Donovan or Dylan?
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Donovan. The thread pretty much sums it up -- Dylan is "great" but Donovan is actually more fun to listen to. And that breakdown of "Don't Look Now" is spot on.
Dylan has pulled so much crass shit in his career I'm amazed people still think he's some sort of God. I saw him in concert a couple of years ago -- free ticket -- it was the most phoned in, halfassed bullshit I've ever heard. Yes he was great once upon a time but that was long ago.
Energy flows WEST, motherfuckers!
Dylan has pulled so much crass shit in his career I'm amazed people still think he's some sort of God. I saw him in concert a couple of years ago -- free ticket -- it was the most phoned in, halfassed bullshit I've ever heard. Yes he was great once upon a time but that was long ago.
Energy flows WEST, motherfuckers!
Yeah but at least Dylan has had a career that actually managed to maintain some kind of relevance, even if today he phones in 90% of his shit. What has Donovan cultivated that even approaches to Dylan's career from 1972-82(some of Dylan's lamest moments, but still more memorable than what Donovan was doing at the same time).
Maybe Donovan started out as a sort of Dylan biter? On the Pennebaker movie (circa 1966) Dylan is dissing Donovan for his Hickory era records. He had not heard what would end up Donovan's most important records: Sunshine Superman through Barabajabal. Plus Dylan just liked to talk shit (see outtakes, esp. him tripping in the back of the cab with Lennon). And it was the UK press that had been pushing Donovan as "Britain's answer to Bob Dylan." Not Donovan. Of course, after this film was made, Dylan would record a string of LPs that would not only put Donovan's (future) output to shame, but also anyone elses's, for that matter.
The comparison is stupid.
I don't know shit about music.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
The comparison is stupid.
I don't know shit about music.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
I remember when I watched Don't Look Back that Dylan was a total asshole, I'm starting to think thats why you and Jawny Paychump like Dylan, cuz you can relate?
Damn, you still talking about me? I can send you a glossy if it would help your fantasies.
I remember when I watched Don't Look Back that Dylan was a total asshole, I'm starting to think thats why you and Jawny Paychump like Dylan, cuz you can relate?
Damn, you still talking about me? I can send you a glossy if it would help your fantasies.
yes please...you know the address.
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