I recently reacquainted myself with Bob Dylan's New Morning album. It has been totally underrated. Although the subject matter is deeply personal, he sings and plays with a subtle looseness that it is refreshing. Clearly this is predecessor to one of his greatest albums of all time: Blood On The Tracks. In this album, the wheels were coming off his marriage. In Blood, it was all over; only the taste of ashes remains. Blood on the tracks was an amazingly realized album of rage and anguish. New Morning still has moments of sunshine and optimism. The looseness of his voice, the music, and the lyrics were a breather-- the calm before the storm:
New Morning
Can't you hear that rooster crowin'?
Rabbit runnin' down across the road
Underneath the bridge where the water flowed through
So happy just to see you smile
Underneath the sky of blue
On this new morning, new morning
On this new morning with you.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?
Automobile comin' into style
Comin' down the road for a country mile or two
So happy just to see you smile
Underneath the sky of blue
On this new morning, new morning
On this new morning with you.
The night passed away so quickly
It always does when you're with me.
Can't you feel that sun a-shinin'?
Ground hog runnin' by the country stream
This must be the day that all of my dreams come true
So happy just to be alive
Underneath the sky of blue
On this new morning, new morning
On this new morning with you.
So happy just to be alive
Underneath the sky of blue
On this new morning, new morning
On this new morning with you.
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