Bob Dylan is one of the kings of songwriting imagery. Here's a couple of my personal favorites, but lyrics to all his songs are on his web site: http://www.bobdylan.com/moderntimes/lyrics/main.html
A HARD RAIN'S GONNA FALL by Bob Dylan
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
MY BACK PAGES by Bob Dylan
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Or if you prefer something more obscure, try Peter Blegvad. Many of his songs are almost like short stories set to music. The albums "King Strut" and "Just Woke Up" are worth seeking out.
GOLD by Peter Blegvad
Gold would be worthless if it didn’t require
Such heartbreak to seek it, to find it and mine it
Things remain precious as long as they’re rare
If gold could be found lying round everywhere
It’d be the lowliest of metals
Too soft for serious use
Pretty, of course, and warm to the touch
But no longer alluring when you’ve handled so much
Will you come with me through the ice and the snow?
She thought for a minute; then she said, “Let’s go”
I rode behind her, and she rode ahead
And all through that winter, I’d lose her and find her
Our rations ran out, our horses were dead
She forgot what gold was, and I had to remind her
The lowliest of metals
Too soft for serious use
Pretty, of course, and warm to the touch
But no longer alluring when you’ve handled so much
In a prospector’s shack, she lay out of her mind
As the fever raged in her, and the storm raged outside
She said, “Now we are rich!”
I told her the truth -- all the gold we had found could not crown a tooth
She said “These things I know, without being told. We are rich in each other. Now what good is gold?”
It’s the lowliest of metals
Sometimes I dream the world is reversed
I dream that accountants are rarer than poets
That things will get better, they can’t get any worse
That a rich man has nothing but dirt in his purse
And gold is the lowliest of metals
Too soft for serious use
Pretty, of course, and warm to the touch
But no longer alluring when you’ve handled so much
The lowliest of metals
The lowliest of metals
2006-09-06 10:17:44
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