I first published this series on the Greatest Rock Poets (term 'rock poet' first used by John Lennon to describe Woody Guthrie)in 2012 when MzTeachuh first started out. I have always contended lyrics can be the finest of poetry. Now I feel very validated.
Who's the Greatest Rock Poet? Nomination #1
Some say Bob Dylan is the greatest rock poet. My text book on Poetry, as an English Lit. major at Mount St.Mary's College, has the text of 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' as a poem worth studying; included by X. J. Kennedy, the compiler. This was back in 1969! I'll nominate Bob Dylan--incredible metaphors and poetic rhythms. Much better poetry than music, in my opinion.
Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone (ORIGINAL)
Like A Rolling Stone
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| Always the penchant for honesty. |
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
I took this poem/song as a cautionary tale and led a quiet life.
Greatest Rock Poet (#1 Nomination Again) All Along the Watchtower
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| Watchtower II, Igor Pozdnyakov |
Bob Dylan's poetry again.
All Along the Watchtower
"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
All Along The Watchtower --Jimi Hendrix
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