Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Terrific Tuesday - Subterranean Homesick Blues

Dig yourself is absolutely right! 

Growing up around my home gave my brother and I one heck of a musical knowledge base, but not in a learning to play or write music kind of way.  It was more an immersing experience.  We listened to the greats, the goods, the not so goods and everything in between.

Our folks loved music!  A fact I am still grateful for today even though I boggles Darling Diva's mind that I just can not and will not pick one favorite song...  I mean how could I pick? 

DD is starting to learn why I can't pick, though.  I turned the question around on her the other day and she said "Oh I like song A, but I like song B, too."  The light flickered behind her eyes in that music loving center of our brains...yeah, she's starting to get it.  I just love watching the love of music grow in her.  ~smile~

Here though is a Bob Dylan song that I've always been partial too.

Enjoy!  and have a Terrific Tuesday

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny’s in the basement

Mixing up the medicine

I’m on the pavement

Thinking about the government

The man in the trench coat

Badge out, laid off

Says he’s got a bad cough

Wants to get it paid off

Look out kid

It’s somethin’ you did

God knows when

But you’re doin’ it again

You better duck down the alley way

Lookin’ for a new friend

The man in the coon-skin cap

By the big pen

Wants eleven dollar bills

You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot

Face full of black soot

Talkin’ that the heat put

Plants in the bed but

The phone’s tapped anyway

Maggie says that many say

They must bust in early May

Orders from the D.A.

Look out kid

Don’t matter what you did

Walk on your tiptoes

Don’t try “No-Doz”

Better stay away from those

That carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose

Watch the plain clothes

You don’t need a weatherman

To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well

Hang around a ink well

Ring bell, hard to tell

If anything is goin’ to sell

Try hard, get barred

Get back, write braille

Get jailed, jump bail

Join the army, if you fail

Look out kid

You’re gonna get hit

But users, cheaters

Six-time losers

Hang around the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool

Lookin’ for a new fool

Don’t follow leaders

Watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, keep warm

Short pants, romance, learn to dance

Get dressed, get blessed

Try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts

Don’t steal, don’t lift

Twenty years of schoolin’

And they put you on the day shift

Look out kid

They keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole

Light yourself a candle

Don’t wear sandals

Try to avoid the scandals

Don’t wanna be a bum

You better chew gum

The pump don’t work

’Cause the vandals took the handles

Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music


  1. O lawdy, what a perfect song for these times... Ole Dylan knew the score way before many of us figured it out. That's one of my fave songs of his before I knew what all he was talking about.

    Growing up, I wasn't music-immersed the way you were, but my parents were no slouches either. We always had a variety of music to enjoy, experience, and learn about.

    Yeah, who could pick ONE favorite song? Certainly not moi.

  2. It is a perfect song from the times, Savanna. And Dylan was definitely using his intuition in a big way!

    Sounds like you were blessed with a musical household, as well. :)

    Nope, no way to pick just one. ~wink~