Lay Down Your Weary Tune
Mike Denison (Lumberfork)
Bob Dylan from ‘63. Single track, single take, broken guitar and broken man trying to sing and forgetting Bob’s beautiful lyrics.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum
Struck by the sounds before the sun,
I knew the night had gone.
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn.
The ocean wild like an organ played
The seaweed’s wove its strands
The crashin’ waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands
I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws
The cryin’ rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love’s breast
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best
I gazed down in the river’s mirror
And watched its winding strum
The water smooth like a helling hymn
Fuck me
And like a harp did hum