CULTURE
Why Bob Dylan Claims “I’m Just Like Anne Frank” in “I Contain Multitudes”
17 Apr, 20
Everything Bob Dylan writes has a timeless feeling about it, but his most recent two songs—his first in eight years—have an air of simultaneous urgency and mysticism.
It’s as if he knows that we’re going down, but he also knows that some truths transcend single lifetimes or even epochs.
His newest song, “I Contain Multitudes,” follows the 19-minute ballad “Murder Most Foul,” which climbed to number one when it came out in March. “I Contain Multitudes” is much shorter, but like “Murder Most Foul,” the new song is a collage of reverential tributes. It both honors and critiques cornerstones of American culture, summarizing the complexity of what it feels like to be an American and a human being in a world that’s constantly oscillating between horror and beauty. “I’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moods. I contain multitudes,” Dylan warbles over tangled waves of acoustic guitar.
He compares himself to William Blake and Anne Frank in one stanza, then talks about fast cars and fast foods in another. He sings of flowers and blood feuds; he paints both landscapes and nudes. It’s Dylan at his rawest, telling the truth about his own identity by explaining its contradictions and its perpetually shifting, impermanent nature. We often see each other as separate beings, but the COVID-19 has revealed that every one of our actions has a consequence on another person. In that sense, we really are all a part of each other—so Dylan really is Anne Frank, and you are Dylan, and I’m you.
In his poem Song of Myself, Walt Whitman wrote, “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large—I contain multitudes.” And who among us doesn’t feel the same?
We are living at a time of extreme fear and daring hope, but these contradictions have always defined the human condition. One only needs to look outside to see the simultaneous beauty and terror of being in all its fullness—the trash heaps beneath the cherry blossoms, the poverty, and the glorious displays of love.
And like nature isn’t just one thing, throughout our lives, most of us are neither heroes or sinners. Most of us thrive sometimes and crash at other times, sometimes creating things we’re immensely proud of and experiencing profound wonder, and other times falling apart and questioning everything. We all have the capacity to experience impossible grace, yet we all still have to clean our hands. Only Dylan could spin that universal experience into something so breathtaking and so instantly timeless.
Lyrics:
Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, tooThe flowers are dyin’ like all things doFollow me close, I’m going to Balian BaliI’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with meI fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feudsI contain multitudesGot a tell-tale heart, like Mr. PoeGot skeletons in the walls of people you knowI’ll drink to the truth and the things we saidI’ll drink to the man that shares your bedI paint landscapes, and I paint nudesI contain multitudesRed Cadillac and a black mustacheRings on my fingers that sparkle and flashTell me, what’s next? What shall we do?Half my soul, baby, belongs to youI relic and I frolic with all the young dudesI contain multitudesI’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana JonesAnd them British bad boys, The Rolling StonesI go right to the edge, I go right to the endI go right where all things lost are made good againI sing the songs of experience like William BlakeI have no apologies to makeEverything’s flowing all at the same timeI live on the boulevard of crimeI drive fast cars, and I eat fast foodsI contain multitudesPink petal-pushers, red blue jeansAll the pretty maids, and all the old queensAll the old queens from all my past livesI carry four pistols and two large knivesI’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moodsI contain multitudesYou greedy old wolf, I’ll show you my heartBut not all of it, only the hateful partI’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your headWhat more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bedGet lost, madame, get up off my kneeKeep your mouth away from meI’ll keep the path open, the path in my mindI’ll see to it that there’s no love left behindI’ll play Beethoven’s sonatas, and Chopin’s preludesI contain multitudes
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