By Ken Kaplan
Tombstone Blues, because of its wild surrealism, feels incomprehensible to many people, filled with what are thought to be random, stream of consciousness images. I would like to suggest it is not. Rather it is consistent with the major theme of its album “Highway 61 Revisited” (to me Dylan’s greatest work) which is an all out assault on the depravity of American culture in the mid 1960’s. Tombstone Blues is the one song (in my opinion) Dylan wrote that explicitly dealt with the Vietnam war. In April of 1965, Johnson began a massive troop buildup there and the album was released in very late August, 5 months later.
Sometimes I think people get too “micro” with Dylan. “Who is that person supposed to be? What event is that referring to?” Often this is helpful (as with the “selling postcards of the hanging” which was a real event in Minnesota on June 15, 1920.)
But for me part of Dylan’s greatness, especially in this seminal mid 60’s three “Mt. Everest” albums (“Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited, Blonde on Blonde”) is the fusion of the music with the lyrics to create the experience, emotional, mental and spiritual. Thus “Tombstone Blues” in lyrical and musical pace and intensity is like a runaway train. It careens and bounces all over the place at breakneck speed. This mirrors what Dylan portrays as an escalating insanity, a society (and war) spinning out of control. It is part of what gives the song its immense power.
"City fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous"
"The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits"
"A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits At the head of the Chamber of Commerce"
Wigs are not bald and Dylan sneers that the worst criminals and murderers imaginable have succeeded in attaining the highest seats of power. Which was true and was a theme Dylan had explored since the great “Masters of War” and other songs.
"Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for food
I’m in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made" Sends for the doctor, who pulls down the shade
Say my advice is to not let the boys in
Now, the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger, and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You won't die, it's not poison"
"John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please, make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
"The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle"
"Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle"
"The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown"
"At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
"Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after."
"Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college"
"Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked' "Money doesn't talk it swears."
'Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your **useless and pointless knowledge**
"Oh, the rovin' gambler, he was very bored Tryin' to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell on the floor He said, "I never did engage in this kind of thing before, but Yes, I think it can be very easily done We need to put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61"
A country that would find a way to profit from a nuclear holocaust.
There are those for reasons unknown who consider the surrealistic lyrics quite meaningless and unrelated to reality. Au contraire, ie, the Tricoteuses supported the Reign of Terror wrought by the revolutionaries against the royalists in France. They knitted along side the guillotines as the heads rolled and the blood flowed. In Dickens, Madame Defarge.