Bob still contains a multitude of hits as 80 beckons

You could say Bob is back on everything – including a roll!

Yep, at almost 80 Bob is still rolling out a new catalogue of hits.

After the shock release on the internet of Murder Most Foul, the enigmatic rock hero of two centuries then dropped I Contain Multitudes on a world in lock-down.

And I’ve just been listening to it again… I love it, it is another ruminative beautiful gravely clock-ticking mixture of hip memories, a trip through Americana and a sad love song.

He rumblesToday, tomorrow and yesterday too

The flowers are dying

Like all things do

And he refers to a quaint element of his live performancesI fuss with my hair

And I fight blood feuds

I contain multitudes

He also recognises Edgar Allan Poe Got a tell-tale heart

like Mr Poe

Got skeletons in the wall

of people you know

But obviously, the main debt is to Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself which is an eponymous work of power and beauty – and made in the folk tradition of ‘the borrowers’. But isn’t that what all writers, artists, performers, athletes and humans generally do? Borrow something, a word, a thought, an ambition, a decision, something that moves you?

And here Dylan does is brilliantly.

Here is the full lyric:

I CONTAIN MULTITUDES

Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin’ like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Balian Bali
I’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes

Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said
I’ll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes

Red Cadillac and a black moustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what’s next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes

I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything’s flowing all at the same time
I live on the boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes
Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moods
I contain multitudes

You greedy old wolf, I’ll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I’ll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there’s no love left behind
I’ll play Beethoven’s sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitude
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By Leigh Banks

I am a journalist, writer and broadcaster ... lately I've been concentrating on music, I spent many years as a music critic and a travel writer ... I gave up my last editorship a while ago and started concentrating on my blog. I was also asked to join AirTV International as a co host of a new show called Postcard ...

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