Friday, August 22, 2008

DARKNESS AT THE BREAK OF NOON

OK, just to show you its not all Knickers, Grins and Granfalloons here at Bulletholes...
I can tell good story as long as I let ya'll do the Brainwork.
I just take out the garbage and hope it pays off.
Seems like as good a time as any to share this song with you.

The Artist says nonchalantly "it was probably the most inspired thing I've ever written...it just seemed to appear on the page".
The melody that he scored for these words is inspired as well.
The Harmonica part is hauntingly wistful and expressive.

I used to tell the Ex-Mrs Bulletholes that I would like this song played for me when I depart (We had been to a Funeral that day, and the music was "Turn the Page" and believe it or not "Twist and Shout") permanently from this ol' World.

I used to kind of hum this song to myself when I knew I was doing the wrong thing.
It seemed to give me a certain license to be stupid.
But that is not what the song is about.


Every Grain Of Sand
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.


Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.


I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I've come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.


I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.


I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Bob Dylan
From "Shot of Love" released 1981

Heres a link to get to You Tube where you can hear it for yourself.
The Harmonica makes its first appearance at about 2 minutes.
Last week I said it had been a rotten week.
This has been a good one.

4 comments:

Barbara said...

Glad things are looking up down there in TX!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Another Bob Dylan lover? I cannot get enough of him. I think he has got to be one of the greatest poets of our time. Knockin on Heaven's Door, Rolling Stone,Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts. 31 albums! Have you seen "I'm Not There" yet? *laughing* It does't show, does it? p.s. I wanted to say thank you for taking part in
"Mt. Olympics." If you're interested, I've just posted, "Z is for Zorro?" Have a wonderful weekend, Jay!

rdg said...

Bulletman - I LOVE this video ..... and i was thinking about how much you have enriched my life with your knowledge of music - music i have never listened to; artists i never knew existed (r.thompson; mcCurtry etc)

so thank you.
and i really mean it this time (heh)
you've made my life better by sharing your knowledge and friendship!

;)

bulletholes said...

barb- anyone can claim they are allright...so can I.
Petra- I used to be a major Dylan nut...enough so that I went two years and didn't listen to anything else (well, maybe a little. i tried to watch I'm not There, but only got 3/4 through.
"Blood on the Tracks"...there is a masterpiece.

Red, Im glad you liked this one.