Much deserved by my favorite poet.
Simple Twist of Fate – by Bob Dylan
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones
‘Twas then he felt alone
And wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel
With a neon burnin’ bright
He felt the heat of the night
Hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade
Where he was wakin’ up
She dropped a coin into the cup
Of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care
Pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside
To which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care
Pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside
To which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailers all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again
How long must he wait?
One more time for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin
But I lost the ring
She was born in spring
But I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate
And you think Joseph Conrad is dense and hard to understand?
Oh, now, Mary. But yes, if Dylan wrote novels, they’d be dense, I guess. Works for poetry.
Huh. I could never figure out what Dylan was talking about. My poet was more on the order of Kristofferson.
His words rang true for my generation many years ago. It is good to see that they extended far beyond our borders. Hopefully people are listening still. Thanks for your post.
Dylan was, and still is, my favorite musician. Too bad his voice is completely shot. The last concert I attended a couple/three years ago was terrible.
His lyrics are without doubt exquisite, but I cannot say the same about the music. Still, I think the prize is well-deserved. Your observation about his voice made me chuckle.