Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day Music

"Shelter from the Storm"
Bob Dylan, Blood on the Tracks album:


I was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood,
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud.
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured,
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word.
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who're fighting to be warm,
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved.
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Now there's a wall between us, something there's been lost.
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails, and the preacher rides a mount.
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts.
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

I've heard newborn babies wailing like a mourning dove.
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes.
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Well, I'm living in a foreign country, but I'm bound to cross the line.
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born!
"Come in" she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

4 comments:

Annette said...

I think sometimes we all need some shelter from the storms. Storms of life, storms of just living.

Hope your computer is behaving.. I have always said there are Gremlins living in them. I blame those Gremlins for everything....They make changes, and undo what I have done. So, it is probably the Gremlins.

Fran said...

One of my favorite Dylan tunes.

I don't think of Memorial day as a "holiday", it is a day to mourn the loss of ALL those who lost lives and suffer in war. When will we ever learn?

Your post is more positive.....
those who remain need Shelter from the Storm.
How does one heal from such losses?

May we find the strength & wisdom to find that path to peace.

D.K. Raed said...

Annette
and Fran:

Thank you both for "getting it"! I broke my own rule about not posting a vid without some explanation of WHY I was posting it. But you both understood.

I do honor and lament the war dead, the way they died and what they died for. But I wanted to remember the war survivors, too. I'm very concerned about how we treat them, how we provide them shelter to help them recover. To me, shelter is both a physical place to heal and a mental place that allows healing.

There are so many storms today, not just war, that we all need a sheltering healing place to recoup and survive the onslaught.

Matt Osborne said...

Dylan gets better as I get older. But I was always intrigued by the fact that, no matter how good his songs are, they always become incredible covers. Hendrix and Watchtower being the best-known example, but you should hear Boombox do Davey Moore.