DYLAN
NEWS:
see old archived news at the Articles page
>Read a review of the new Bootleg release, plus reflections on Dylan and Self Portrait from NPR.
>The Bootleg Series: Volume 10: Another
Self Portrait (1969-1971) will be released August 27, 2013!
>Dylan has parted ways with his
touring guitarist Duke Robillard, three months after he joined with the group. There has been no official announcement but
blues musician Robillard played his 27th and last show with Dylan in Nashville on June 30.
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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 rise, Went
in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.
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."
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty. There was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd
been had. When I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly, When I took up his offer I must-a been mad.
I picked
up his body and I dragged him inside, Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover. I said a quick prayer and
I felt satisfied. Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.
She was there in the meadow where the
creek used to rise. Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed, I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes. I cursed
her one time then I rode on ahead.
She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special." She said, "You look different."
I said, "Well, I guess." She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's only natural." She said, "You gonna stay." I said,
"If you want me to, yes."
Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child. What drives me to you is what drives me insane. I
still can remember the way that you smiled On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain.
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