"This Dream Of You" is actually the only song on the album composed entirely by Dylan alone. Although nine of the ten tracks from the album were co-written by Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter, both the music and lyrics for ‘This Dream Of You’ were composed by Bob Dylan.
"This Dream Of You" is a beautiful ballad of powerful, sculpted, existentialist poetry meshed with wonderful, delicate, Tex-Mex instrumentation, embellished by the magnificent accordion work of Los Lobos frontman David Hidalgo.
The song simply and sublimely explores themes of love, loss and mortality.
Like a rueful flawed existentialist character in perhaps a Shakesperian tragedy or perhaps a classic film noir - a genre that Dylan loves (we read a report that most if not all the DVD's Dylan takes with him on tour are Noirs!) - a desperate man - "I'm lost in the crowd, all my tears are gone" - sits alone in the desolate enigmatic "Nowhere Cafe" watching another night end, warily awaiting a dawn he doesn't really want to see.
In this grim, lonely location, he meditates upon his life, which is almost ended, and upon the many things lost down those long hard years ... "Everything I touch seems to disappear."
We don't know if this character's weakness has been a tendency for over-ponderance instead of direct action, like Hamlet, or perhaps a tendency for rapid action without thinking, like Macbeth. Regardless, he rues whatever weaknesses have led to his current dire plight.
He's had chances to make things better but opportunities were wasted and he knows there will be few if any more such opportunities ... "There's a moment when all old things become new again, but that moment might have come and gone."
This is expressed most poignantly and beautifully in the evocative poetic lines "From a cheerless room, in a curtain gloom, I saw a star from Heaven fall. I turned and looked again but it was gone."
Nevertheless, hope is still alive in his heart. Hope for love at last. Hope for some sort of a future. Hope etched out in the haunting refrain "All I have and all I know is this dream of you which keeps me living on."
However, the hard lessons of life cause him to have some serious doubts ... "Am I too blind to see? Is my heart playing tricks on me?"
Despite these doubts, he still believes. This hope - regardless how realistic - may be all he has, but it's powerful enough to give him the strength to greet another bright dawn of another dark feared day.
How long can I stay
In this nowhere café 'fore night turns into day
I wonder why I’m so frightened of dawn
All I have and all I know
Is this dream of you which keeps me living on
There’s a moment when
All old things become new again
But that moment might have come and gone
All I have and all I know
Is this dream of you which keeps me living on
I look away but I keep seeing it
I don’t want to believe but I keep believing it
Shadows dance upon the wall
Shadows that seem to know it all
Am I too blind to see
Is my heart playing tricks on me
I’m lost in the crowd, all my tears are gone
All I have and all I know
Is this dream of you which keeps me living on
Everything I touch seems to disappear
Everywhere I turn, you are always here
I’ll run this race until my earthly death
I’ll defend this place with my dying breath
From a cheerless room
In a curtain gloom, I saw a star from heaven fall
I turned and looked again but it was gone
All I have and all I know
Is this dream of you which keeps me living on
I enjoyed that, thanks. His voice has roughened so, sounds like tom waits.
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ReplyDeleteThe best analysis about this song so far I found on the web. I enjoyed read your post while listening his Together Through Life audio DVD album. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteTo S&C... brilliant and insightful words of Dylan's exquisite poetry and melody. Your assessment is on the mark. I linked your posting to my high school Class of 1958 website and blog so that my classmates can enjoy it as well.
ReplyDeleteI stumbled on to this song one evening listening to my favorite folk radio station. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I have been listening to it since... I absorb a song by allowing it to repeat for hours. Dylan (a Class of 1959 contemporary) is aging like a fine wine.
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