He Gambled All His Life, He's Got

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Like The Lion Tears The Flesh Off A Man, So Can A Woman Who Passes Herself Off As A Male.

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.