From The Rolling Stones to David Bowie: Read the full lyrics to Bob Dylan’s song ‘I Contain Multitudes’
Bob Dylan has returned to with his latest effort, ‘I Contain Multitudes’, which follows his previously released 17-minute epic ‘Murder Most Foul’ and it continues to ride the expansive lyrical wave.
While his last effort feverishly remembered the last 60 years of popular history, Dylan has again revisited some of his contemporaries and historical figures as he sings: “I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones.”
Elsewhere, Dylan remembers the late and great David Bowie with a nod of the head to his 1972 song ‘The Young Dudes’ and rhymes it with his own title track: “I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes,” Dylan signs. “I contain multitudes.”
Writer and poets such as Edgar Allan Poe, Anthony Raftery and William Blake also get a mention: “I sing the songs of experience like William Blake,” Dylan says. “Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe,” he adds.
Hit play on the song and follow Dylan’s majestic lyrics, below.
Bob Dylan ‘I Contain Multitudes’ lyrics:
Today and tomorrow, and yesterday, too The flowers are dyin’ like all things do Follow me close, I’m going to Balian Bali I’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with me I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds I contain multitudes
Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe Got skeletons in the walls of people you know I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said I’ll drink to the man that shares your bed I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes I contain multitudes
Red Cadillac and a black moustache Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash Tell me, what’s next? What shall we do? Half my soul, baby, belongs to you I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes I contain multitudes
I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones I go right to the edge, I go right to the end I go right where all things lost are made good again I sing the songs of experience like William Blake I have no apologies to make Everything’s flowing all at the same time I live on the boulevard of crime I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods I contain multitudes
Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans All the pretty maids, and all the old queens All the old queens from all my past lives I carry four pistols and two large knives I’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moods I contain multitudes
You greedy old wolf, I’ll show you my heart But not all of it, only the hateful part I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed Get lost, madame, get up off my knee Keep your mouth away from me I’ll keep the path open, the path in my mind I’ll see to it that there’s no love left behind I’ll play Beethoven’s sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes I contain multitudes