Friday, 14 October 2016

Bob Again

I Want You

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask for me
Open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.

Now 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.

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
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
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 ?
But I did though because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I ..
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.

I was super chuffed to hear that Bob Dylan had won the Nobel Prize for literature yesterday.  Here's the lyrics from one of my favourite songs of his.  How can that not be classed as poetry?  It's wonderful that my preference for having verse set to music has been validated.  Maybe young Leonard can be the next recipient? 

 Anyway, here's the song itself, an ideal soundtrack to a film montage made up of clips of loads of random people snogging!


  1. We have a similar taste in music methinks! At least when we were younger…..almost my first LP was Dylan, and I have most of Leonards output over the years.

  2. Great poet-great musician. I want to scream at the radio sometimes at the dribble that passes for song.

  3. I am of the same opinion as Tom Stephenson, I am afraid. Can't stand the chap.

  4. Thought Sam and Frances might like this post. And I knew Bob wouldn't be flavour of the month for everyone. Mr Anonymous from Guyana who sits behind me at work likes disco for goodness sake. Sorry Toffeeapple! xx

  5. Like you I was thrilled to hear that Mr Dylan won the prize. His lyrics are pure poetry. Mr Cohen next year and I will be a happy woman.

    1. Me too! I'm sure that there are others though that wouldn't share our delight. Isn't it lovely that we're all so different? xx