![]() ![]() So I went back and gave it another, dedicated listen, reading the lyrics for each song as it played. I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman, her body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred -A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall It’s easy to get lost in the music itself - not lost in the sense of being enveloped, but lost in the sense of losing your place, wondering how far in you are, and which song you’re on. Most of them don’t have choruses most of them feature the same three instruments (acoustic guitar, harmonica, vocals). The nature of these tunes is such that if they’re on in the background, it’s easy for them to blend together. I listened through this once while my attention was semi-divided, popping in and out of work. I’ve tried to make a point to give each of these albums relatively undivided attention, but I don’t think any has demanded as much as this one, nor rewarded that attention so thoroughly. ![]() ![]() How many times can a man look up / before he sees the sky? -Blowin’ In The Wind
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