There isn't a single track of all music history that I'd rather off myself than Mr. Tambourine Man. Besides its heavy drug overtones, I hear a song of melancholy. The dreadful decay of a person who wants so badly to continue on but without the aid of the drug, the narrator doesn't have the nerve. A song about heroin withdrawal never sounded beautifully. Each time I hear this song, I picture a man at this last moments, cradling his arm, his gun, his chest, himself as the last breaths are escaping him. Yes. That's exactly what I'd like to listen to as I am dying.
30 May 2008
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