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I sought to write a song that both honored Dylan and critiqued him. I have a great respect for the music and person of Bob Dylan, after all, and draw much influence from him - but at the same time I have two major critiques against his life and work. The lyrics of the song probably articulate my thoughts better than I could expound upon here, so I'll leave you with them.
Lyrics to "On The Road (Song For Robert)"
I’m out here a thousand miles from my home,
Walking a road other men have gone down.
I’m seeing your world of people and things,
your paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Hey, hey, Bob Dylan, I’m writing this song
For the man with a brand you would never take on.
You say “you’re born with the wrong name, it happens you see...
Call yourself what you want, it’s the land of the free.”
So you left home behind and you never looked back,
Just rambled and gambled your way ‘long the tracks -
All alone on the road with the spirit ahead
And old Rob back in Minnesota, cold and dead.
You know I went with you all the way down to New York.
Tried following your footsteps but the road got too dark,
And the imprints more shallow each step ‘long the way -
Twenty one grams you lost with each role that you played.
Then I lost you and couldn’t get on by myself;
And I couldn’t believe I was anyone else.
So I sought all those characters in people I knew
And the drama’s been guiding me cue after cue.
So I pray that you’re doing alright on your own;
As for me, well, you know I’ll just keep moving on,
With my comrades and company, this road occupied -
Making all the difference that it’s less traveled by.