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– Dylan, to Cameron Crowe ..He spoke of one song he was particularly proud of, that he’d written “a while back,” that successfully functioned on the level of complexity of his mid-sixties material, taking the listener outside of time.. He said the song was called “Caribbean Wind”.

~Bob Dylan (to Paul Williams Nov 1980)

@ #35 on my list of Dylan’s 200 best songs. We got 3 versions of this brilliant song.. the best is the live versions he played on November 12, 1980.

“Biograph” version

Recorded 30 April 1981 @ Clover Recorders – Los Angeles, California

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Musicians:

Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)

Steve Ripley (guitar)

Fred Tackett (guitar)

Benmont Tench (keyboards)

Steve Douglas (saxophone)

Carl Pickhardt (piano)

Tim Drummond (bass)

Jim Keltner (drums)

Madelyn Quebec, Regina Havis & Clydie King (backing vocals)

Lyrics for “Biograph” version:

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost

From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.

I was playin’ a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.

Told about Jesus, told about the rain

She told me ’bout the jungle where her brothers were slain

By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously. Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far?

Were we sniper bait Did we follow a star

Through the hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach?

Could I have been used and played as a pawn?

It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on

When men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech.

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on ’em iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire.

Sea breeze blowin’, there’s a hellhound loose

Redeemed men who have escaped from the noose

Preaching faith and salvation, waitin’ on the night to arrive.

He was well connected but her heart was a snare

And she had left him to die in there

He was goin’ down slow, just barely stayin’ alive. The cry of the peacock, flies buzz in my head

Ceiling fan broken, there’s a heat in my bed

Street band playing “Nearer My God to Thee.”

We met at the station where the mission bells ring

She said, “I know what you’re thinkin’, but there ain’t a thing

You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree.”

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico

Fannin’ the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on ’em iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire.

Atlantic City by the cold grey sea

Hear a voice crying “Daddy”, I always think it’s for me,

But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.

Every new messenger brings in evil report

‘Bout armies on the march and time that is short

An’ famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin’ down of the walls. Did you ever have a dream that you couldn’t explain?

Did you ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain?

She had chrome brown eyes that I won’t forget as long as she’s gone.

I see the screws breakin’ loose, see the devil poundin’ on tin

I see a house in the country bein’ torn from within.

I can hear my ancestors callin’ from the land far beyond.

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico

Fannin’ the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on ’em iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire.









–

Shot Of Love Sessions 31.03.1981 / Studio 55 version

Recorded @ Studio A, Studio 55 – Los Angeles, California

This is in my opinion a far better version than the “Biograph” version.

Was she a child or a woman? I can’t say which

One to another she could easily switch.

Couples were dancin’ an’ i lost track of the hours.

Studio 55 lyrics:

She was well rehearsed, fair brown and blonde

She had friends who was busboys and friends in the Pentagon

Playin’ a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.

Talked in the shadows where they talked in the rain

I could tell she was still feelin’ the pain

Pain of rejection, pain of infidelity. Was she a child or a woman? I can’t say which

One to another she could easily switch.

Couples were dancin’ an’ i lost track of the hours.

He was well prepared, i knew he was

Paying attention like a rattlesnake does

When he’s hearin’ footsteps tramplin’ over his flowers.

And that Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico

From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.

An’ them distant ships of liberty on ’em iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me, nearer to the fire.

She looked into my soul through the clothes that i wore

She said, “We got a mutual friend standin’ at the door.

Yeah, you know he’s got our best interest in mind.”

He was well connected, but her heart was a snare

And she had left him to die in there

Here were payments due and he was a little behind. Well i slept in a hotel where flies buzz my head

Ceiling fan was broken, there was heat in my bed

Street band playin’, “Nearer My God To Thee.”

We met in secret where we drank from a spring

She said, “I know what you’re thinkin’, but there ain’t a thing

We can do about it, so we might as well let it be.”

The Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico

From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.

An’ them distant ships of liberty on ’em iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me, nearer to the fire.

Atlantic City, two years to the day

I hear a voice cryin’, “Daddy” and i looked that way

But it’s only the silence on the buttermilk hills that call.

Every new messenger bringin’ evil reports

‘Bout riotin’ armies and time that is short

An’ earthquakes and train wrecks and hate words scribbled on walls. Would i have married her? I don’t know i suppose

She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes

But i heard my mirrored destiny said to be movin’ on.

And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom

For the sake of “Come on with me girl, i got plenty of room.”

But i knew i’d be lyin’ and besides she had already gone.

And that Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico

Circle of ice to the furnace of desire.

And them busy ships of liberty on ’em iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me, nearer to the fire.

The live version

from Nov 12, 1980, Fox Warfield Theatre – San Francisco, California – fantastic version.

Caribbean Wind is the high point of the fall 1980 shows, a sublime performance of a Dylan masterpiece that never quite came together in the studio

~Paul Williams (BD Performing Artist 1973-86) It’s perfectly constructed to include rather than exclude the wide range of emotions generated by the story told; its relation to its listener/observer is every bit as skillful as what Dylan accomplished in “similar” constructions like “Visions of Johanna” or “Idiot Wind”

~Paul Williams (BD Performing Artist 1973-86) His single greatest in-concert performance, it should have been released aeons ago.

~Clinton Heylin (Still on the Road: The Songs of Bob Dylan Vol. 2, . 1974-2008 )

A Great introduction by Dylan:

This is a 12-string guitar. First time I heard a 12 string guitar was played by Leadbelly, don’t know if you’ve heard of him? Anyway, he was a prisoner in, I guess it was Texas State Prison, and I forget what his real name was but people just called him Leadbelly. (shout from the audience: “Huddie Leadbetter”) He was recorded by a man named Alan Lomax, I don’t know if you’ve heard of him? Great man, he’s done a lot of good for music. Anyway, he got Leadbelly out and brought him up to New York. And he made a lot of records there. At first he was just doing prison songs and stuff like that. Same man that recorded him also recorded Muddy Waters before Muddy Waters became a big name. Anyway, Leadbelly did most of those kind of songs. He’d been out of prison for some time when he decided to do children’s songs and people said oh, why did Leadbelly change? Some people liked the old ones, some people liked the new ones. Some people liked both songs. But he didn’t change, he was the same man! Anyway, this is a song called …, It’s a new song I wrote a while back. I’m gonna try and do it as good as I can. there’s somebody important here tonight who wants to hear it, so we’ll give it our best ….









Lyrics to the live version (from dylanchords.info)

(Transcription is unfinished) She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense

And then i took over the Lord

Attendin’ the show in Miami, in the theater of divine company.

Talkin’ about Jesus, talked about the rain

She told me about the vision, told me about the pain

That has arisen from the ashes abided in her memory. Is she a child or a woman? i really can’t say,

Something about her said, “Trust me” anyway

As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.

Could i’ve been used and played as a pawn?

It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on

But victory was mine, and i held it with the help of God’s power.

And that Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico

The circle of light and the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me, nearer to the fire.

Shadows grew closer as we touched on the floor

Prodigal son sitting next to the door

Preaching resistance, waitin’ for the night to arrive.

He was well connected, but his heart was a snare

‘Cause she had left him to die in there

And i knew he could get out while he still was alive. Stars on my balcony, buzz in my head

Slayin’ [Bob Dylan?] in my bed

Street band playin’, “Nearer My God To Thee.”

She never did see me where the mission bells ring

She said, “I know what you’re thinkin’, but there ain’t a thing

You can do about it, so you might as well agree to agree’.’

And that Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley coast into my backyard

Drivin’ all your love to the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me, nearer to the fire.

Atlantic City by the cruel sea

I hear a voice cryin’ “Daddy”, i always think it’s for me

But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.

Bearin’ new messages, bringin’ evil reports

Of riotin’ armies and time that is short

And earthquakes and train wrecks and death threats written on walls. Would I have married her? i don’t know, i suppose

She had bells on her braids and they hung to her toes

The curtain was risin’ and like they say, the ship will sail at dawn.

And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom

My voice said, “Come on with me girl, I got plenty of room.”

But i know i’d be lyin’, and besides she had already gone.

And that Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles

We never walked in to that furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on ’em iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that’s near to me, nearer to the fire.

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