Bob Dylan: Buckets of Rain Meaning
Buckets of Rain Lyrics
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love honey baby
I can stand.
I been meek
And hard like and oak
I seen pretty people disappear...
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A very depressed individual the song is a representation of the blues.
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he says this album is NOT about his relationship at the time, but it's so prevalent in most of the songs. Blood on the Tracks is my favorite album by him. the title itself, at least to me, is a play on words. the "Blood" not being on railroad tracks, per see, but the "Tracks" on the album. the Songs are the Tracks. it wasn't obvious to me until after i heard the whole album
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I dated a girl who hated Bob Dylan. She made fun of this song in particular. Ironically, that whole album, Blood on the Tracks, was about our relationship(s).
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I think this song is about buckets of rain. Not metaphorical buckets but literal buckets like the 5 gallon orange Homer paint buckets you get at Home Depot for $5 + $1 extra for the lid. Imagine several of these filled with water and slowly dumped on your head from 20 feet above. The sore neck and headaches you would endure would inspire you to write lyrics comparing the experience to a true love leaving you suddenly on a cold rainy night and your feeling of agony and helplessness to prevent it.
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