A jazzy New Morning track that Dylan half-recites over a loose cocktail-lounge band, with a woman's wordless scat singing weaving around him.
The words
A musing on freedom and acceptance, asking why we should not let all creatures, and ourselves, live as we please.
The song is less a story than a philosophical drift: the singer muses on letting things be as they are and on a kind of unforced harmony. Dylan delivers it in a relaxed, almost spoken style rather than a tune, sounding like a beat poet in a late-night club. Behind him, piano and brushed drums swing softly while a female singer scats freely. It is one of the strangest and most playful recordings of his early 1970s work.
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The words
A musing on freedom and acceptance, asking why we should not let all creatures, and ourselves, live as we please.
The song is less a story than a philosophical drift: the singer muses on letting things be as they are and on a kind of unforced harmony. Dylan delivers it in a relaxed, almost spoken style rather than a tune, sounding like a beat poet in a late-night club. Behind him, piano and brushed drums swing softly while a female singer scats freely. It is one of the strangest and most playful recordings of his early 1970s work.
Lyrics on bobdylan.com ↗In threads
The same year · 1970
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