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    Bob Dylan Releases 17-Minute Song About JFK Assassination

    For years, Bob Dylan fans have spoken in a sort of hushed awe about the longest song he ever released, “Highlands,” an album side-length 1997 track that ran 16 minutes and 31 seconds. Now, 23 years later, he’s slightly outdone himself. As the clock struck midnight on the east coast Friday morning, Dylan released a new song, “Murder Most Foul,” that has a running time just seconds shy of the 17-minute mark — and it’s an epic free association on the 1963 assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

    Little information was given about the surprise track, except for a brief statement from Dylan himself:

    “Greetings to my fans and followers with gratitude for all your support and loyalty over the years.

    “This is an unreleased song we recorded a while back that you might find interesting.

    “Stay safe, stay observant and may God be with you.

    “Bob Dylan”


    A Dylan representative said the statement was all the information they would be releasing about the song, so whether “a while back” means a matter of months or many years remains a mystery.

    Dylan’s tender vocal tone — a trademark of his more recent shows and recordings — and elements of the song’s minimal bed of violin, piano and light percussion quickly had hardcore fans guesstimating that the tune might actually be of fairly recent vintage.

    His last album of original material, “Tempest,” came out in 2012, although he has released three sets of his interpretations of songs from the Great American Songbook in-between, the last of which was the triple-album “Triplicate” three years ago. Rumors have been rampant that this year Dylan might be releasing his first album of self-penned songs in eight years, but there’s been no confirmation of that.

    The lyrics of the monumental track will fascinate Dylanologists who’ve waited years for something fresh to dissect, since there’s literally half an album’s worth of lyrical material just in one track here.

    In verses that proceed freely enough that it’s not always easy to break them down into separate stanzas, the lyrics often speak extremely literally of the Kennedy assassination, with a bent toward conspiratorial takes on the event. But as the song goes along it breaks more freely into a pop-culture fantasia.

    Dylan frequently references or riffs on 1960s events, catchphrases or titles, with lines that include: “The Beatles are coming, they’e gonna hold your hand” (the arrival of the Fab Four in America in early 1964 is regarded by some as a tonic to the lingering depression from the assassination); “ferry cross the Mersey and go for the throat” (only part of which is a nod to Gerry and the Pacemakers); “Tommy can you hear me, I’m the Acid Queen,” and “I’m going to Woodstock, it’s the Aquarian age / Then I’ll go to Altamont and stand near the stage.”

    Dylan doesn’t have his head entirely in the ’60s: “Frankly Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn” also comes up for a citation. And eventually, so do — moving into the ’70s, and beyond and back — Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks, Don Henley and Glenn Frey, the Allman Brothers Band’s Dickey Betts, “Only the Good Die Young, “Nightmare on Elm Street,” Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd, Art Pepper, Oscar Peterson, Stan Getz, “Charlie Parker and all that junk,” Nat King Cole, Marilyn Monroe, John Lee Hooker, Wolfman Jack, Patsy Cline, Houdini, “Wake Up Little Suzy,” “Let the Good Times Roll,” “The Old Rugged Cross,” “Down in the Boondocks,” “The Merchant of Venice,” “Memphis in June,” “Moonlight Sonata,” “Play Misty for Me,” “Lonely at the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave.”

    Occasionally, Dylan directly marries his pop-culture references and the assassination, as when he sings, “You got me Dizzy Miss Lizzy, you fill me with lead.” Or: “What’s new pussycat, what’d I say / I said the soul of a nation been torn away.”

    When it comes to the actual assassination, Dylan doesn’t skimp on the details: “They blew off his head while he was still in the car,” he sings in the first stanza. Later on, he traces the car’s frantic exit away from Dealey Plaza in Dallas, even taking the first-person point of view of the deceased Kennedy: “Riding in the backseat next to my wife / And it’s straight on into the afterlife / I’m leaning to the left I got my head in her lap…” He gets specific about details following the death, too — like “Johnson sworn in at 2:38.”

    He also takes the point of view of Kennedys assailant — or, in his view, assailants — singing provocative lines like, “We’ve already got someone here to take your place,” or, of Kennedy’s brothers, “we’ll get them as well.”

    Dylan’s fascination with the Kennedy assassination is nothing new — it dates back to 1963. At least, Robert Shelton’s biography, “Bob Dylan: No Direction Home,” recounts an incident three months after the killing when the singer and his fellow travelers took a detour to Dealey Plaza and “took the station wagon along Kennedy’s path,” “appraised the theory that Oswald acted alone” and “started acting like a detective.”

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    The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.

    "I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."

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    The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.

    "I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."

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    Dear Mr. Robert Zimmerman,

    You are 57 years too late with that crap. Go protest something else. ( and somewhere else) you ceased to relevant in the 60s. ( for about 6 minutes).
    F**K Cancer

    Just Damn.

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    Bob Dylan and his music suck ass
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    If you hit the CD button in my truck right now, Hurricane would start.. Years before that movie came out, I was seventeen, another movie released. The name of it was Dazed and Confused... keep in mind the Emporium scene.

    A couple years later I was having a welcome back "Me" party, finishing all of my military training. I had a guy set up and ready to play it when my crowd of people were fully congregated at the lake house.. When I did my Wooterson walk into the crowd, the song began, pretty badassed mind you.

    Some might forget that The Band and Dyaln were pretty tight, released a live album together, and lived at Woodstock before it became Woodstock
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    I'm pretty open to most stuff, I know he's a "legend", but I have to say......"That sucks monkey nutz"

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    probably after David Allen Coe, he's one of the worst people to see live

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    He got the cops called on him in Greenville in the eighties for trying to enter Memorial Auditorium to perform his show. The authorities thought he was homeless. That said, all his music ain’t bad. I ran around with a hippy hick for a while that had Maggie’s Farm on a loop. That got old quickly.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Baggy View Post
    I ran around with a hippy hick for a while that had Maggie’s Farm on a loop. That got old quickly.
    Did he have tigers and meth?

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    Haha chick. Lol. All female sportin tackle for sure.

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    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”
    The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.

    "I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."

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    Quote Originally Posted by nitro5x6's View Post
    Dear Mr. Robert Zimmerman,

    You are 57 years too late with that crap.
    Naw...that ship ain't sailed yet. It's still moored in the dock.
    The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.

    "I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."

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    The Beatles, Pink Floyd, The Who, and Led Zeppelin are on my list for suckiest music, right behind Dylan.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Baggy View Post
    Haha chick. Lol. All female sportin tackle for sure.
    Your documentary sales just plummeted.

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    Mr Wolfman is only thing worth noting in that song!

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