THE DEMISE OF THE DNC (Parody of Tangled Up In Blue)

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LYRICS TO THE DEMISE OF THE DNC

Lyrics by Don Caron – Music by Bob Dylan

Early one morning sippin’ on coffee, hot pepper with a scrambled egg
Wondering how to get her party in the black, how long she’d need to beg
She opened the door to a fiscal mess, sure was a gonna be rough
But she had plenty of friends in the S&P, their bankbooks were big enough.
She was standing at the crossroad, but she knew what she would do
She’d sneak along the back roads. Lord knows she’d paid some dues getting through
tangled up in blue.

She made a deal with the powers that be, resurrect ‘em from the dead
Wasn’t so bad, the price they paid, she just joined ’em in their bed
She held the keys to their private safe, their funds at her behest
Couldn’t speak or move without a sign from her, both agreeing that it was best
She promised they’d be full repaid when the war fulfilled her scheme
They were purchased and the groundwork laid, she saw herself in a dream on Pennsylvania Avenue
tangled up in blue.

A statesman stepped from the great North Woods, spoke on the lawn for a spell
His message placed a challenge square and it rang a warning bell
Not one concern was registered, so well employed, her plan
The score was three-fifty-nine to eight the day their fight began
Those purchased now would never bend, the past was close behind
She saw large crowds of women – so careful how she spoke her mind, her final coup
tangled up in blue.

Tables stood where the bed should be in the Manchester hotel room
where they anointed what they called pied pipers as the opponents they would groom
And later on when the crowd thinned out, left the orange one to defame
They thought him the perfect one to beat, but there was power in his name
Warning bells were swinging free but optimism still ran high
The world had changed but they didn’t see, though it was written in the sky in a brilliant hue
tangled up in blue

Summer came all harsh and cold as we watched the first big race
My bet was strong but they broke his legs and laughed right in his face
A wise man said,” if you cheat someone best to do it with a smile.
You can’t defeat them on the distance run if they see right through your guile.”
And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal
Shining down from neon signs like it was written on her soul and stuck like glue
tangled up in blue

Looking up at her from where he lay, helpless on the ground
While a crew nearby was hard at work on a clever burial mound
Somebody asked her what was going’ on, she had just one thing to say
Her words caught on like wind blown fire “He couldn’t have won anyway.”
The colors of the consequence obscured her vision there
She embraced her new incompetence and lost the royal chair, long overdue
tangled up in blue

Her own defeat then set the stage for widespread sweeping change
But they swept away the evidence not a thing to rearrange
I suppose they think our desperate minds will acquiesce with ease
that we have no other option now but to do what they should please
They say the words and weave the tale of great changes they have brought
but scratch away the thin veneer It all amounts to nought, what they misconstrue
tangled up in blue. 

Look around, tell me what you see not a lesson have they learned
and the ones who tried to burn us out are the ones who are gonna get burned
Accusations fill polluted air and echo from the whitewashed walls
There’s plenty of blame to spread about and there’s deaf ears where it falls
Power is clenched in a tightened fist that’s paralyzed in place
It’ll be the last of what we see as they sink without a trace, out of view
tangled up in Blue.

Copyright 2017 Parody Project

HISTORY OF THE SOURCE MATERIAL – TANGLED UP IN BLUE by BOB DYLAN

“Tangled Up in Blue” was released by Bob Dylan in 1975 on his album titled Blood on the Tracks. I reached #31 on the Billboard Hot 100 as a single.

The Telegraph has described the song as “The most dazzling lyric ever written, an abstract narrative of relationships told in an amorphous blend of first and third person, rolling past, present and future together, spilling out in tripping cadences and audacious internal rhymes, ripe with sharply turned images and observations and filled with a painfully desperate longing.”

As is always the case with artists and their work, you can never be sure of the stories that crop up, but  novelist Ron Rosenbaum, claimed in an interview that Dylan had explained the meaning of the title to him. His explanation was that he had written it after spending a long weekend listening and re-listening to Joni Mitchell‘s 1971 album Blue. Is that true? I don’t know, but it is colorful.