With All Memory And Fate

With All Memory And Fate

Jim has allowed us rather a wide scope for today’s Song Lyric Sunday theme. I suppose I have opted for memories, although I set out trying to find a Bob Dylan song that we heard in a restaurant in France last month. Did we tell you we had an overseas jaunt after Wimbledon Tennis Championships? Yes, we heard that England broke the record with the temperatures. Well, it was even hotter in France, and I paid for it with an abundance of freckles.

We are having a drinks party this evening, so I am preparing this post while chopping up crudités and whizzing up dips. I am determined to finish this post off before our guests arrive, because I know we will want to go straight to bed afterwards.

The song I have chosen has a rather distinctive name – “Mr Tambourine Man”. There is no mention of pets, but it does refer to the old memory. I wish I had time to enlarge on the memories this song brings back – fond memories of my Grandfather and going to see a famous film at it’s opening night and meeting one of my favourite Hollywood icons. But between the celery and the tahini, I simply cannot spare a moment longer. Enjoy your weekend, won’t you!

Credits: Bob Dylan

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand
But still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone
It's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time
It's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind
It's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach
Of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today
Until tomorrow

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

3 thoughts on “With All Memory And Fate

  1. This song has great memories for me too…. By far the best version. For someone my age I commit the heinous crime of saying I love Dylan’s lyrics but can’t stand his voice . Enjoy your evening 💜

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