Love is a country that’s better crossed when you’re young . . .
Jakob Dylan, lead singer for the Wallflowers, has a voice that is richly textured and sexy. He does have the legacy thing going, right? After all, his dad is Bob Dylan and those have to be pretty good rock and roll genes to get started with. But the voice of Dylan the elder, though always interesting and breathtaking, one in a million for sure, it is not something I would be too quick to describe as sexy and smooth. Well – except for when he sings those lines – kick your shoes off, do not fear, bring that bottle over here, I’ll be your baby tonight. But I digress.
Jakob Dylan knocked me back in my chair with the song Love is a Country from the Wallflowers come-back album Glad All Over. And I was a bit stunned to find, when I watched a couple of You-Tube videos, that there is definitely a Dylan family resemblance. (I may have been the only person in the world who had never seen a picture of Jakob Dylan and it shouldn’t have been surprising that he resembled a younger version of his father. It guess it was hard to imagine that anyone could resemble Bob Dylan.)
I’ve got two links for you and a suggestion. Pull up this first link to an acoustic version of the song and then shrink it so you can follow along with the lyrics – which I will provide for you further down the page. After you’ve done that, pull up the more rock and roll version from the Wallflowers’ appearance on the Letterman Show and just enjoy the difference.
Love is a Country
No, there won’t be an ambush anytime soon
If the birds are returning, it’s safe enough to say that much is true
In the desert that borders between me and you
Where more than a few good men have failed to come back or get through
And the only things living around here don’t wanna talk
And the wine isn’t working and the vacancy signs are off
The hardships of marching they’ve only just begun
Love is a country better crossed when you’re young
I’m staring in the window of a moving train
That looks almost human as she barrels down the tracks and comes my way
This no good dog of mine’s got the heart of a stray
And is down in the ditch lights before I’ve even a chance to call his name
I’m watching the clouds overwhelming the evening sun
It’s just after lightning and before the thunder comes
When nothing really happens and suddenly then it does
Love is a country better served with someone
I remember the evening you last came home
It was warm as the devil sat back up with his boots put back on
He said you never get boring, you keep me young
There’s more work than ever and still only one of me to get it done
Now her ring’s on the seat riding shotgun next to my hat
With her name on the window where fog settles down on the glass
Nowhere in the middle of somewhere that has no past
Love is a country you leave and not welcome back
You leave and not welcome back
Love is a country that won’t be overcome
That won’t be overcome
OK – are you still with me. Was it everything I said it would be? Nice, right?
Let’s delve into those lyrics. Right out of the gate, in the first verse, we’ve got a lot of war words – ambush, borders, a few good men have failed to come back, and the hardships of marching, but don’t be drawn down the wrong path. No way is this song about serving your country in battle – just a metaphor for relationship, folks. This is a love song, or more accurately, a lost love song, a song about the ways love is a battlefield, a country you are going to have to suffer to march through.
There’s a desert between him and her and more than a few good men haven’t made it through that type of situation. And the hardships of getting through have only just begun. Love is a country better crossed when you’re young.
He’s got the heart of a stray and I guess we all know what that could mean. Maybe it’s too hard to be alone and love is a country better served with someone – anyone.
He remembers the last time she came home. He was the devil sitting up with his boots still on, telling her she never gets boring, she keeps him young. But there’s work to do and only him to get it done.
It seems reasonable that whatever that work was, it drove them apart. The next line is the most heartbreaking of all – now her ring is riding shotgun on the seat next to my hat, with her name on the window where fog settles down on the glass. Oh man – that is beautiful. Lyrics like that pluck your heart right out of your chest and give it a good squeeze. Nowhere in the middle of somewhere that has no past, love is a country you leave and not welcome back.
I’ll just go now before my tears threaten to do something bizarre to my laptop.
Love it! Thanks for sharing. From my basement, Blythe
I’m so glad you enjoyed it and now that neither of us are working on Maggie’s farm no more – it’s all good! Yippee for basements and legacy.
I had to laugh: I not only didn’t know this boy was Dylan’s son, I didn’t even know he had a son, not to mention knowing this young man even existed! So, hey, you’re doing great. Loved the lyrics, but not the music so much, not my preferred style. I’m one of those who mourned the end of the folk era, and the introduction of all the noise. But it takes us all, it takes us all. Thanks!
Oh that sad day that Dylan went electric – it haunts many. I’m really enjoying the music posts – I’ve done two now and they’ve had a good response so I’ll probably throw another one in soon.
Epic lyrics, the cake, sexy voice the icing. I like this post!
And I like your comment – yup – Jakob has the whole cake thing going 🙂
I found your great blog through the WLC Blog Follows on the World Literary Cafe! Great to connect!
Thanks – I look forward to checking out your blog as well.
I’ve always been a fan of Jacob Dylan. Seen the Wallflowers live, many years ago with Blues Traveler. A great writer, like his Dad. 😉 -Luke
Thanks for stopping by Luke – still thinking about Blue88. Jakob sure is a talented guy!
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