This is vs 1 before his reflective refrain.

“Crimson flames tied through my ears”

I’m thinking this has to do with how certain Dylan was that the ideas he had were true, big T true. His certainty motivated him to set up the following line as a battle strategy against those who thought differently.

“Rollin’ high and mighty traps”

Here’s the confidence of youth from that certainty setting up traps for those who didn’t know what he did.

“Pounced with fire on flaming roads”

Raw and fiery determination set his course. The strength of his youth dedicated to the journey.

“Using ideas as my maps”

He simply let his imagination and belief guide him.

“‘We’ll meet on edges, soon,’ said I”

Whether he’s speaking to the enemies of his truth or his fellow travelers doesn’t seem to matter here.

“Proud ’neath heated brow”

The heat in his head produced by the crimson flames, fire, and flaming roads.

The refrain to the verses is the reflection after some time on that road, recognizing that he really didn’t get it after all, or if he did get it, he is less certain that his truth was big T truth, or that he should have brandished his weapons against those who disagreed with him.

See comment on paragraph #15.

Never trust any commentator on Biblical themes who does not know the name of the last book of the Bible.  It is Revelation, or the Revelation to St. John.  It is not “Revelations.”  It is one long revelation.  Anybody who does not know this probably doesn’t know much about how the book should be interpreted.

oops nevermind

Ahab not Arab 🙂

Retracted, it’s clearly about his woman on the side : )

Still a great depiction of a fearsomely loyal woman.

I think the museum scene is coherently surrealistic and absolutely brilliant – history and the infinite, how long life can feel without your love, the contrast between the idealized Mona Lisa (“the delicate wallflower”, which is just insanely brilliant) and the repulsive women admiring the painting. While rhyming “freeze, sneeze, knees” may just seem like more loose rhyming, they are coherently offensive depictions of women (a jelly-faced woman sneezing, mules with their jewels and binoculars, presumably to inspect the art better), though the last fat joke about not being able to see their knees is redeemed by the fact that Mona Lisa also doesn’t have knees, or anything else from the neck down….that she is not perfect either, beyond her “highway blues”.

The last stanza is the most cryptic and most tempting to dismiss. I think the reference to two Jewish archetypes (peddler, fiddler) is very striking. And there is something suggestive about a violin player – a musician and artist – delivering the message (or perhaps simple life advice) that there are no debts, that we are not beholden, on something as prosaic as a fish truck. Dylan’s “conscience explodes”, suggesting the resulting freedom of the realization. And then he makes his own music with the skeleton keys of his harmonica, transforming the visions of Johana into art – the only thing you can do with lost love other than dwell or  try to forget.

Sean Wilentz writes in passing, in “Bob Dylan in America”, that this stanza is from Louise’s perspective.

I thought perhaps it is the voice inside the narrator who won’t let him forget Johanna (“speaks of a farewell kiss to me”), but has a lot of gall to hang around the narrator constantly, muttering, even though he has nothing useful to contribute.

But yes, like so often in Dylan, the (at times too easy) rhymes inform the lines, and efforts to read too deep into every word are misplaced.

I used to find this one of his sloppier lyrics actually, and my interest in the lyrics (as opposed to the amazing musical arrangement) waned after the absolutely genius mood-setting of the opening (“but there’s nothing really nothing to turn off”.

It was only when I really reflected on the blinding brilliance of the line”the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face” that I gave the rest of the lyrics real attention.

I think “handful of rain” is a metaphor for Louise crying into her hands. She is perhaps a woman who uses her love for the unsatisfied narrator – and the devastation it would cause if he left her – to guilt him into staying, even though he knows the relationship is not right. For whatever reason, maybe because he already knows no one will measure up to Johanna, he can’t defy her tears and move on.