Bob Dylan: Murder Most Foul

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Bob Dylan: Murder Most Foul review – a dark, dense ballad for the end times

Dylan’s first new song in eight years is a fascinating portrait of his obsession with JFK’s assassination, rich with pop cultural detail and apocalyptic dread





Bob Dylan – ‘Murder Most Foul’ lyrics:

Twas a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place

The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul

Hush, little children. You’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’; they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m going to Woodstock; it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll


Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they’ve got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street

When you’re down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don’t ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make left-hand turn
I’m going down to the crossroads; gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn

What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby; they oughta know
“Shut your mouth,” said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it’s a murder most foul

Tommy, can you hear me? I’m the Acid Queen
I’m riding in a long, black limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I’m leaning to the left; got my head in her lap
Hold on, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We’re right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do? They piled on the pain
But his soul’s not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they’ve been searchin’ for that

Freedom, oh freedom. Freedom cover me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin’; tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Susie; let’s go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River; let’s keep hope alive
Turn the radio on; don’t touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles

You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I’ve blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I’m never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder’s film I seen night before
Seen it 33 times, maybe more
It’s vile and deceitful. It’s cruel and it’s mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice


The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son
The age of the Antichrist has only begun.”
Air Force One coming in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel
It is what it is, and it’s murder most foul

What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it’s 36 hours past Judgment Day

Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues
He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that ‘Only the Good Die Young’
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play St. James Infirmary and the Court of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too. Play ‘I’d Rather Go Blind’
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker. Play ‘Scratch My Back’.
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

Play ‘Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood’
Play it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Karl Wirsum, too
Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play “Twilight Time”
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and “Another One Bites the Dust”
Play “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In God We Trust”
Ride the pink horse down the long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend; play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz
Play “Blue Sky”; play Dickey Betts
Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and “All That Jazz”
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers, play the odds
Play “Cry Me A River” for the Lord of the gods
Play number 9, play number 6
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole, play “Nature Boy”
Play “Down In The Boondocks” for Terry Malloy
Play “It Happened One Night” and “One Night of Sin”
There’s 12 Million souls that are listening in
Play “Merchant of Venice”, play “Merchants of Death”
Play “Stella by Starlight” for Lady Macbeth

Don’t worry, Mr. President. Help’s on the way
Your brothers are coming; there’ll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What’s this about hell?
Tell them, “We’re waiting. Keep coming.” We’ll get them as well

Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground
Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play “Misty” for me and “That Old Devil Moon”
Play “Anything Goes” and “Memphis in June”
Play “Lonely At the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave”
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton, play “Lucille”
Play “Deep In a Dream”, and play “Driving Wheel”
Play “Moonlight Sonata” in F-sharp
And “A Key to the Highway” for the king on the harp
Play “Marching Through Georgia” and “Dumbarton’s Drums”
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play “Love Me Or Leave Me” by the great Bud Powell
Play “The Blood-stained Banner”, play “Murder Most Foul”
 






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Silicone, saline, poison, inject me
Baby, I’m a free bitch :D

Bob just looks more intellectual than Gaga :D

Bob Dylan's symbol.

I didn’t express a judgement on Bob - His “Slow Train Coming” album was certainly a Christian one though - for this thread, I’m more interested in the lyrics and the timing of the release of this 17 minute song...
 






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Federal Reserve Bank = Satanist Jews
 






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Federal Reserve Bank = Satanist Jews
Sets and subsets...

Some Jews are satanists...

Are all Jews satanists?
 






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I think this explains Dylan's sold his soul comments...

Simon Napier-Bell
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2008/jan/20/popandrock.musicindustry
After four years Japan had finally broken in the UK so I decided to head for the States. Virgin had licensed America to CBS, which had fired Clive Davis in the wake of a payola scandal. The company was now run by two lawyers - Walter Yetnikoff and Dick Asher. I liked Walter but fell into the half of the company run by Dick - a very dull man indeed. I finally got a meeting with him but had no sooner arrived in his office than the buzzer sounded and his secretary's voice said: 'Bob Dylan on line one.'


'Can I call him back?' Dick asked.


'No. He says he wants to talk to you now.'


Dick was about to have a conversation he didn't want. Eighteen months previously there had been publicity about Jewish-born Dylan becoming a born-again Christian. He'd made a couple of albums full of evangelical zeal but they'd bombed. Now his contract had come up for renewal. Dick especially didn't want to have this conversation in front of me. He took the call anyway.


To begin with, it wasn't too interesting but then Dick yelled, 'I've told you, Bob - no fucking religion! If you can't agree to that, the deal's off ...'


Bob was arguing the point but Dick was having none of it. 'Look, I'm telling you. There'll be no fucking religion - not Christian, not Jewish, not Muslim. Nothing. For God's sake, man - you were born Jewish, which makes your religion money, doesn't it? So stick with it, for Christ's sake. I'm giving you 20 million bucks - it's like baptising you, like sending you to heaven. So what are you fucking moaning about? You want 20 million bucks from us? Well, you gotta do what we tell you. And what we're telling you is ... No Torah! No Bible! No Koran! No Jesus! No God! No Allah! No fucking religion. It's going in the contract.'


As a devout atheist, I could hardly object, though it seemed tough that a contract should include such specific restrictions. When we finally got back to the subject of my group Dick had rather lost interest. He agreed to release one album. There were three to choose from, each a cohesive musical whole, but he wanted bits from each. It was like introducing a new film director with a composite of three of his movies - the album wouldn't have a chance. And to make sure it didn't, CBS gave it no promotion. That way, Dick was able to tell me, 'You see, I was right. There's no market for a group like yours in the States.'
 






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I think this explains Dylan's sold his soul comments...

Simon Napier-Bell
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2008/jan/20/popandrock.musicindustry
After four years Japan had finally broken in the UK so I decided to head for the States. Virgin had licensed America to CBS, which had fired Clive Davis in the wake of a payola scandal. The company was now run by two lawyers - Walter Yetnikoff and Dick Asher. I liked Walter but fell into the half of the company run by Dick - a very dull man indeed. I finally got a meeting with him but had no sooner arrived in his office than the buzzer sounded and his secretary's voice said: 'Bob Dylan on line one.'


'Can I call him back?' Dick asked.


'No. He says he wants to talk to you now.'


Dick was about to have a conversation he didn't want. Eighteen months previously there had been publicity about Jewish-born Dylan becoming a born-again Christian. He'd made a couple of albums full of evangelical zeal but they'd bombed. Now his contract had come up for renewal. Dick especially didn't want to have this conversation in front of me. He took the call anyway.


To begin with, it wasn't too interesting but then Dick yelled, 'I've told you, Bob - no fucking religion! If you can't agree to that, the deal's off ...'


Bob was arguing the point but Dick was having none of it. 'Look, I'm telling you. There'll be no fucking religion - not Christian, not Jewish, not Muslim. Nothing. For God's sake, man - you were born Jewish, which makes your religion money, doesn't it? So stick with it, for Christ's sake. I'm giving you 20 million bucks - it's like baptising you, like sending you to heaven. So what are you fucking moaning about? You want 20 million bucks from us? Well, you gotta do what we tell you. And what we're telling you is ... No Torah! No Bible! No Koran! No Jesus! No God! No Allah! No fucking religion. It's going in the contract.'


As a devout atheist, I could hardly object, though it seemed tough that a contract should include such specific restrictions. When we finally got back to the subject of my group Dick had rather lost interest. He agreed to release one album. There were three to choose from, each a cohesive musical whole, but he wanted bits from each. It was like introducing a new film director with a composite of three of his movies - the album wouldn't have a chance. And to make sure it didn't, CBS gave it no promotion. That way, Dick was able to tell me, 'You see, I was right. There's no market for a group like yours in the States.'
Which goes to show - context is everything.

Dylan speaks in metaphor, and some people don’t!

I feel like I’m allowed to like this song again!!!!

 






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"I made a bargain to get where I am now with the chief commander of this world and the world we can't see".

Clear as can be. Dylan's own words. I'm sorry for those who don't want to see it. If you think the man's speaking in metaphors, just look at his face, his eyes. His soul left his body long ago.


PS: Blood on the Tracks used to be one of my favorite albums ever. "Idiot Wind" used to be one of my favorite songs ever. Not anymore.
 






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For those who think artists and musicians speak in "metaphors", what do you have to say about this one?

 






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No of course most Jews are real Jews.

There's maybe a DISPROPORTIONATE percentage of Jews among the Illuminati satanists because they desire to monopolize the world's gifted brainiacs, and, well, as any white supremacist worth his IQ score can tell you, Jews on the whole are wayyyyy ahead of that curve. But it's still just a fraction. Just like it's a fraction of WASPs, a fraction of Muslims, etc. The important thing is: Is someone evil? The particular cosplay involved matters very little. It's the evil that counts. Don't distract yourself.
Puts me in mind of this observation...

“When we have understood free will, we shall see how silly it is to ask, as somebody once asked me, ‘Why did God make a creature of such rotten stuff that it went wrong?’ The better stuff a creature is made of—the cleverer and stronger and freer it is—then the better it will be if it goes right, but also the worse it will be if it goes wrong. A cow cannot be very good or very bad; a dog can be both better and worse; a child better and worse still; an ordinary man, still more so; a man of genius, still more so; a superhuman spirit best—or worst—of all.”

C.S. Lewis
 






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What interested me in the whole song was the implications of the following lines...

“Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues
He's going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that "Only the Good Die Young"
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play "St. James Infirmary" and "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down the names...”

The key to me is that the Bible mentions something key about “speaking in tongues” that many people might not have heard of...

1 Corinthians 14

27If any man speak in an unknown tongue, let it be by two, or at the most by three, and that by course; and let one interpret. 28But if there be no interpreter, let him keep silence in the church; and let him speak to himself, and to God.

Which is why the following line caught my interest...

“If you want to remember, you better write down the names...”

We then have an endless list of “play me...” references to song lyrics and artists, so is Bob trying to say something under the radar? I have not got the time or musical knowledge to decode the cypher, but perhaps one day someone will bring the interpretation of Jack’s unknown tongue? Who knows...
 






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I find it absolutely freaking ridiculous that he supports Zionist Israel destroying the Palestinians and steers everyone to the JFK assassination in the SIXTIES as a murder most foul/. Yeah it was.. but that was over 60 years ago. What about the present- you hey day worshiping dinosaur? He is not against any masters of war for 60+ years, And what about even the Iraq war? AGAIN. ignorance and back to the 60's. This Jehoshaphat sell out that ignores all injustices in modern times and wants us to only focus on the facts of decades past is a HOAX. Hey Dylan.. Cuz.. you're a HOAX you Ahab cocks*cking shizzznit bury it all with your false christ lennon... just make sure to keep your filthy hands off of JFK next time you do so- you stinking bastards
 






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Like them or HATE them, the very survival of the Jews prove that God has continued to keep his promise to Abraham.
 






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Like them or hate them, the very survival of the Jews prove that God has continued to keep his promise to Abraham:-

What the hell are you talking about. 1. JFK was not a Jew. 2. This Jehoshaphat partner with Ahab Lennon screwed up big time. 3. This isn't a thread about Abrahamic promises. 4. The God of Abraham destroyed Jews at Shiloh and in Exodus for mixing in with the gods of the nations He hated. 5. JFK is none of his business and he should keep his filthy hands off of him
 






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