Shelter From The Storm
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
"Come in," she said, "I’ll give you shelter from the storm"
As Dylan's legend grew, he found himself more and more estranged from his literary gifts and the unintended symbolic ramifications they had thrust upon him. By the early 1970s he had come to bitterly resent his ostensible role as the "voice of a generation" with which he felt little in common. 1974's Blood On The Tracks remains a startling and unnerving foray into the psyche of a lovelorn and broken man whose mythic journey sought out truth and brought only pain. On "Shelter From The Storm," he addresses the sole refuge once available to him, in the form of the true love who saw him for what he was and not what others imagined him to be. Having forsaken that love, he returns to a "world of blackness," an isolated and aimless "creature" stripped of meaning or identity.