Bob Dylan Pawns His Watch (Parts XVII and XVIII)

Bob Dylan Pawns His Watch (Part XVII)

By Larry Fyffe

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Though Heracles is named after Hera, wife of Zeus, she tries to poison the baby with a couple of snakes, her husband having impregnated a mortal. The baby is so strong that he strangles the snakes with his bare hands.

Grown Heracles is inclined to fits of anger; Apollo and Artemis quarrel with him while Athena sides with her semi-divine half-brother. In the end, because of his exploits, Heracles is accepted as a full-fledged member of the Olympian family.

Encoded in the following song lyrics:

You were born with a snake in both of your fists
While a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you


It becomes clear that the Olympians do not like the Christian upstarts.

Apollo depicts Christ as a Devil and a Beelzebub:

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey
A woman just gave birth to a prince today
And dressed him in scarlet

It becomes obvious that Jesus gets Judas Priest on His side in a scary plot to undermine the Olympian gods:

He'll put the priest in his pocket
Put the blade to the heat
(Bob Dylan: Jokerman)

If you’ve been following the story so far, you know that the Sun-God picks up on the idea as already deciphered in other song lyrics ~ Apollo steals six or seven knives and marks a number of Christ’s Apostles with an ‘x’.

Bob Dylan is no false prophet. His songs reveal the ins and outs, the ups and downs, of the never-ending “War Between The Olympians And The Judeo Christians”~ an obvious interpretation that’s missed by so many ‘Dylanologists’.

Below, a lament by a Gothic poet at the diminished life-affirming powers of the God of the Thunder, and the God of the Sun, in today’s death-oriented Christianized  world.

The eagle a bird sacred to Zeus ~ ‘me’ rhyming with ~ ‘tree’:

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of life is over
No more - no more - no more ...
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar
(Edgar Allan Poe: To One In Paradise)

Echoed in the following song lyrics; ~ ‘these’  rhyming with ~’trees’:

Beneath the thunder-blasted trees
The words are ringing off your tongue
The ground is hard at times like these
The stars are cold, the night is young
(Bob Dylan: Tell Old Bill)


Bob Dylan Pawns His Watch (Part XVIII)

by Larry Fyffe

Cupid, the winged son of Venus, the Goddess of Love, and of Mars, the God of War, is the God of Desire; he’s armed with a bow by which is sent arrows tipped with uncontrollable-lust dust.

The struggle between the Olympians and the Christians depicted thus far continues.

In the following song, Apollo from Mount Olympus speaks through the lips of the narrator ~ spiritual love doesn’t matter; physical love is what’s important:

Cupid, bend back your bow
Let your arrow flow
Straight to my love and me
Cupid, don't matter why
Let your arrow fly
Straight to my love and me

(Bob Dylan: Cupid ~ Cooke/Dylan/Harrison)

The song quoted below contains a Christian promise of heartfelt love that will last forever:

Cupid, draw back your bow
And let your arrow go
Straight to my lover's heart for me
Cupid, please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart for me
(Sam Cooke: Cupid)

Olympian Cupid’s not so “soft-hearted”. Sent out by his jealous mother to cause her beautiful rival Psyche to fall in love with someone ugly, he pricks himself with one of his own arrows; falls madly in love with the beautiful maiden.

Secrecy is in order. Psyche abides in Cupid’s palace; he visits her at night in order to keep both Psyche and Venus in the dark.

Later on, thinking winged Cupid might be an ugly creature, Psyche turns on a lamp, and the handsome fellow flies away.

Psyche’s now burdened with guilt. However, as the story goes, matters get straightened out in the end.

Said it can be that the song lyrics beneath reveal the disguised narrator therein to be the God of Desire:

I humbled myself to her beauty
Fair maid, where do you belong
Are you heaven descended
Abiding in Cupid's fair throne
(Bob Dylan: Belle Isle ~ traditional)

When all is said and done, the trials and tribulations involved in human existence are not as black and white as orthodox Christians would have it.

The poet below endeavours to load Zeus, Apollo, Venus, Mars, Cupid, and Jesus  into one wagon:

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
(William Blake: Jerusalem)

In the following song lyrics, the carriage is not big enough to hold them all.

A couple of them have to get off:

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel
With a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night
Hit him like a freight train
(Bob Dylan: Simple Twist Of Fate)


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