I have never been one that was good at seeing the words and meaning past the words being sang in a song, but I’m sure going to try as I peel Bob Dylan’s song “Watching the River Flow”, apart stanza by stanza. In the first stanza he says that he says;
What’s the matter with me
I don’t have much to say
Daylight sneakin’ through the window
And I’m still in this all-night café
Walkin’ to and fro beneath the moon
Out to where the trucks are rollin’ slow
To sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow
Which to me says he’s kind of out of stuff to say and having problems writing things that people will enjoy and he is just sitting alone hoping for more inspiration on something that matters. All of his songs I heard in class had more to say than just the ones being sang and maybe he is starting to give up on trying the words to say to. He’s just sitting up all night in a café trying to find the words and they just are not coming to him. He goes for a lonely walk possibly drunk or lost from the ‘’to and fro’’ and then he like ‘’oh look a river’’. So he ends up just staring at the river, possibility looking for a muse.
Wish I was back in the city
Instead of this old bank of sand
With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
And the one I love so close at hand
If I had wings and I could fly
I know where I would go
But right now I’ll just sit here so contentedly
And watch the river flow
This part almost makes him sound depressed. Like he sat to long thinking of all the stuff he was missing. Like the city and his lady, I don’t really see anything to hidden in this only. Just a lonely guy starting to get depressed with where he is in life and how he would go back if it was that easy. But he can’t right now and he know that has to be ok too.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah
Makes you stop and all wonder why
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn’t help but