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Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like ice, like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love, she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Banker's nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
And the night blows rainy
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
Quick, turn up the volume, it Bob Z and he's singing, actually singing.
and I can understand what he is singing.
Necessary but not sufficient was my ex-wife's complaint.
thats pretty good
Hmmm...didn't make me PSD...best I can say...
I did.
you see...hes saying failure is a necessary but not a sufficent condition for success.
its like doing proofs for quasi concavity of curves...determining the necessary and sufficient conditions.
Necessary but not sufficient was my ex-wife's complaint.
its like doing proofs for quasi concavity of curves...determining the necessary and sufficient conditions.
I'm amused by the rancor. Fact is, this is a Dylan song that most of us have never heard, from one of his most obscure albums. Yes, as my mother says, "his lyrics don't scan." He crams as many (often nonsensical) lyrics into a phrase as he can, but, like the earnest photographer, in the midst of all of that stuff, comes a few gems. Bob rules! Chuck
Building a bit on Chuck's comment (tangentially): For those who don't know* but who are interested, "scan" in this sense is a term used to describe and analyze poetry. Does the meter work? Are the accented and unaccented syllables in rhythm?
* The term confused the hell out of me (and my highly educated parents) when a teacher wrote "doesn't scan" on one of my high school poetry assignments years ago.
"She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all"
those lyrics are doing a proof for necessary and sufficient conditions.
its freaking cool.
thats why he gets a nobel prize, but not in mathematics
and he's 80
thats what rnr will do for you
Nobel prize
I've listened to this song a million times, but this was one of those lovely occasions when, hearing something in an unexpected context, you hear it with new ears; and hearing this tonight made me both smile widely and want to weep.
What a gorgeous performance and lyric.
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
It's beautiful imagery... Joan Baez?
Hendrix pondered this exact question when listening to Dylan!
C"mon man.
The answer is blowing in the wind.
I've listened to this song a million times, but this was one of those lovely occasions when, hearing something in an unexpected context, you hear it with new ears; and hearing this tonight made me both smile widely and want to weep.
What a gorgeous performance and lyric.
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
WTF?!!
"She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all"
Cool.
Yea that is my favorite line from this song too. You know you are an excellent songwriter if you actually remember the words for the clever lyrics not just singing along.
"She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all"
Cool.
It's a good start, but I'm sure Bill can increase it. ; )
Hear! Hear! More Bob.
It's a good start, but I'm sure Bill can increase it. ; )
Wow! Nice start to a show. Do you remember when & where it was?
Oops, just saw that another commenter had the same idea...
And failure is no success at all.
FYI: Dylan is a mathematician as he is stating necessary and sufficient conditions that can also be applied to doing proofs on number sets associated with partial deriviatives and bordered Hessian matrices.
Coooool.
For a lot of fans, that was a huge sell-out at the Newport Folk Festival in July '65. There's a myth that Pete Seeger was enraged by Dylan going electric but Seeger said in at least one interview that he was only pissed that the sound was so bad during Bob's performance. He had no problem with Dylan's choice and noted that Howlin' Wolf did the same thing the day before Dylan.
The whole ancient issue looks pretty pointless and silly these days.
Of course it's debatable, just like all opinions.
Judas!
btw, how long did it take him to learn to write a bridge?
More importantly why do songs need to fit a formula? Screw the bridge - if he don't want one he don't have to have one.
marvelous... love it...
Tru Dat
btw, how long did it take him to learn to write a bridge?
The Limit Does Not Exist.
The Limit Does Not Exist!!
Mean Girls.....
Excellent choice.
marvelous... love it...
Although I agree...
That constantly use description is wearing me out!
Everybody in my church loves this song...
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
There is no success like failure and failure is no success at all...
Wow...think of the necessary and sufficient conditions underlying this cool freakin lyric.
That's whay Bob is a the BEST!
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
romeotuma wrote:
This song is good for the heart...
+1
Couldn't disagree more!!!
Couldn't agree more!
Joan Baez in a live performance in Austin
(1990's) singing Bob Dylan's "Love Is Just A Four Letter Word"
"Dylan wrote this song, but I don't think he ever recorded it. She did a great job making it her own though." larkinoshea
Chumbawamba-1984 wrote:
WARNING: Avoid driving or conducting heavy machinery after taking a slice of Dylan or your allergy pill.
As far as I remember hearing Dylan always caused me some sympathy for his guitar that happen to play the same tune for the past 30+ years to sustain Donald Duck's voice and his infantile lyrics.
Sorry, I simply don't get it.
This song is good for the ears...
Although I agree...
That constantly use description is wearing me out!
an apt description for this song's rating
7.6 / 10? Time to brush up on your math skills there, funny guy.
an apt description for this song's rating
I suppose to someone who knows nothing about music it might sound that way. Their loss.
She knows too much to argue or to judge. Valentines can't buy her. She's true like ice, like fire. Great stuff.
And The Replacements were pretty good, too!
40 years later I know too much to argue or judge...