Twister_Ken
Well-Known Member
Is \"Tambourine Man\" a boat? Discuss.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (those intimate noises when the boat talks to you)
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to. (That "I'm not ready to go off watch yet" feeling)
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. (Ah yes, halyards on masts)
Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand, (where did I put it?)
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. (We all know that feeling at 0500 on a raw morning)
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, (ditto)
I have no one to meet, (single-handing?)
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. (a deserted anchorage - a roadstead?)
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship (say no more)
My senses have been stripped, (yes)
My hands can't feel to grip (lots of short tacking, maybe),
My toes too numb to step (cold, wet feet)
Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering. (spelling mistake, should be boat heels)
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade.
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. (Poetic that, the spell cast by the sea and a good ship)
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, (The chuckle of water at the bow, the masthead swinging madly cross the sun, obvioulsy going down wind)
It's not aimed at anyone,
It's just escaping on the run, (Told you - going down wind)
And but for the sky there are no fences facing (no fences at sea, but 'fences' of cumulus coming across the sky)
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme,
To your tambourine in time. (that'll be me singing along to the boat's rythm)
It's just a ragged clown behind, (that's me, the ragged clown behind - in the cockpit)
I wouldn't pay it any mind,
It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing. (Following the same dream as the boat)
Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind (worried about poor viz)
Down the foggy ruins of time (ditto)
Far past the frozen leaves (seaweed)
The haunted frightened tree (kelp)
Out to the windy beach ( a lee shore)
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. (altered course from a run to a reach)
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free (one hand for the ship, one for yourself)
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
I rest my Musto seabag.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me (those intimate noises when the boat talks to you)
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to. (That "I'm not ready to go off watch yet" feeling)
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. (Ah yes, halyards on masts)
Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand, (where did I put it?)
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. (We all know that feeling at 0500 on a raw morning)
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, (ditto)
I have no one to meet, (single-handing?)
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. (a deserted anchorage - a roadstead?)
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship (say no more)
My senses have been stripped, (yes)
My hands can't feel to grip (lots of short tacking, maybe),
My toes too numb to step (cold, wet feet)
Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering. (spelling mistake, should be boat heels)
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade.
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. (Poetic that, the spell cast by the sea and a good ship)
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, (The chuckle of water at the bow, the masthead swinging madly cross the sun, obvioulsy going down wind)
It's not aimed at anyone,
It's just escaping on the run, (Told you - going down wind)
And but for the sky there are no fences facing (no fences at sea, but 'fences' of cumulus coming across the sky)
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme,
To your tambourine in time. (that'll be me singing along to the boat's rythm)
It's just a ragged clown behind, (that's me, the ragged clown behind - in the cockpit)
I wouldn't pay it any mind,
It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing. (Following the same dream as the boat)
Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind (worried about poor viz)
Down the foggy ruins of time (ditto)
Far past the frozen leaves (seaweed)
The haunted frightened tree (kelp)
Out to the windy beach ( a lee shore)
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. (altered course from a run to a reach)
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free (one hand for the ship, one for yourself)
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
I rest my Musto seabag.
