Johnny’s In The Basement



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This week’s theme: Bob Dylan

What to YOUR mind is the newly crowned Nobel Laureate’s greatest lyrical contribution to music?

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‘To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be ________________________________________’

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44 thoughts on “Johnny’s In The Basement

  1. ZeligIsJaded

    ‘To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be
    ‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
    And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
    Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
    I shake it off, I shake it off
    Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
    And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
    Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
    I shake it off, I shake it off

  2. Cllc

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be-

    ‘Mona tried to tell me
    To stay away from the train line
    She said that all the railroad men
    Just drink up your blood like wine
    An’ I said, “Oh, I didn’t know that
    But then again, there’s only one I’ve met
    An’ he just smoked my eyelids
    An’ punched my cigarette’

    Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again (1966)

  3. Penfold

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be (maybe Trump can break it out!):

    “Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
    Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess”
    From “Idiot Wind”

    Or Tweeter and the Monkey Man – all of it

  4. Andyourpointiswhatexactly?

    Well now. On the basis of all this (bar, of course, ZeligIsJaded’s masterpiece) you wouldn’t exactly be flinging a Nobel Prize for Literature at him, would you?
    Poor ole Philip Roth. ROBBED, I tells ya.

  5. Mr. P

    One that always stuck with me is the brilliantly simple, yet deeply cutting message to someone who turned on him when he left the trad folk music scene..

    Positively 4th Street’ – 1965
    “I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes, you’d know then what a drag it is to see you..”

  6. Joseph

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be-
    Madame Butterfly, she lulled me to sleep, in a town without pity, where the water runs deep
    She said, “Be easy, baby, There ain’t nothing worth stealing in here!”

    – Tight Connection to my Heart

  7. ItWasChaosBilly

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be from To Ramona, a song to console even the heaviest of hearts:

    “The flowers of the city
    Though breathlike, get deathlike at times
    And there’s no use in tryin’
    To deal with the dyin’
    Though I cannot explain that in lines.”

    Some boy altogether.

  8. scottser

    Everybody say you’re using voodoo, your feet walk by themselves
    Well, everybody say you’re using voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
    Oh baby, that god you been praying to
    Is gonna give ya back what you’re wishing on someone else.

  9. bertie blenkinsop

    He woke up, the room was bare
    He didn’t see her anywhere
    He told himself he didn’t care
    Pushed the window open wide
    Felt an emptiness inside
    To which he just could not relate
    Brought on by a simple twist of fate

  10. Sean Zissou

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be from Talkin’ New York off his first album, some great versus but I like this

    Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
    Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
    I blowed inside out and upside down
    The man there said he loved my sound
    He was raving about he loved my sound
    Dollar a day’s worth.

    Also partial to the ‘Pump don’t work cause the vandals took the handle’ line from Subterranean Homesick Blues

  11. DSpot

    ‘To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be:

    Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels
    He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels
    And without further notice, he asks you how it feels
    And he says, “Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan”

    Ballad of a Thin Man

  12. bertie blenkinsop

    I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty
    There was no jewels, no nothin’, I felt I’d been had
    When I saw that my partner was just bein’ friendly
    When I took up his offer I must-a been mad

  13. Flattery

    “Now the Union Central is pulling out
    The orchids are in bloom
    I’ve only got me one good shirt left
    And it smells of stale perfume
    In 14 months I’ve only smiled once
    And I didn’t do it consciously
    Somebody’s got to find your trail
    I guess it must be up to me.”

    I love the specificity in it, and the resigned fatalism of the last two lines.

  14. Djin Genie

    We know Admin read the comments so why do they ignore questions about unethical practices in former competitions? A winner of an Angry Birds competition earlier this summer never received their prize and a €100 Lindt chocolate giveaway advertised two weeks ago was deleted after attracting 60 responses. Promotions with prizes are subject to legal requirements . . . Broadsheet and Lindt have breached the Advertising Standards Authority rules on promotional marketing, see ASAI code section 3.

    If they had explained why they took the post down (confessed to eating all the chocolate or misunderstanding the offer from Lindt) everyone would have accepted it and moved on. But Broadsheet is stonewalling worse than Noirín O’Sullivan. The irony of this hypocritical position from champions of investigative journalism is going right over their heads. It may be on a tiny scale but the fact that Broadsheet deals with embarrassing and potentially illegal situations by covering them up and instituting a wall of silence speaks volumes. It’s the principle that counts.

    1. Andyourpointiswhatexactly?

      I won a prize here ages ago. The guys who were supposed to hand over the prize were very slow in doing so. The Broadsheet guys were nothing but helpful in sorting it out for me.

      1. Djin Genie

        So we should excuse unethical behaviour just because they’re generally nice guys? That’s not right. They have to be held to account like anyone else: perhaps even to a higher standard, given their editorial position.

        No doubt they’re decent people and the vast majority of their competitions are fine. Mistakes are forgivable but a deliberate policy of covering them up without explanation is not. I can’t believe how badly their instincts are off on this one.

    2. Anne

      ” But Broadsheet is stonewalling worse than Noirín O’Sullivan.”

      She’s right.. I think we need an inquiry here.. A Who Ate The Chocolate, inquiry.
      My money’s on Karl..

      In fairness if a nice package of chocolate arrived at head quarters, and you’re looking at the chocolate for a few hours.. and the smell is just inviting you to have a little taste.. which would you choose? That’s right, not you, you miserable c***. Get a life.

      1. Anne

        I’m joking of course.
        In fact I recall winning beer once and I suggested sending it to some of the admins.. and they refused to accept it.

        You can’t control how a company behave.

        1. Djin Genie

          You’re not joking, you just can’t control how horrible and mean you are. I think it’s a question worth asking; you’re obviously entitled to disagree but your vicious insults are bang out of order.

          1. Anne

            It might be a question worth asking.. as in, what happen the chocolate. Not your tirade of comparing it to garda corruption.

            I think they should have a weekly spoof competition going forward.,,.it’d be great craic watching the likes of you getting your knickers in a twist.

            Admins, will ye tell her what happened the chocolate please and stop this stonewalling?

          2. Djin Genie

            I don’t care about the chocolate at all but I do care about hypocrisy. It really gets under my skin and makes me reach for the flaming sword. Investigations into corruption and coverups are by far the best thing about Broadsheet, so to see them do something dodgy and institute a cover-up themselves is extremely disappointing. If they choose to act without integrity that reflects poorly on them; if people like you can’t appreciate the significance, that’s on you. I’m glad I tried to right a wrong, even if a small one. Peace out.

  15. The Bad Ambassador

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be

    I’m a-thinking and a-wonderin’ walking down the road
    I once loved a woman, a child I am told
    I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
    But don’t think twice, it’s all right.

  16. realPolithicks

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be:
    “Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now”

  17. Ahh feck

    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
    Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop

    Nobel Laureate quality right there.

  18. Liam Deliverance

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be from Make you feel my Love –

    The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
    And on the highway of regret
    The winds of change are blowing wild and free
    You ain’t seen nothing like me yet

    I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
    Nothing that I wouldn’t do
    Go to the ends of the earth for you
    To make you feel my love

  19. Mike

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be
    Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
    You’re an idiot, babe
    It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

    Since Trump is still talking.

  20. Serval

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be:
    “Now, you see this one-eyed midget shouting the word “Now”
    And you say, “For what reason?” and he says, “How”
    And you say, “What does this mean?” and he screams back, “You’re a cow!
    Give me some milk or else go home”
    And you know something’s happening but you don’t know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?”
    from Ballad of a Thin Man

  21. Liam

    Probably too late here, but “Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream” is a hoot:

    Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy
    But I went into a bank
    To get some bail for Arab
    And all the boys back in the tank
    They asked me for some collateral
    And I pulled down my pants
    They threw me in the alley
    When up comes this girl from France
    Who invited me to her house
    I went, but she had a friend
    Who knocked me out
    And robbed my boots
    And I was on the street again

  22. Serval

    To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be:
    “Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
    Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
    But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
    You can tell by the way she smiles
    See the primitive wallflower frieze
    When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
    Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze
    I can’t find my knees.”
    Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
    But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.”
    from Visions of Johanna
    “Your cracked country lips
    I still wish to kiss
    As to be by the strength of you skin
    Your magnetic movements
    Still capture the minutes I’m in
    But it grieves my heart, love
    To see you tryin’ to be a part of
    A world that just don’t existv It’s all just a dream, babe
    A vacuum, a scheme, babe
    That sucks you into feelin’ like this.”
    from To Ramona

  23. Niallo

    “The beauty parlour is full of sailors” desolation row, from highway 61 revisited, because the closing sequence of the 1970 isle of wight festival.
    Captures the death throws of the hippie dream so perfectly, not 12 months after its birth at woodstock.
    Not a dry eye in the house…

  24. Daisy Chainsaw

    “So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
    Rock me momma any way you feel
    Hey, momma rock me
    Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
    Rock me momma like a south bound train
    Hey, momma rock me

  25. Harry Molloy

    I muttered something underneath my breath
    She studied the lines on my face
    I must admit I felt a little uneasy
    When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

  26. broadsideskid

    “The only thing I knew how to do
    was to keep on keepin’ on
    like a bird that flew
    Tangled Up In Blue”

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