For me, to understand of
And indeed not just fixed within the album – but within a position within the album. “Love Sick”, the opening track, sounds as if it is the end of everything – as if the singer can go no lower than where he is now. And yet Dylan takes us down and down until the ultimate depths of “Not Dark Yet” – the song about dying.
After which there is no way but on and on, until we enter a misty no-mans-land, a vision of what is after death. This is not heaven or hell, nor the currently popular vision of all-encompassing darkness out of which comes something appallingly awful. This is white mist, memories, flashbacks, strange characters, and confusion of what actually happened in the past, and what you might think happened, but which might well simply be an invention.
It’s a 12 bar blues – much extended but still a 12 bar blues with meandering guitars which help us meander to the various places.
From the very start we are transported from place to place, verse by verse. The opening verse is not one of those classics that begins “I dreamed that…” and carries on with dreaming I was back in the good times, that you were still alive, or whatever.
In the first verse the emotions of the singer are in the beautiful land and in the second he’s back in the daily grind. So which one is true – as the third verse shows, he has no idea, and he’s really not trying to sort it out.
Verse four is back to the vision, the emotional home, and the singer knows he can make it there, but only slowly, gradually, and the methodology of transport is not yet clear. What a transformation this is from track seven on the album where the only way forward is to enter the darkness. He has moved on, to a world that is beyond the death of Not Dark Yet.
Verse five, and he uses the methodology that everyone who is seriously into music will use – music as a method of transportation to another world. In this case he tries Neil Young – it doesn’t take him to the
By verse six it is all getting too much, everything is breaking up, nothing is connecting, nothing is wanted, no possessions, just a search for a mental liberty, until in verse seven there is that flash of revelation just at the moment of waking – that moment where there is a beautiful insight, but as consciousness comes pouring in, it is lost, and in verse eight he’s moved on again, this time to Boston – just another image, another past moment – real or imagined.
By now the images are becoming almost dream-like – as in those dreams where nothing is quite as it should be, and you have know it is a dream, but you don’t know it enough to get out. The conversation in the restaurant becomes surreal, all touch is being lost with the
The next transformation back is a sudden jump – one second in the street, next back in the Highlands, but with each of these jumps there is a further disconnection from the current world and an ever stronger link with the new imagined
He recognizes the problem in the penultimate verse:
“I got new eyes, Everything looks far away”
While the end gives us the solution
There’s a way to get there, and I’ll figure it out somehow
But I’m already there in my mind, And that’s good enough for now