Dylanisms

[Spanky]

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you ?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them do you think could destroy you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

Great song Charon, from Blonde on Blonde album. 
Not looking, but I think the line, "With your mercury mouth, in the missionary time" ha, is in the song.  Lots of the time, I think I have an idea of what he's getting at--some songs are of course straight lyrical stories; but some lines like this one, sound good, have no idea what it means.  But Shakespeare's contemporary detractors said the same about his prose.  But yours is a good example of good stuff.

Spanky

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