Song of the Day #14 “Leave the Drivin’ to Them” by David Dondero (1998)

Greyhound famously penned “Leave the Driving to Us,” and David Dondero comes back with his traveling song “Leave the Drivin’ to Them.” Thanks, Travis for passing this album my way so long ago. 

Dondero’s song is a get out of town folk riff built on the Richard Bach notion that no problem is too big to run away from. A notion I found unsettling when I first encountered it. Raised like most of us on the benefits of courage and its opposite the weakness of running. At this age, I can see why people choose the easy way of teaching something through two opposites but avoiding all of the nuances. How hard it is to explain that in any given situation, depending on any number of variables, any number of reactions/ actions are reasonable, noble, appropriate, correct.

It’s good to be forced to think about things from the opposite point of view. Taking something I hold onto as important and turning it around to seeing the world as if it is not important at all or actually harmful.

At the Covered Dish one time, Dondero was playing an excellent show. He followed a group who tap danced for percussion, friends of his from the northwest. The show was going well and then Dondero seemed to grow doubtful that he had anything to say at all, and Travis (RIP, shit) got him back on track by calling out “Play South of the South,” and the singer re-found his groove.

Lyrics

Song of the Day #13 “Autumn Sweater” by Yo La Tengo (1997)

I should save this song for a few months or years down the road, but it came up today and I am game. This song is completely Sarah to me. She loves this band. She wrote them and invited them to play our wedding. (The band was unable to attend). Sarah looks amazing all of the time, but Sarah in her autumn sweater is  …

This song has some first date nervousness to it. Some romanticness to it. It is an amazing song.

I find myself needing to avoid sappiness. Have you ever been in love in a long-distance relationship with a woman in New York City. When I got to fly up and see her, I would be overwhelmed with nervousness about the relationship and how to act, the travel, the big city and then Sarah’d come into whatever scene with her priceless smile and soft hair and some perfect Sarah sweater. Maybe the green one that looks kind of mohair. This song is that, plus the great feeling of cool northern air when Florida was still in October November summer. Plus being on vacation. In love. Not having to use my brain at all, just following Sarah from cool movie (Gigantic), to cool bar (Tom and Jerry’s) to cool restaurant to museum to Central Park from subway to cab. Thrilling.

Let me tell you the other part. When you part ways in Florida, you are in total control. You throw the car in gear, you hit the gas. Control. In NYC, ready or not, the subway doors close and the cars slowly get going and Sarah fades out of sight. It will wet your eyes–turn your stomach. It’s a Hollywood moment that I never would have sympathized with. All of the sudden the Bob Dylan song–“It takes a lot to laugh it takes a train to cry.” comes to mind.

Drums at 2:35 Shakers. Solid bass line. So soft.

Lyrics

when I heard the knock on the door
I couldn’t catch my breath
is it too late to call this off?

we could slip away
wouldn’t that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater

I tried my best to hide in the crowded room
it’s nearly possible
I wait for you, oh, most patiently

we could slip away
wouldn’t that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater

so I looked for your eyes and the waves looked like
they’d pour right out of them
I’ll try hard, I’ll try always
but it’s a waste of time
it’s a waste of time if I can’t smile easily
like in the beginning
in the beginning

we could slip away
wouldn’t that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater

we could slip away
wouldn’t that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater
you in your autumn sweater
you in your autumn sweater
you in your autumn sweater

Song of the Day #12 “Party Pit” by The Hold Steady (2006)

The opening song on this album quotes Kerouac’s Sal Paradise, “Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together.” Song six on the album Boys and Girls in America, Party Pit” continues with the primary dynamics of the album. Boy and girl and alcohol and a club. Hometown stasis vs. going off to college. The notion that going somewhere and standing still are in competition bothers me. Motion vs. movement. But I guess songwriter Craig Finn would argue that he’s not judging the woman for staying in her hometown or for her lot in life but her displeasure in being stuck. I like how he says shes “pinned down.”

The “Stickpin dolls” line is a great example of summing up the entire environment in a quick phrase. It’s more clever than truthful, but I like the way this simple image paints a much larger picture around it. Hot Topic and piercings and angst. Pejorative, but deniably so.

I love books so much that this album had me from the name drops to Kerouac and Berryman. Just saying the name of the author conjures up the books and what I learned from the books and how I felt reading the books. I might like a song that was just the ABCs of literature. But the arguments,…Auden or Auster. Berryman or Baker…Coleridge. Dylan. Eliot. The audience could yell back their favorites at the stage call and response style. Keats and Yeats are on your side.

If you know a thing about this band, you know they get compared to Springsteen and the E Street Band. Fast forward to 2:25 of this song for the piano/ keyboard breakdown into guitar solo to see where that description comes from. Check the lyrics to see the line about the “grain belt bridge into Minneapolis” for some Springsteenian proper nouns, America type wording. No disrespect to Finn. I love the geography references and knowing what type of bridge it was is nice.

“Gonna walk around and drink some more.” The human pinko board at the party. Bouncing from one circle or person to another trying see see what conversation or vibe or energy is going to be fun or productive or important or even just OK. I’d have to say I still do this, maybe at work parties where you have to be careful not to get stuck in a conversation that you don’t want to be in. I never say, “I’m gonna walk around and drink, ” but since this song came out I’ve hummed it to myself walking away from an awkward conversation.

Minneapolis. Bob Dylan. John Berryman. Prince. Husker Du.Replacements. Solid.

Lyrics

I guess I met her at the party pit
She said those kids she’s with were selling it
So we sailed off on some separate trips
She got pinned down at the party pit

I went away to school that fall
She stuck around with all those stickpin dolls
Sped through the scene until the engine stalled
At some suburban shopping mall

Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit

I came back to start a band, of course
Saw her walking through the crystal court
She made a scene by the revolving doors
She’s gonna walk around and drink some more

So we walked across that grain belt bridge
Into bright new Minneapolis
She said I think that all those things I did
Were just momentum from the party pit

Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit

Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down and I’m pretty sure we kissed

And I’m pretty sure we kissed

Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more

Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
I’m gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more

Gonna walk around, gonna walk around
Gonna walk around and drink
Gonna walk around, gonna walk around
Gonna walk around and drink

Gonna walk around, gonna walk around
Gonna walk around and drink

Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more

Song of the Day #11 “Your Love Is So Strong” by The Thermals (2010)

Four different artists have songs on iTunes titled “Your Love is so Strong.” Only one of them, this one by The Thermals, is a sarcastic take on this lyrical riff. Two of the others are blues jams–one seems to be a country-Christian take.

The song is on Personal Life,  their fifth of six records (so far). According to the band, after making short work of the themes of god and death on previous albums, this album set out to fully explain monogamy.

The bass playing in this song is strummed fuzzy and great. The vocals have repeated “Oh oh ohs” which I am a fan of. Over all, it is a fun quick song.

It is possible to read the lyrics in a way other than sarcasm. Your love is so song that it cracks at the slightest touch could be for real. Her love is so strong in the way that her love is all consuming and the thought of it being altered in any way is enough to destroy her. Sounds unhealthy.

Lyrics

Your love is so strong
It cracks at the slightest touch
Your love is so strong
Like nothing it crumbles to dust, to dust

Your love is so strong
And it breaks and [Incomprehensible] in pain
Your love is so strong
Like nothing it melts in the rain

Your love is so wide
Black on every tide, every side

Your love is strong
It shatters at the slightest hum
Your love is so strong
Like nothing it melts in the sun, in the sun

Your love is so strong
It’s only a fear in your eyes
Your love is so strong
It’s only a series of lies

My love is so lost, I’ll sell at any cost
Your love is the seed
It’s the promise I need to be deceived
I need to be deceived, to be deceived

You’re all that I need
I’ll love you so long
Your love is so strong

Read more: The Thermals – Your Love Is So Strong Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Song of the Day #10 “Big Business in Europe” by The Delgados 1996

Scottish band The Delgados bring out today’s song, “Big Business in Europe” from the album Domestiques.  Both the band name and the album title are cycling references, one to a famous Spanish racer and the other to a role on a cycling team. The song is a pop success. I want to sing along to the spoken female vocals and the earnest fuzzy male vocals have the feel of something cool being said. The song feels a little like “Crash,” a favorite song of mine by The Primitives. Looking at the lyrics too closely is unsatisfying, surprisingly so. After listening to the song a dozen times in a row, I had the feeling that this would be an important message.

A little internet digging into what this band is up to reveals an important group of people  who have done a lot to foster independent music and art both in Scotland and beyond. They own a record label, collaborate with visual artists, and create well-received solo albums. I have been listening to their album Hate today on spotify.

Lyrics

Situation’s been declined
What is yours is yours is mine
Keep the steady income low
‘Til they got me to shine (and shining so)

What is wrong with wasting all you’ve got to show?
What you’re worth is what you know
To them
(Got me defying, magnifying)

Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy

Taking lessons, taking time
Lose yourself in petty crime
No-one else to fear and time to grow
(Up and climbing, climbing so)

If I feel like having someone make my day
I’ll find someone, make him pay today
(I’ve been trying, terrifying)

Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey

(High juice in my mouth)
(Easy as a crosstown)
(Easy now is never how)

Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy

(Tin sounds all around)
(Cleaner in the morning)
(Clearer now they can’t be found)

Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy

Take a walk and try to learn
Precious time with precious sound
Who’s to say there’s none to send?
(Getting the lyrics, lyrics so)

What is wrong with wasting all you’ve got to show?
What you’re worth is what you know
(I’m not clearer, never freer)

Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey

(Pictures in my ear)
(I can make it nicer, I can make it sound clear)

Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy

(Young hands flying by)
(Easy on the uphill, faster down the bullet sky)

Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy
Hey boy, hey boy

In time we’ll end this session
I’m making plans for new attentions
In time we’ll start to question
But for the moment I’ll hold my mention
Hold my mention
Stop

Song of the Day #9 “The Frozen Logger” by Johnny Cash (1959 or so)

Skipped “Goodnight, It’s Time to Go” by The Specials from the American Graffiti soundtrack. Skipped “Sixteen Going on Seventeen” from the Sound of Music. Skipped “A Peanut on the Railroad Track” from Silliest Songs. Skipped “Counting in Swahili” from A Child’s Celebration of the World. Almost skipped “The Frozen Logger“by Johnny Cash, but am glad I hesitated and gave this Paul Bunyanesque romp a first listen.

So good. She can tell the fellow is a logger like her former husband because he stirs his coffee with his thumb. So tough, right. That’s my new MO starting now. Maybe.

Hot Damn! It feels like any little thing you pick up can have acres of resonance below it. (Remember William Logan teaching us about palimpsest when he guest lectured for Beth Schwartz during “The Wateland” unit.) This song was written by James Stevens who also wrote Paul Bunyan. No shit. I did not know that when I wrote the introductory words. Stevens was a self-described hobo, and he educated himself in public libraries across the USA. He called them the “poor man’s university.” Labor activist, conservationist, library advocate, artist.

The song uses exaggeration to wonderfully humorous effect, but also delivers a picture of the honorable laborer that runs deep beneath the jocular hyperbole.

Writing this, I am realizing concretely that imagining having an audience helps to create the writing voice. Maybe if I type a couple hundred of these, I will develop a writing voice that can translate into a piece of fiction.

Lyrics

As I sat down one evening within a small cafe,
A forty year old waitress to me these words did say

“I see that you are a logger, and not just a common bum,
’cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb

My lover was a logger, there’s none like him today
If you’d pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay

He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide
He’d just drive them in with a hammer and bite them off inside

My lover came to see me upon one freezing day
He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae

He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw;
I could not speak to tell him he’d forgot his mackinaw

I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow,
Going gaily homeward at forty-eight below

The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its level best
At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest

It froze clean through to china, it froze to the stars above
At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love

They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir
They made him into axeblades, to chop the douglas fir

And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come,
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb

Link: http://www.vagalume.com.br/johnny-cash/the-frozen-logger.html#ixzz3Q8HtTCGu

Song of the Day #8 “Victoria” The Kinks (1969)

I want to write about Jawbreaker or Built to Spill, but I will take a swing at another Dad song. When Dad was in the hospital doing what we hoped was recovering–this was a week before the doctors came to the realization that Dad had pulmonary fibrosis and that recovery was not happening– he and I spent a hospital weekend watching college basketball and Youtube videos. The basketball was the background. The foreground was Dad telling me what song to go to next. A good portion of the searches was just listening to this bass line or that keyboard. He wanted to tell me all about Steve Windwood. Another theme was that John Cougar had more hits than Tom Petty, a fact he has verified many times but I still have trouble believing. We really didn’t listen to any entire songs. He’d get to the part he wanted to show me and then say, “How about…?’ and I’d search and click away. It was a great day and in hindsight in was an amazing day. The next weekend we all knew his condition was terminal. Less than a week later, he died. Fuck.

For his birthday the year before he was in the hospital, he drove up to Gainesville to celebrate. We went to see War Horse, an excellent Dad and son mortality film. Before the film, he and I pored through my iTunes library creating a playlist for my internet radio show later that day. GROW Radio forever!

After the movie, he and I DJ ed my radio show, The Mix Tape Party. “Victoria” is one of the songs we played. He didn’t want to talk on the radio, but he told me the stories he associated with the songs, and I re-told them on the air. Dad was a lifelong musician, primarily a bass player, and he loved the driving rhythm of this song. He is the one that taught me the physicality of being a musician. Like an athlete might like the last leg of the race, a give and go, or a double play, Dad liked the frantic pace of the bass that drives this song.  He liked the challenge of racing steadily for the 150 second romp.

Dad held the Kinks in very high regard. My brothers and I have heard “You Really Got Me” thousands of times, almost as often as Sister Golden Hair, his go-to acoustic hit.

“Victoria” is on the album Arthur, named after Ray Davies’s brother-in-law who a few years earlier had moved with his family to Australia. Ray was heart broken to see sister Rosie move so far away. The song takes us to one of those awkward life positions where the speaker seems to be anti-establishment but also hyper idealizing the past albeit with some irony. “Where is that large automobile?  This is not my beautiful house.” What happened to the promises of capitalism not just for me but for my whole neighborhood?

Lyrics

Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad and obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria

I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, toria

Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Victoria, ‘toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria

Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria

Song of the Day #7 Cat Stevens “Peace Train”

I skipped “Boe Money by Galactic and “4” by Aphex Twin. I have no connection to either of those bands or songs. I will have to go back to them later to see what I am missing.

-Hi, my name is Don and I was a hippie in college.

-Hi, Don.

I listened to Cat Stevens Greatest Hits
so many times my parents probably had the words memorized. At one point, I sold it. Waist deep inn DIY punk rock, I made that call that I’m sure you’ve made in one way or another.

“I am never going to care about that album again.”

This wasn’t a “Spotify has everything decision”, it was a real feeling that that was a forgettable record. It didn’t take long to regret it. Definitely less than five years, and I had to have it back, probably at first just for “Father to Son,” a song I mentioned yesterday.

I might have gotten into Cat Stevens via 10,000 Maniacs. Their cover of this song was popular with the 120 Minutes crowd that I was into.

I definitely drank Milwaukee’s Best on the Montario Point overlook listening to this CD on a boombox on repeat. My poor friends.

10.000 Maniacs stopped singing it after Cat reportedly agreed with the fatwa against Rushdie for writing The Satanic Verses. Cat’s on tour now, and in his recent interviews he avoids any questions that require him to claim allegiance with violence. He avoids answering, repeating “I am for peace.” This is a quagmire that I am not interested in.

Lyrics

Now I’ve been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh I’ve been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be, some day it’s going to come

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

Now I’ve been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh peace train sounding louder
Glide on the peace train
Come on now peace train
Yes, peace train holy roller

Everyone jump upon the peace train
Come on now peace train

Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too
Cause it’s getting nearer, it soon will be with you

Now come and join the living, it’s not so far from you
And it’s getting nearer, soon it will all be true

Now I’ve been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating, why can’t we live in bliss

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

Song of the Day #6- “Patches” by Clarence Carter (1970)

Patches” goes in the “Boy Named Sue,” “Father and Son,” “Cat’s in the Cradle” genre of songs about Dads trying pass lessons on to their sons before their time passes. What are some of the others? The poverty of this situation puts it more in the “Boy Named Sue” category.

Losing my parents has left my nerves raw to these songs as I am sure is true for many people. The fear of dying before my kids are on solid ground is terrifying.

The song was originally written and recorded by Chairmen of the Board. Carter sang it so convincingly that many fans thought it was autobiographical. 

Man, let the words and lessons I tell my kids stick like these songs stick with me. Please let something I tell them about the way to walk the planet go deep inside and become the rhythm of their lives.

My love of music comes directly from my dad. Shelves stuffed with records. Guitars on the wall. His stories of high school and college bands. I want to keep my CDs and records available for my kids so they can flip through covers the way we used to. Beatles, Stones, Beach Boys, old brown leather den furniture. Sitting on the floor, flipping, selecting, looking at the covers, Creedence; I need to get my music available for my kids.

When my brothers and I were getting into alternative music and being critical of anything Dad could like, he went on a business trip to San Francisco. When he came back from the trip, he had a CD for us. He told us that he went to a huge record store and asked the alternative looking clerk for an album that his sons had never heard of but would like. He proudly gave us the CD and we rolled out eyes and never opened the fucking thing. Didn’t rip the shrink wrap. Too cool for music that Dad had access to.

Dad bought a 59 Chevy Impala as a pet project to work on in our garage. His dad and he had worked on cars together. Dad worked on the Impala, improving it for eventual re-sale.
When he was ready to sell it, he took the money from the sale and bought a PA for my brother Steve’s band. So music is in my blood and I’d like to pass it on.

Lyrics

I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me about it
‘Cause deep down inside he was hurt
‘Cause he’d done all he could
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hands, see
Education he never had
He did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made
For, life had kick him down to the ground
When he tried to get up
Life would kick him back down
One day Papa called me to his dyin’ bed
Put his hands on my shoulders
And in his tears he said
He said, Patches
I’m dependin’ on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it’s all left up to you
Two days later Papa passed away, and
I became a man that day
So I told Mama I was gonna quit school, but
She said that was Daddy’s strictest rule
So ev’ry mornin’ ‘fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I couldn’t go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from home
But I would remember what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his dyin’ bed
He said, Patches
I’m dependin’ on you, son
I tried to do my best
It’s up to you to do the rest
Then one day a strong rain came
And washed all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I thought
I was carryin’ the weight of the
Whole world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew
What I was goin’ through, ’cause
Ev’ry day I had to work the fields
‘Cause that’s the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of the family
And ev’rybody else depended on me
Ev’ry night I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to face another day
So years have passed and all the kids are grown
The angels took Mama to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded tears
But my daddy’s voice kept me through the years
Sing
Patches, I’m dependin’ on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it’s all left up to you
Oh, I can still hear Papa’s voice sayin’
Patches, I’m dependin’ on you, son
I’ve tried to do my best
It’s up to you to do the rest
I can still hear Papa, what he said
Patches…

Song of the Day #5–“Too Much of Nothing (Take 2)” Bob Dylan and the Band (2014)

Bob Dylan is my favorite artist. Whenever I have any new device on which to play music or a new place to play music, Bob Dylan is always the first. New house, new car, new iPod, new record player… always Dylan, usually “Boots of Spanish Leather”.

The Basement Tapes are universally revered, but I’m hit or miss with the songs. I love the narrative and the mystery and the mythology. I love Dylan living a peaceful life in the country with world-class musicians a few miles away to create with.

Too Much of Nothing” was on the 1975 release, the first song on Disc 2. Dylan has never performed the song live. It re-appeared this year on The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete.

What is the nothing that there is too much of? Nothing to do? Nothing to believe in? Material poverty? I’ll try to give my read on it without paying too much attention to these fine posts about the song here and here.  The first four lines might have been the kernel, and that kernel is clear. Sitting around without shit to do can make you crazy. Sitting around broke can make you crazy. And people react to this situation with a range of responses, from anger to paralysis. From there, you’re on your own. One cool aside, Vivian and Valerie were the names of T.S. Eliot’s two wives. No proof of a connection exists, but on an extreme tangent, there are certainly sections of Eliot’s verse that are moving and rhythmic and also defy easy or any interpretation.

Lyrics

Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease
One man’s temper might rise
While another man’s temper might freeze
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul
Oh, when there’s too much of nothing
No one has control

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldn’t know a thing
Now, it’s all been done before
It’s all been written in the book
But when there’s too much of nothing
Nobody should look

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire
Ev’rybody’s doin’ somethin’
I heard it in a dream
But when there’s too much of nothing
It just makes a fella mean

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion

Copyright © 1967, 1970 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1995, 1998 by Dwarf Music
Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/too-much-nothing#ixzz3PZKAL5w5