returning home.

in Harlem late last night

In Manhattan late last night Peter Stuyvesant established the

And the Magic Rat

Dylan. In Froggy Went A Courtin Springsteen makes

Well Uncle Rat he gave his consent, uh-huh

Drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line

His guitar –Springsteen reference “And my machine, she's a

Barefoot girl sitting on the hood

but evaded being pinned as this

To take in eagerly through the senses

One of Dylan’s symbols for heroin as in “I’ve already had two

The soft machine book about junk by my late friend Bill

During the war in Nam rain as in hard rain gonna fall

The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants

Rolls up, as in roll up an operation and pants as in desire,

Together they take a stab

A strong, sometimes short- lived attachment, fascination, or

and disappear down Flamingo Lane