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“I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’ “

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

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  • ghostsniper October 31, 2021, 5:28 PM


  • rocdoctom October 31, 2021, 6:44 PM

    One of my favorites. I’m a north country boy so I lived his early songs–Girl from the North Country, North Country Blues and Highway 61

  • Casey Klahn November 1, 2021, 3:48 AM

    I just watched No Way Home for the second or third time. Talk about an artist applying his freedom while being constantly beat around the head and shoulders to conform. It’s as if he was swimming upstream the whole time he was breaking out.

    Many became more anti-Dylan when he went into his gospel years, and yet that was the time that I truly became a fan. I’ve seen him in concert 3 times (he knows how to mix loud music in a concert space like no other performer I ever saw – it’s remarkable and possibly his pioneering and upbringing in the rock era gives him the technical knowledge, and probably throwing lots and lots of money at the task doesn’t hurt).

    In those interview bios, he was saying that his creative era was behind him, and then he went on (recently) to record a number one hit and it was, I guess, the longest one ever. It’s about Kennedy getting shot, and my cultural era after that.

    Here’s a task for any artist: write the capstone piece of a generation of culture, and while you’re at it make sure that that era is the Sixties. Go! Do that!

    The Nobel Prize is stupid, compared to Dylan.

  • Dylan Roberts November 1, 2021, 10:47 AM

    You might be interested to know that there’s now an update to this classic, Mr Vanderleun, given that theres so much to protest, nowadays Amazingly, Grandpa Bob interested so I guess its up to me

    Oh where have you been, my Red State son
    And where have you been, Deplorable one

    Ive stumbled round edges of 12 cities burning
    Ive idled and cursed at six dollar gas price
    Was tossed from the count rooms of seven states stolen
    Been jeered and been mobbed for “conspiracy notions”
    Ive dodged 10,000 stools on the streets of “The City”

    And its a Progg … its a Progg … its a Progg
    And its a PROGG
    Its a Proog’s Reign’s .. a-gonna fall ……

    Cant link with this phone, but rest of song is at “A Progg’s Reign’s a-Gonna Fall” … Amiright.com