Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Most of the Time

I boughtBob Dylan's "Tell Tale Signs" CD a few months ago. It mostly consists of alternate versions of songs already recorded, or songs left out of recordings. This is my favorite alternate version of "Most of the Time". The version that originally came out on the album "Oh, Mercy" in the 1980's had a frantic pace and annoying drum beat that was ubequitious in that era's music. This version is stripped down and slower, probably was considered old-fashioned at the time. Yet, it vindicates the fact that good music well crafted is always current. Creativity is showcased by simplicity.

While I was in high school in the '70's a visiting poet showed us what ingenuity was. He took a classmate's typical poem about a teenage break-up and by stating the opposite of every line, created a different angle and feeling of poignant anguish. Dylan does the same with "Most of the Time", by taking an event common to every human being and giving it a twist. This song addresses what to do to move on when our hearts are still stuck in the past more than we'd like to admit. Doctor Dylan's prescription is denial and a lot of it. And we all know how well that works.





Most Of The Time

Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path,
I can read the signs,
Stay right with it,
when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.

Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up,
I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive,
I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself,
I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

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