Det känns som jag är en av få som är positiv till att Bob Dylan har fått nobelpriset. Jag gillar Bob Dylans musik främst för texterna, men en sak som slagit mig är att jag faktiskt inte lyssnat så mycket på Bob Dylan själv, utan hans sånger har kommit till mig genom andra artisters tolkningar. På 70-talet då jag nådde tonåren fanns mängder med tolkningar av hans låtar och jag minns faktiskt att jag någon gång på högstadiet fick försöka översätta en Bob Dylan text på engelskan.(En lärare ville vara progressiv som man sa på den tiden). Den Dylan-låt som gjort absolut störst intryck på mig är den långa Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts i Joan Baez version i från hennes live-album From Every Stage. Ett scenario från gamla vilda västern och när man läser texten förstår man vad Sara Danius menade med att Dylan är så fantastiskt bra på att rimma.Dylans egen tolkning finns på hans ”skilsmässoalbum” Blood on the tracks”.
Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts
The festival was over and the boys were all plannin’ for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall
The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin’ wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standin’ in the doorway lookin’ like the Jack of Hearts
He moved across the mirrored room, ”Set it up for everyone” he said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin’
Before he turned their heads
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
”Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?”
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin’ five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin’ for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets were fillin’ up, the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin’, you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts
Big Jim was no one’s fool, he owned the town’s only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance lookin’ so dandy and so fine
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin’ like a queen without a crown
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
”Sorry, darlin’, that I’m late” but he didn’t seem to hear
He was starin’ into space over at the Jack of Hearts
”I know I’ve seen that face before, ” Big Jim was thinkin’ to himself
”Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody’s shelf
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin’ at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts
Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
She did whatever she had to do
She had that certain flash every time she smiled
She’d come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
But she’d never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts
The hangin’ judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin’ in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
It was known all around that Lily had Jim’s ring
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
No, nothin’ ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary started drinkin’ hard and seein’ her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin’ the role of Big Jim’s wif
She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide
Was lookin’ to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazin’ to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts
Lily took her dress off, buried it away
”Has your luck run out?” she laughed at him
”Well, I guess you must have known it would someday”
”Be careful not to touch the wall, there’s a brand-new coat of paint
I’m glad to see you’re still alive, you’re lookin’ like a saint”
Down the hallway footsteps were comin’ for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
”There’s something funny going on” he said
”I can just feel it in the air”
He went to get the hangin’ judge, but the hangin’ judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts
No one knew the circumstance
But they say that it happened pretty quick
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked
And Big Jim was standin’ there, ya couldn’t say surprised
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin’ to the Jack of Hearts
Two doors down, the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe
It’s said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn’t go no further without the Jack of Hearts
The next day was hangin’ day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn’t even blink
The hangin’ judge was sober, he hadn’t had a drink
The only person on the scene missin’ was the Jack of Hearts
The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, ”Closed for repair”
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
She was thinkin’ ’bout her father, who she very rarely saw
Thinkin’ ’bout Rosemary and thinkin’ about the law
But most of all she was thinkin’ ’bout the Jack of Hearts
Jag ville läslyssna på något amerikanskt under min New York vistelse och mest av en slump föll valet på flickan med ryggsluts-tatueringen. Jag hade hört att Amy pratar utpräglad New York-dialekt vilket nog bidrog till mitt val och så gillar jag böcker som får mig att skratta. Jag fick skratta men till skillnad från stå-upp komik-Amy är boken betydligt mera lågmäld och eftertänksam. Jag finner att jag efter avslutad läsning tycker väldigt mycket om Amy och tycker att som ung kvinna strax över 30 är hon en utmärkt förebild för unga tjejer.
