You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns/When they all come down and did tricks for you/You never understood that it ain’t no good/You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
Talkin’ Dylan plugging in, tellin’ folk it’s been real, winks at America turn into the ugliest prodigal son since art discovered politics, chisels 20 pages of anti-blues, wild-eyed “vomit” down to the punkest literate fuck you since Shakespeare. How does it feel? Like rock should ‘fore it knew how.
Riff by Gavin Paul
Gavin Paul is SONGLYRICS' Editor-in-Chief. Chicago-bred, New York-sculpted, his words and ideas have appeared in publications ranging from Spin and Rolling Stone to The Chicago Sun-Times and Arborist News.