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::Subterranean Homesick Blues – Bob Dylan:: and ::Golden – My Morning Jacket::


I like finding one creative idea that influences another.  Such a discovery, for me, is on par with stumbling upon a minor truth.  To illustrate, watch Bob Dylan’s video for Subterranean Homesick Blues.  And yes, Allen Ginsberg and Bob Neuwirth do make a cameo:

Now watch Marshall Rimmer’s music video for My Morning Jacket’s Golden:

Subterranean Homesick Blues – Bob Dylan

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
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

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 D. A.
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
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
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

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
Look out kid
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

Golden – My Morning Jacket

Watchin’ a stretch of road, miles of light explode.
Driftin’ off a thing I’d never done before
watchin’ a crowd roll in.
Out go the lights it begins, a feelin’ in my bones I never felt before…
mmm… people always told me, that bars are dark and lonely
and talk is often cheap and filled with air. Sure sometimes they thrill me
but nothin’ could ever chill me.
Like the way they make the time just disappear
feelin’ you are here again.
Hot on my skin again.
Feelin good a thing I’d never known before
what does it mean to feel? millions of dreams come real
a feelin’ in my soul I’d never felt before… mmm…
and you always told me.
No matter how long it holds me if it falls apart
or makes us millonaires.
You’ll be right here forever.
We’ll go thru this thing together
and on heaven’s golden shore we’ll lay our heads

January 3, 2009 1:14 pm

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