What Dylan Did

I'm growing to understand more the reasons why Dylan is so respected, and why I love his him so much for his songwriting. The ability to encompass pain in imagery is not easy. Dylan did that by presenting circumstances or explaining what its to feel like someone else. And the pain, as well as other emotions, he spoke about were the things we all feel more or less than we want to. I've been listning to a lot of The Drones lately, and Gareth Liddiard does that an awful lot too. From a song about a man in war writing to his old lady back home ('Jezebel') to this song, which I presume is about a man who has contracted a disease from a harlot or slut. Harlot is such a cool word.

Anyways, this bassline is great too, and its not too many people that can scream and sing at the same time. Gareth is one of them.







You see the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
The poor thing's lost her garter
Somewhere in the noise

She got eyes choking in her head
Like a stub end of cigarettes
Tall as a gallows.. gallowesque
Dress the same colour as your last sunset
Near enough to make you scared
Distant as the electric chair
The freedom in the loot's as near
As the prosecutor's proof is clear
See the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys

She got legs as long as gun barrels
And hips built like a stock
See the miller's daughter boys
The pine box blonde bitch Beelzebub
Life is teething.. teething's cruel
Dying's easy
It's a slaver standing on the
Fresh aired side of leaving
You see the miller's daughter
And she's dancing with the boys

I said Dr-Destouches
I got disease in this place
An immaculate contraction
But still a typical case
I said Dr-Destouches
I hardly got her knickers low
And they tangled her legs like spider webs
I woke in fever when the rooster crowed
See the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys



Also note the brilliant similes. Once rap came along and more popular music, and I guess mainstream poetry, similes and metaphors really lost their power, or they lost the ability to produce esoteric sense of one's emotions, for me at least.


This also brings me to another point: art just is not what it used to be. There are still some artists who produce for certain purposes, but most of them are lame, fucking douchbages who love the idea of their self. I mean, art for arts sake isn't a bad thing, per se, but at this poitn in time, its as if no one wants to be conscious of anything that is them. Everythings gotta be some fucking source of escapism. Just how fuckign awful must our lives be if we're perpetually seeking entertainment so as to forget we're alone or going to die one day or have trouble trusting people?