Bob Dylan – Early Morning Rain (Self Portrait (1970))
“Early Morning Rain”
[Written by Gordon Lightfoot]
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with nowhere to go.
Cut on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
I’m stuck here on the ground, where the cold winds blow
The liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend, she’s rolling down at last.
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She’s away and westward bound, far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the morning rain don’t fall and the sun always shines
She’ll be flying over my home in about three hours time.
This old airport’s got me down, it’s no earthly good to me
Because I’m stuck here on the ground, cold and drunks as I might be
You can’t hop a jet plane like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain.
It occurs to me, listening to this track, that I’d never really gotten into the whole late 60’s-early 70’s singer-songwriter deal. Gordon Lightfoot, James Taylor, John Denver – you got a couple good songs in there, but it was just never my cup of tea. And hearing Dylan’s runthrough of “Early Morning Rain” doesn’t exactly change my mind. The RS review has particularly harsh words for this particular track; references are made to the “mawkish” quality of the actual song, the “stiff-formed-vowel” vocal, and an extremely uninteresting and generic backing track. And I’m absolutely with them – calling this song “cookie-cutter” might be an insult to cookie cutters. Perhaps if the song wasn’t so bleh (to quote Patton Oswalt, “feelin’ kinda sorta”) to begin with, some of the lesser qualities of the track could be overlooked. Sadly, that’s not the case.
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