Rhymes With Bob Dylan (by Lawrence J. Epstein)

Bob Dylan structures his songs through rhymes. Given his skills, the results can be comforting, jarring, or rousing. But why do Dylan's rhymes work so well? Why are rhymes in any song often so enchanting?

Rhymes are pleasing to the ear. They are also pleasing to the brain because in a rhyme the second word becomes more familiar to us than if there had been no first word to rhyme with. Our brains like what's easy to think about and don't like what's difficult to think about. (Psychologists call this "cognitive fluency." Songwriters don't.)  Beyond the attractions of repetitive sounds, a rhyme offers the mystery of an unexpected affinity between two or more words that are seemingly different.

The coincidence of two or more words that rhyme suggests a linguistic order missing from the chaos of ordinary life. Rhymes hint at an alluring land of English, a place of beauty and design. But there's a danger to rhymes as well. Rhymes are mysterious and inexplicable. We have to confront mirror images and doubles, worlds that complicate the simplicity that the rhyme seemed to bring.

For songwriters, rhymes make it easier for audiences to memorize the material. It's no accident that nearly every popular song is written using rhymes. But rhymes can be traps, forcing songwriters to write words they don't want to all for the sake of having to rhyme.

Rhymes are often associated with simple, childlike feelings. Yet they can be a form of attack, a battering ram of words pounding away at the listener. That's why the rhymes in Dylan's protest songs work so well. They keep hitting us with their power, and the repetition forces us to confront what is being protested. The rhymes all through "The Ballad of Hollis Brown" reinforce Brown's growing despair and retrospectively explain his final, desperate action. Consider the concluding verse of the song:

There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm.
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm.
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born.

Anyone can hear obvious rhymes. It's the great lyricist who can hear what the rest of us can't. Dylan can hear that "farm" sounds like "born," and "born is the the perfect word, not only standing in contrast to the people Hollis Brown has killed but also in providing hope (for new people have replaced the dead) and a warning (don't let what happened to the Brown family happen to these newborns).

Similarly, rhyme as a form of attack works well in angry love songs. In "Idiot Wind," Dylan writes:

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.

Or take another pair of lines from the song:

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.

The rhyme is more exact but is still unexpected. Additionally, it magnifies the subject of the song from beyond the angry subject to the singer himself and then to Washington. It's a neat shift of ascribing idiocy from an external partner to the internal self to the political.

The battering ram effect can also be seen in poignant love songs such as "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" and attack songs about so-called friends, such as "Positively 4th Street" with lines like:

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back.
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with.

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with?

Here Dylan uses what is technically known as "feminine rhyme" in which the rhyme comes from the penultimate words (or syllables), in this case "in with" and "begin with." That is, Dylan's rhymes are far from simple. He doesn't just use traditional end rhymes. Additionally, he uses alliteration (repeating consonant sounds) and assonance (repeating vowel sounds creating internal rhymes in a line.) Here are some beautiful lines from "Mr. Tambourine Man":

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

The assonance of "fate" and "waves" and "deep" and "beneath" and the many examples of alliteration add to the rhymes and startling images to create the attractive world the tambourine man offers.

And that's why nobody rhymes with Bob Dylan.

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Comments

[Tabitha Dial]

Hi, Lawrence. I'm a big Bob Dylan fan and love The Best American Poetry series. What a nice surprise to see this blog entry when googling the name of the new blog I'm happy I have started.

I hope you'll be able to check out "Two of Words" some time. Yours is a blog I definitely hope to return to.

Thanks for the read.

[DL]

Terrific post, Larry. Dylan's rhymes are underrated, and the examples from "Positively Fourth Street" show how subtle he can be. The rhyme of "in with / begin with" shows that there are more links than met the eye between Dylan and a Larry Hart or Ira Gershwin.

[Larry Epstein]

Thanks for the kind words, Tabitha, and I will check out "Two of Words."

You're so right, David. There's a definite connection between Dylan and the talented people who wrote the lyrics that make up the Great American Song Book.

[Lee Marc Stein]

Excellent as usual, Lawrence. Especially early in his career, Dylan used triple rhymes (sometimes within a line) to hammer home the message.

Here's a stanza from Like A Rolling Stone:

You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

And from Mr. Tambourine Man, look at this:

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

You've got sand, hand, stand, branded rhyming plus feet, meet, street, -- also sleeping and dreaming work together.

Lee

[Larry Epstein]

Thanks, Lee. Your examples are perfect.

[Frank]

Surely any discussion of Dylan's rhyming MUST at least mention a very amusing example of it
( remembering what a hilarious writer Dylan can be ).
I refer ( and I presume it will be obvious once I mention it )
to the start of 'Black Diamond Bay' :

Up on the white veranda
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat.

On the face of it you might assume that a rhyme involving
a conjunction AND an article would be downright 'illegal'.
Certainly it is unusual ( and possibly unique ) even for Dylan.
Is there even a technical term for it ?
( It is only 'half' 'feminine' . )
And you might discuss in detail the effect of the rhyme
on the 'Panama hat' :
coming after the 'climax' of the rhyme it is 'anti-climactical'
and all but beside the point.

[Darkeyez]

listen to "Angelina" from "The Bootleg Series Vols 1-3" and tell me he's not the greatest rhymer of all time.

[Michael]

Keeping in mind that the songs on DESIRE, where "Black Diamond Bay" comes from, were co-written with Jacques Levy, they still contain some of the most seductive, subtle rhyming in his catalog:

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin’ through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

In the hands of less-talented writers, rhyming "New York" with "fork" would just end up sounding ridiculous.

"Black Diamond Bay" has some extraordinarily complex rhymes, especially in the last verse. This is how it's arranged on his official website, but arguments can made:

I was sittin’ home alone one night in L.A.,
Watchin’ old Cronkite on the seven o’clock news.
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin’ but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes.
Didn’t seem like much was happenin’,
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.
Seems like every time you turn around
There’s another hard-luck story that you’re gonna hear
And there’s really nothin’ anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay.