Scribd
Upload
182 views4 pages

Paul McCartney Wrote A Poem About Dylan

Paul is dead, miss him, him.

Uploaded by

A. J. Weberman
Copyright
© © All Rights Reserved
We take content rights seriously. If you suspect this is your content, claim it here.
Available Formats
Download as DOCX, PDF, TXT or read online on Scribd
182 views4 pages

Paul McCartney Wrote A Poem About Dylan

Paul is dead, miss him, him.

Uploaded by

A. J. Weberman
Copyright
© © All Rights Reserved
We take content rights seriously. If you suspect this is your content, claim it here.
Available Formats
Download as DOCX, PDF, TXT or read online on Scribd
You are on page 1/ 4

Paul McCartney wrote a poem about Dylan-Weberman myth

entitled, In Liverpool:

By the sports field of the Institute


Lives Soft Sid, the harmless village fool
Greeting kids who pass the other side
Saying Hello Children

“By the sports field of the Institute” on MacDougall Street


where a representative of the National Institute of Dylanology stole
Dylan’s trash for sport “Lives Soft Sid, the harmless village fool”
lives Bob Dylan the Greenwich Village a harmless heroin addict as
he has enough bread to support his habit “Soft” as in The Soft
Machine by William Burroughs, a book about heroin “Greeting kids
who pass the other side” greeting an audience that thinks the
opposite of the way he does “Saying Hello Children” conning them.

Listening to the bin man holding court


Promising to buy a brand new bike
King of little children for a day
He gives them money

“Listening to the bin man holding court” listening to the


garbologist expounding on various subjects and at the same time
“Promising to buy a brand new bike” still copping smack. “Brand
new” as in Brand New Leopard Pillbox Hat that contained these
lines:

Well, you must tell me, baby


How your head feels under somethin' like that

Honey, can I jump on it sometime?


Yes, I just wanna see
If it's really that expensive kind

Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you


It's bad for your health, he said
A. J. WEBERMAN: LISTENERS GUIDE TO TEMPEST

“King of little children for a day” king of the naive fans,


Queen for a Day, a 1950’s TV program “He gives them money” he
gives them his imagination, talent.

McCartney also made reference to the Dylan / Weberman


relationship in a poem entitled Give the Man a Break

Workers on the picket line


Picking up the trash
Executive negotiators
Shout about the cash

“Workers on the picket line” a member of the working class,


a Communist, protesting against Bob Dylan “picking up the trash”
going through his garbage “executive” men interested in the conduct
of national affairs “negotiators” who are trying to bring about
something through conference, discussion, “shout about the cash”
shout about how much money Dylan has and shout about having
found a letter to Johnny Cash in Dylan’s trash.

Give the man a break


Give the guy a chance
Ain’t no law say a man can’t dance

2
A. J. WEBERMAN: LISTENERS GUIDE TO TEMPEST

“Give the man a break” give Bob Dylan an escape: a prison


break “Give the guy a chance” Give Bob Dylan a favorable set of
circumstances; an opportunity: a chance to escape “Ain’t no law say
a man can’t dance” what is wrong with getting high? What is wrong
with singing what you want to sing rather than what someone tells
you to sing?

Doctor’s gonna operate


Wants to know if you’d
Like to buy a kidney
Mustn’t eat the food

“Doctor’s gonna operate” suppliers of drugs are going to


push dope “Operate” informal to conduct business in an irregular or
devious manner: drug dealers operating in the projects. “Wants to
know if you’d like to buy a kidney” wants to know if you want to buy
some smack “mustn’t eat the food” sarcastic: mustn’t give it a try
food - anything that provides mental stimulus for thinking.

Later in the hospital


While he’s on his job
Poisoned in the kitchen
By a dirty slob

“Later in the hospital” later having made the jump to insanity


“While he’s on his job” “job” informal a criminal act, especially a
robbery: a garbology job stealing trash “Poisoned” and I used
garbology to poison people’s minds about Dylan “in the kitchen”
cooking up fixes “By a dirty slob” by A. J. Weberman.

Yeah I did go round telling everyone Dylan’s poems were


about junk. That was a new one in rock and literary history. Hey wait
a cotton pickin’ minute. Paul McCartney called me a dirty slob. But if
you call someone a dirty slob in the forest and no one hears it, has
the event actually occurred?

I am putting an end to this book here. I suppose I could go


over my work and find errors, find new embedded meaning and

3
A. J. WEBERMAN: LISTENERS GUIDE TO TEMPEST

compile more derogatory information about the hopeless case, Bob


Dylan. But I had enough until his next batch of poems comes out.

You might also like

pFad - Phonifier reborn

Pfad - The Proxy pFad of © 2024 Garber Painting. All rights reserved.

Note: This service is not intended for secure transactions such as banking, social media, email, or purchasing. Use at your own risk. We assume no liability whatsoever for broken pages.


Alternative Proxies:

Alternative Proxy

pFad Proxy

pFad v3 Proxy

pFad v4 Proxy