I'll see if I can find my full 'results' but I might have chucked the paper away. Cos it was a daft, obsessive, typically me sort of thing to do.
Would love to see that nige.
Dylan's a man I can't shake off. There are periods when I hardly play him at all, but once I do it becomes almost impossible to play anyone else for months on end. Everything else sounds like garbage frankly. And garbage that I love too.
Is he poet? Nah, don't think so. Isolate the words, as great as they are, and the power of the Dylan experience is diminished. Having said that, there are a couple of songs which can stand alone with the very best poems of the last 100 years. I like Larkin. But I'd happily put this little beauty alongside the misanthrope from Hull in any 20th century poetry anthology.
It's '4th Time Around' from Blonde on Blonde. And it's genius:
When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."
I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her "how come?".
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .
Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words are not clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine