GRUDGE SONG OF THE WEEK

The grudge content of songs is high. Let’s have a look at some of the best grudge songs out there, and see what conclusions we can draw about the grudges that have provided such inspiration…

 

WEEK 2  —  Idiot Wind  by BOB DYLAN

THE LYRICS

 

Idiot Wind – Bob Dylan

Someone’s got it in for me.
They’re planting stories in the press.
Whoever it is, I wish they’d cut it out quick.
But when they will, I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy.
She inherited a million bucks,
And when she died it came to me.
I can’t help it if I’m lucky

 

People see me all the time,
And they just can’t remember how to act.
Their minds are filled with big ideas –
Images and distorted facts.
Even you. Yesterday,
You had to ask me where it was at.
I couldn’t believe after all these years
You didn’t know me better than that,
Sweet lady.

 

Idiot wind,
Blowing every time you move your mouth.
Blowing down the back roads, headin’ south.
Idiot wind,
Blowing every time you move your teeth.
You’re an idiot, babe.
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

 

I ran into the fortune-teller
Who said, ‘Beware of lightning that might strike.’
I haven’t known peace and quiet
For so long, I can’t remember what it’s like.
There’s a lone soldier on the cross,
Smoke pourin’ out of a boxcar door.
You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done.
In the final end, he won the wars,
After losin’ every battle.

 

I woke up on the roadside,
Daydreamin’ ’bout the way things sometimes are.
Visions of your chestnut mare
Shoot through my head and are makin’ me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best
And cover up the truth with lies.
One day you’ll be in the ditch,
Flies buzzin’ around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

 

Idiot wind,
Blowing through the flowers on your tomb.
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind,
Blowing every time you move your teeth.
You’re an idiot, babe.
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

 

It was gravity which pulled us down
And destiny which broke us apart.
You tamed the lion in my cage
But it just wasn’t enough to change my heart.
Now everything’s a little upside down.
As a matter of fact, the wheels have stopped.
What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good.
You’ll find out when you reach the top.
You’re on the bottom.

 

I noticed at the ceremony,
Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind.
I can’t remember your face anymore.
Your mouth has changed.
Your eyes don’t look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day,
And sat stone-faced while the building burned.
I waited for you on the running boards,
Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn.

 

Idiot wind,
Blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind,
Blowing every time you move your teeth.
You’re an idiot, babe.
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

 

I can’t feel you anymore.
I can’t even touch the books you’ve read.
Every time I crawl past your door,
I been wishin’ I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks,
Down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars,
Hounded by your memory
And all your ragin’ glory.

 

I been double-crossed now
For the very last time and now I’m finally free.
I kissed goodbye the howling beast
On the borderline which separated you from me.
You’ll never know the hurt I suffered
Nor the pain I rise above,
And I’ll never know the same about you,
Your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

 

Idiot wind,
Blowing through the buttons of our coats.
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind,
Blowing through the dust upon our shelves.
We’re idiots, babe.
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

 

SOPHIE’S  TAKE

This is my favourite song of all time. I first got to know it when I was about eleven. I remember thinking, ‘A better song than this simply cannot exist’, and I haven’t changed my mind since. This is the song I’d take to a desert island if I were only allowed one song.

From a grudge point of view, Dylan describes his grudges more powerfully than anyone else: ‘You hurt the ones that I love best, and cover up the truth with lies./One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes,/Blood on your saddle.’

I suspect Dylan is, or was, a proud grudge-holder who understands that negative feelings are a natural and healthy part of life, because he expresses such feelings so beautifully and memorably. He certainly doesn’t sound as if he’s worried that Ekhart Tolle will listen to Idiot Wind and decide he’s not very enlightened!

At the end of the song, there’s an amazing grudge twist, as the  lyrics reveal that the song’s narrator is as angry and disgusted by his own behaviour as he is by the behaviour of his grudgee.

OTHER GRUDGE GOODIES

“Hopefully once you’ve read this book, you will  understand that grudges can and should be great, and you’ll be inspired to pass on the gift of grudge-holding to the next generation. Sending yourself and your loved ones out into the world with a strong grudge-growing ability is as essential as putting on a helmet and not drinking four bottles of vodka before getting onto your motorbike and zooming off down the motorway. Trust me: it’s true