I'm Not There (1956)
J. W. Mahoney
Tapes, the "saddest song in the world," according to Greil Marcus'
quoting from "The Dylanist" in "Invisible Republic." In looking up
what the words - almost certainly made up at the time - might be, I've
seen that most of the transcriptions available on the Internet are
quite imaginatively inaccurate. Listen to the song and see how this
fits it, however weirdly:
I'm Not There (1956)
A Phonetic Transcription
by J.W. Mahoney
1.
Well it's alright she'nay she's all the tide in my
neighborhood she cried both day and night,
I know it because it was there.
It's a milestone but she's down on her luck,
and she daily salutin but to make him hard to buck,
I bevaid…
I believe where she stopping whef she wants time to care,
I believe that she'd look upon deciding to care,
and I go by the Lord in a way she's on my way,
but I don't belong there.
2.
No I don't belong to her,
I don't belong to aevi'pize,
she's my prize forsaken angel
but she don't hear me cry.
She's a long-hearted mystic
and she dain carry on,
when I'm there she's alright ,
but when she's not, when I'm gone.
Heaven knows that the answer
she's don't call in no-one,
she's the way, a sailing beautiful,
she's mine, for the one,
and I loss a heavy tension, by temptation less it runs
but she don't allah me
but I'm not there, I'm gone.
3.
Now I've cried tonight
like I cried the night before,
and I'm neece on the haise,
but I dream about the door.
It's sa-long Jesus-saken,
blind fate, with a tell,
it don't hang contonation
she's my ald fare-thee-well.
Now when I cheeth the levee,
I was born to love her,
but she knows that the kingdom weighs
so high above her,
and I run but I race,
but it's not too fast a sleoun,
but I daren't perceive her,
I'm not there, I'm gone.
4.
Well it's all about deffusion and I cry for her veil,
I don't need anybody now beside me to tell.
And it's all efformation, I recieve but it's not,
She's a lone-hearted beauty but she's gone like the spot,
if she waoun…
Yes, she's gone like the rain-beow that shining yesterday
but now she's a'ome beside me and I'd like to here to stay,
she's a bone-forsaking beauty and it don't trust anyone,
and I wish I was beside her, but I'm not there, I'm gone.
5.
Well it's a too hard to stake-in,
and I don't bart-b'lieve
It's all bag for tebusing,
but she's hard, too hard to leave.
It's alone, it's a crime
the way she moults me around
but she told for to hate me
but this dong fortaken clown.
Yes I believe that it's rightful,
oh I believe it in my mind,
I b'told like I said when I before carry on the crying,
and she's all good to told her,
like I said, carry on,
I wish I was there to help her,
but I'm not there, I'm gone…
Ironywaves
Will
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery
"J. W. Mahoney" <maho...@hmsg.si.edu> wrote in message
news:651dc3f6.03081...@posting.google.com...
> I've just recently gotten a copy of I'm Not There, from the Basement
> Tapes, the "saddest song in the world," according to Greil Marcus'
> quoting from "The Dylanist" in "Invisible Republic." In looking up
> what the words - almost certainly made up at the time - might be, I've
> seen that most of the transcriptions available on the Internet are
> quite imaginatively inaccurate. Listen to the song and see how this
> fits it, however weirdly:
>
> I'm Not There (1956)
>
> A Phonetic Transcription
> by J.W. Mahoney
>
> 1.
> Well it's alright she'nay she's all the tide in my
> neighborhood she cried both day and night,
> I know it because it was there.
>
> It's a milestone but she's down on her luck,
> and she daily salutin but to make him hard to buck,
> I bevaid.
> if she waoun.
>
> Yes, she's gone like the rain-beow that shining yesterday
> but now she's a'ome beside me and I'd like to here to stay,
> she's a bone-forsaking beauty and it don't trust anyone,
> and I wish I was beside her, but I'm not there, I'm gone.
>
> 5.
> Well it's a too hard to stake-in,
> and I don't bart-b'lieve
> It's all bag for tebusing,
> but she's hard, too hard to leave.
>
> It's alone, it's a crime
> the way she moults me around
> but she told for to hate me
> but this dong fortaken clown.
>
> Yes I believe that it's rightful,
> oh I believe it in my mind,
> I b'told like I said when I before carry on the crying,
> and she's all good to told her,
> like I said, carry on,
> I wish I was there to help her,
> but I'm not there, I'm gone.
rankflv
word-sounds to be changed at some later date . . .to keep a sense of
the flow, to quickly get it down before the song could be lost.
or
Maybe dylan wrote the lyrics first before the music and was having a
difficult time fitting them together and in the process slurred the
words and added nonsense sounds to fit to music
or
Dylan was very wasted.
Ironywaves
news:14a0f657.03081...@posting.google.com...
Or singing while flipping throuh an obscure Japanese novel..? Sorry,
couldn't resist that one.
Will
http://www.hotornot.com/r/?eid=NER8GQR&key=TVL