More or less a straight-up word list song, this one honoring Bob Dylan on his 80th birthday. The words and phrases are translations of the poetry of Arthur Rimbaud. I remember having a long conversation in class about whether the word “electronic” would have existed at the time Rimbaud was writing (consensus: no—it should be “small electric moons,” but TOO LATE).
Oh, I remember my major accomplishment here. The line from Rimbaud is “Ridiculous stubborn prayers.” A few years ago, a friend managed to use a line that was something like “did that giraffe have her baby yet?” by breaking it across two lines. So here, I “pulled an E” by doing the same thing.
Otherwise, it’s strange, but looking to my notebook, it seems as though things took a while to come together here, despite how central “hands that do no harm” seems to be to everything.
In revisiting this, the first rough recording I made felt unbearably slow; I had a temptation to do it at kind of frenetic Elliott Smith speed. I don’t really like where the tempo and rhythm have landed here.
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