He has a younger brother, David. In his early years he listened to the radio—first to blues and country stations from Shreveport, Louisianaand later, when he was a teenager, to rock and roll.
So said Dylan of this song, and to add to the mix he has performed and recorded many different versions: Never has the effect been more controlled or more effective — because this is what the song is; the story of a collapsing glissando. The way that Dylan conveys yesterday, today and tomorrow in the music is through the rotating two chords that open each verse and return and return and return.
Time is endlessly rotating. In musical terms we have the tonic I alternating with a chord of the flattened 7th but with the tonic still in place. Lyrics and music in total unity, while time is out of joint — a superb concept.
When he hit on that rotating alternation he must have known he had what he wanted and needed to make the song flow. Of course in writing such a song some stability is needed to stop the whole piece unravelling, and here this is done with the last five lines of each verse, in which the percussion suddenly becomes much more dominant, and the chord changes become much more definite: V, VI, I, IV; a sequence which is repeated before the remarkable drawing together of everything with the flattened 7th, IV and I, bringing us back to base — here and now, before we go again into an uncertain future… or is it the past?
The song starts with a setting of the scene in which the singer looks back to the early days of the relationship, but also sets the pattern for the last five lines being more contemporary sometimes!
The singer thinks back to the family disapproval, what with the imbalance of the family fortunes, and it is suggested the woman being married, followed by the inevitable split, and the belief they would come back together.
We keep on keeping on, right from the start. The break up happens, the singer moves on to casual work, the combination of the detail and the generality of his life carrying him, and the music forwards.
But as always our memories mutate. We are never sure what actually happened, we just know the bits that our memory pushes forward, and from this we recreate our own story.
But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blue What an astounding, classic Dylan two lines: But all the while I was alone The past was close behind So simple, so powerful.
The past was close behind… it is always there, inside us, directing us, telling us what we have been and what we are. There is no real escape from the past.
Now he finds her again — or is it her? Is this really the same woman, with them each playing a new game? Just listen to the acoustic guitar in the following verse — it is so easy to miss but hits the carefully attuned audience with… Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century That acoustic guitar is almost buried, but you can hear it with those lines.
Yes we really are transformed into another place. What is so tantalising in this song is that the story is incomplete. That is what it is meant to be. In a sense this really is the Visions of Johanna approach, with a special dash of extra clarity.
We all start from a different point of view, we are all tangled up in time, we all are muddled, but we can still have our own direction, our own lives, our own story. Everyone has moved on, everyone is always moving on, everyone has a past but… the past is not fixed — it is entirely a matter of how we interpret it.
Here it is the symbol of being back on the road, trailing the different point of view, the book of poems perhaps in his back pocket, read at night under the stars… Yet we are not back, because through the song there is an extraordinary build up — just listen to the power of the last sung verse and then the harmonica solo and then jump back to the start.
If it takes you by surprise it is because of the way we have been so drawn into the atmosphere, we have become part of the adventure. And we know for sure: Below, live version closer to the original album version.
What is on the site 1: Over reviews of Dylan songs. There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages. The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.
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For the times they are a-changin’ Yes, he was right, the times were changing. I just wish that change had had less to do with rampant capitalism and religious fundamentalism and more to do with humanity, honesty and perhaps most of all, trying to be a decent sort of bloke in a world gone wrong.
Bob Dylan’s themes. The Times They Are A-Changin' Lyrics: Come gather 'round people / Wherever you roam / And admit that the waters / Around you have grown / And accept it that soon / You’ll be drenched to the bone.
"The Times They Are a-Changin'" is a song written by Bob Dylan and released as the title track of his album of the same name. Dylan wrote the song as a deliberate attempt to create an anthem of change for the time, influenced by Irish and Scottish ballads.