by Larry Fyffe
Along with classics of literature, singer/songwriter/musician Bob Dylan draws from the deep well of country music:
For I never knew the art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by The chance that you might have loved me too (Cindy Walker: You Don't Know Me)
In his rendition beneath, the lyrics are manned-up a bit:
For I never knew the art of making love For my heart it burns for you Alone and shy, I let my chance go by The chance that you would love me too (Bob Dylan: You Don't Know Me ~ C. Walker)
Later on, the song gets souped up; flipped over in modern times:
I've been sitting down studying in the art of love I think it will fit me like a glove I want some real good woman to do just what I say Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today (Bob Dylan: Thunder On The Mountain
The romantic feeling of old turns cold:
Don’t talk to me about men
Just fill up my glass again I want to forget every man that I met And the trouble that they've got me in Don't mention love to me I know the game from A to Zee I'll carry the torch until there's just a scorch In the place where my heart ought to be (Cindy Walker: Don't Talk To Me About Men)
Echoed in the cynical lyrics below:
When a man he serves the Lord It makes his life worthwhile It don't matter 'bout his position Don't matter 'bout his lifestyle Talk about perfection I ain't never seen none And there ain't no man that's righteous No not one (Bob Dylan: Ain't No Man Righteous, No Not One)
That’s just the way reality is; not the way it’s transcendentally depicted to be:
Across the way they call me And I'm lonesome, and so blue For the blue Canadian Rockies And the one I love so true (Cindy Walker: The Blue Canadian Rockies)
Time marches on; it’s time to get real.
Sentimentalism be damned.
So says the narrator in the following song lyrics
And the sun is coming up over the Rockies Now I know she ain't you, but she's here And she's got that dark rhythm in her soul But I'm too far over the edge And I ain't in the mood anymore To remember the times when I was your only man (Bob Dylan: Brownsville Girl ~ Dylan/Shepard)
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