‘Hey! Mr Tambourine Man …

… come play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.’ But no, go into town and wow the crowds busking. You’ve got the drum kit, I’ll bring the tambourine. There’ll be record label guys there. We’ll sign a contract – the sky’s the limit!!!! Hey! Hey! Hey! Let’s greet this jingle jangle morning and rock the place. Money no object, my friend. Money no object! I’ll take my bank manager out for dinner and tell him about the record contract. Let the good times roll, man! Only kiddin’ pal, only kiddin’! What ya looking so nervous about? Gimme a drum roll – you can fucking raise Charlie Watts from his grave, man with those sticks in your hands. We could be the new Rolling Stones. We are going places – big time! Hey! Whaddaya mean, you fuckwit!!! I can do this all by my merry self. Regrets – you’ll have a few. See ya on the dark side of the moon, pal!

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Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship. My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip. My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’. I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it! This is crazee shit! I’ve gotta get this down on paper – we’ve got Xanadu right here right now and nobody’s listening! What fate awaits you folks! You can’t even see it comin’. Hurricaine Katrina’s gonna mess up your hair real good. Tee! Hee! No one knows me yet, but I will reveal my True Self to you when the gospel moment is right – write there on the page, flowing parchment for my shoes, sandals, even. You heard it first here on Mount Gilboa, east of eden and far, far away my ribbon – tousled fairies – ha! Ha! Yes, I will find that ragged clown, with all her glorious orgasms spitting fire in her loins. We are One and the Same to you and all this frosty universe of diverse selves that haunt the alleys and brochures of my wildest imaginings – you’ll see. I’ll take the whole damned regiment far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. We’ll ride together, shoot rhymes and needles together with Flower Power. We will be Taliban for you, Marilyn.

Note: This what mania sounds and feels like. Now will you just let me forget about today until tomorrow?

 

Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.

 

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

 

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip

My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels

To be wanderin’

I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it.

 

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

 

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’ swingin’ madly across the sun

It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’

And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme

To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind

I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re

Seein’ that he’s chasing.

 

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

 

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

 

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Bob Dylan (1941 – )

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