I've been in Dylan land again recently. While listening to "Blonde on Blonde" I was avoiding "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands." I wasn't in the mood, I thought, for the dirge. My chance I was driving and wasn't able to skip the song and resigned myself to listening to it and was choked up in about 30 seconds. Previously Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row on Hwy#61 had hit me pretty hard but for some reason this refrain:
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
which I had heard several thousand times before hit me as though I'd never heard it. Dylan is the first artist to teach me about the language of imagination. I wish I'd paid more attention way back then.
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