Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The ghost of lyrics past



As Susan Forbes Hansen said: "Dylan's Shillin.'" Who knows what Bob Dylan is thinking. It can't be that he needs the money. It's got to be an honest-to-god Cadillac endorsement. And what's worse, being a mouthpiece for a monster SUV, or thumbing his nose at the environment, the dwindling supply of fossil fuel, or his ever-faithful, who will surely rise to his defense. He's really kind of creepy, isn't he?

Reminds me of a younger Dylan, from Talkin World War III Blues:

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun'
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove down to 42nd Street
In my Cadillac
Good car to drive after a war.

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