By Dan Moldea Late one night in JanuaryI got a call informing me that a close friend, researcher Greg Stone, had committed suicide.
The order is rapidly fadin' And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
And yet it is clearly the Christian apocalypse, with its conventional raising of the meek and toppling of the mighty, that Dylan is suggesting.
Augustine" the blessed saint himself comes down to earth to offer man life after destruction. In four other songs Dylan's vision of the all-arighting apocalypse is directly expressed. In "Chimes of Freedom" Dylan pictures an exhilarating scene: Thru the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clanging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only the bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Struck A realization of the circumstances of the murder of bob sounds before the sun, I knew the night had gone, The morning breeze like a bugle blew Against the drums of dawn.
The ocean wild like an organ played The seaweed's wove its strands, The crashin waves like cymbals clashed Against the rocks and sands.
I stood unwound beneath the skies And clouds unbound by laws, The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang And asked for no applause. In "The Gates of Eden" Dylan develops a clear dichotomy between what is possible on earth and what is possible in eternity. Meaningless noise, ownership, kingship, time, metaphysics, lawcourts, science, the dream of an earthly paradise - all, Dylan tells us, can exist only outside the gates of Eden.
And some day, after the hard rain has fallen, perhaps - Dylan leaves the entire physical circumstances of our society's cataclysmic destruction intentionally vague-after the hard radioactive rain following an atomic war, when indeed all is over for baby blue and everyone else, these gates of Eden will open, and the hour will have come, "the hour when the ship comes in.
O the sea will split And the ship will hit And the shoreline sands will be shaking Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound And the morning will be breaking. The total published number to this date is twenty songs - a number superficially disproportionate to the notice they have received in the various magazines of the record trade.
When we examine these songs, we find that unlike Dylan's they are for the most part love songs. But once again we find that they are raised to considerable significance and poetic integrity by the unique and intelligent vision which informs them.
Cohen, however, gives little thought to any impending apocalypse. His songs present a threatening, devouring world and men desperate to delay their doom.
All of his songs contain some implicit social criticism, although only two, "The Old Revolution" and "Stories of the Street," have an overt social commentary.
The most nearly political of his songs is "Stories of the Street," which begins: The stories of the street are mine The Spanish voices laugh The cadillacs go creeping down Through the night and the poison gas I lean from my window sill In this old hotel I chose.
Yes, one hand on my suicide And one hand on the rose. Cohen's vision here is of a society in imminent collapse because of the greed and lust of its members. I know you've heard it's over now And war must surely come, The cities they are broke in half And the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time O children of the dust, All these hunters who are shrieking now Do they speak for us? And where do all these highways go Now that we are free? Why are the armies marching still That were coming home to me?
O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel You are locked into your suffering And your pleasures are the seal. The age of lust is giving birth And both the parents ask the nurse On both sides of the glass Now the infant with his cord Is hauled in like a kite And one eye filled with blueprints One eye filled with night.
Like Dylan, Cohen would escape a world unfeelingly ordered by highway and blueprint, but this escape for him must be in the here and now. And, if he cannot feel at home in his earthly refuge-here a communalistic existence with other inhabitants of the natural world-then he will have to accept, even though innocent, the fate of his corrupt society.
O come with me my little one And we will find that farm And grow us grass and apples there And keep the animals warm And if by chance I wake at night And I ask you who I am O take me to the slaughter house I will wait there with the lamb. Man often lives in Cohen's world like Isaac upon his father's altar.
There is only one place for a man to be-where he is-and, if here corruption and death are inevitable, man must accept these as parts of his humanity.
In his love songs Cohen is, like Dylan, consistently concerned with values rather than with the incessant "I want you, I need you, I love you" theme of the average popular songwriter.
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