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She wears a necktie and her Panama hat.
Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothin' like that.
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind.
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in.
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.
As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.
"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,
Carefully removes his fez,
"Am I hearin' you right?"
And as the yellow fog is liftin'
The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor.
She passes him on the spiral staircase
Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,
She starts to speak, but he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway
On Black Diamond Bay.
A soldier sits beneath the fan
Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring.
Lightning strikes, the lights blow out.
The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout,
"Can you see anything?"
Then the Greek appears on the second floor
In his bare feet with a rope around his neck,
While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,
Says, "Open up another deck."
But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,''
As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
From Black Diamond Bay.
The desk clerk heard the woman laugh
As he looked around in the aftermath and the soldier got tough.
He tried to grab the woman's hand,
Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand."
She said, "That ain't enough."
Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags
While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb.
She passed the door that the Greek had locked,
Where a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb."
She knocked upon it anyway
As the sun went down and the music did play
On Black Diamond Bay.
"I've got to talk to someone quick!"
But the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the chair to the floor.
He hung there from the chandelier.
She cried, "Help, there's danger near
Please open up the door!"
Then the volcano erupted
And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.
The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner
Thinking of forbidden love.
But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day,"
As the stars fell down and the fields burned away
On Black Diamond Bay.
As the island slowly sank
The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room.
The dealer said, "It's too late now.
You can take your money, but I don't know how
You'll spend it in the tomb."
The tiny man bit the soldier's ear
As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew,
While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,
"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup."
She sheds a tear and then begins to pray
As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
From Black Diamond Bay.
I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,
Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin' but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes.
Didn't seem like much was happenin',
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothin' anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay.
He did.
Nor for those lacking stamina
Worth a look; the concert footage is the highlight, IMO.
Come back to US and do some shows on Highway 61. maybe in Keokuk? What about Hannibal? They got cheap motels and you can get a breaded pork tenderloin.
Many of his do - they have 5, 6, 7 verses!
Live music, baby!
Only if you get all participants massively stoned.
While I don't agree with you, that's actually quite funny!
Not that I was one of the cool kids...
As described by Heylin, "Black Diamond Bay" describes the destruction of a tiny island (following the eruption of a volcano), observed from two perspectives: from a hotel on the island itself and from the narrator's point of view through a television news report. The song essentially describes what the people on the island are doing at the time - often drawing attention to the ironic futility of their actions (for example, one of the islanders is preparing to commit suicide when the volcano erupts and destroys the island). The song also describes the news-watcher's indifference to the catastrophes he hears about on Walter Cronkite's TV newscast, as the narrator goes to get another beer rather than watch the news story about the catastrophe on the island. He says "I never did plan to go anyway to Black Diamond Bay." Joseph Conrad's novel Victory was a major influence to this song, which references many of its themes. The song title, the island, the volcano, the gambling, and the Panama hat are all references to Victory. A drawing of Conrad appeared on the back of the album sleeve.
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. . . with Doc on banjo and Burt Reynolds on fiddle!
Marshall did a cover of this with Festus and Miss Kitty on background. Check it out!
Probably can count on one finger the radio stations that have ever played this fine piece of music.
"Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothin' like that."
Social networking
ME TOO!
Play it loud!
I completely agree about "Blood on the Track" and almost agree on "Desire".
The only thing that puts me off on "Desire" is the song "Joey" which I guess is supposed to make me feel sympathy for a gangster.
Yeah but Joey is one helluva great song regardless.
Besides, many criminals turned to crime because they are weak or somehow substandard.
Best not to judge too harshly judge or demonize. Look at the War on Terrorism, those fighting the glorious War on Terrorism actually kill more civilians than the terrorists, and the cycle of violence continues in the form of blow back.
Yes, it sounds like you really LOVE him... Ha!
What a fun song from a great album. Thanks for playing.
Thank you Radio Paradise!
melkhyah wrote:
need to ad an idiot button for twerps
I suppose this is a good starting point:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmylou_Harris_collaborations_A%E2%80%93F
luv4music wrote:
This makes me very happy!
The whole album does!
Another great song from Dylan.
Sorry to hear about your gastrointestinal problems.
Most of the songs on this wonderful album are lengthy story-songs, with complex characters and interesting plots...
Everybody in my mushrooming multitude of churches be dancing buck ass naked all across the world like bowlegged gypsy muleskinners... we love this song... it tweaks our nipples... love this entire story-telling album... love sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll...
In the immortal words of Joe Strummer: "F*ckin' long, innit?"
That gem from Joe becomes a little more mortal every time you repeat it, fred.
We all got that you don't get this song on your last comment. Personally I think it is sublime.
AND I understand all of the lyrics.
love love love the drumming on this album
Everybody in my church loves this song...
This is about the 1st Dylan song I've heard that I am enjoying.
In the immortal words of Joe Strummer: "F*ckin' long, innit?"
Agreed.
Another time and place,
She looks nothing like that!
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I completely agree about "Blood on the Track" and almost agree on "Desire".
The only thing that puts me off on "Desire" is the song "Joey" which I guess is supposed to make me feel sympathy for a gangster.
Street Legal is too lightly regarded also, imo
All the more reason we should cherish it.
Thanks Bill :)
Amen!
As he looked around the aftermath, the soldier got tough
He tried to grab the woman's hand
Said, "Here's a ring it cost a grand"
She said, "That ain't enough"
It's OK, I got bettah.
He was, wasn't he?
I have never enjoyed BD the way that many do - it's that weasely voice thing. But I can appreciate: his songs (usually when covered by others): his craftsmanship to scuplt songs; the fact that a poor voice makes many of his tunes so memorable; and his general and long-held 'could not give a toss' attitude to his industry. He does what he does and I like that. Not so keen on this toon though.
Where would we be without him?
Does every song have to be about something? It's a story song. Either you enjoy the story, the images and characters created by the storyteller, or you don't.
i've heard enough dylan for a lifetime. make that two lifetimes.
lol
great song & album
Drumming
Emmylou...
Effortless...
Quite. What's particularly ironic is that he himself was an iconoclast, yet is deemed by his more fanatical followers to be an icon beyond iconoclasm. I'm a big fan of his as a songwriter, but his singing voice has always hurt my ears, so I prefer to hear covers of his work. For all that, this one is tolerable, just, but does go on a bit...
ick wrote:
nope... drunken Japanese businessmen are still the founders of karaoke.
...and obviously he is not one of them!
I love the way he says "S'il vous plait" - charming, really
I do like his voice very much, but I remember the first time I was just totally lost, not to mention the fact that not being an English native speaker, I barely followed even with the lyrics.
As deepgaze wrote it
"Even the not-so-stellar voice was an innovation, before that you had to have a great voice, after Dylan, not necessarily"
Yes!
Pure GOLD!
I love the backup vocals and violin on this song, all to the steady beat of a simple snare. Fantastic.
Safe yet?
nope... drunken Japanese businessmen are still the founders of karaoke.
Yep!
Thank you for those profound and incredibly original insights.
Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts?
It's OK, I got bettah.
Like I said... On an island where they speak Pig Latin.
You seem to be the only poster having trouble understanding the words. I've heard MUCH worse "garble" from Bob, and this ain't it.
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