Don’t Come To Me – A message to Bob Dylan

An online collaboration with an old friend Andrew Howell who used to be in The Red Lights when I was their manager back in the mid 1970’s.  We recently got in touch again and this is the first result.  I wrote this lyric as a response to my feelings of disappointment that Bob Dylan would play gigs in Israel whilst the Palestinians are STILL denied their own freedom to determine their own future in their own country.

DON’T COME TO ME

Don’t come to me

When you’re crawling to your god

Don’t come to me

When you’re writing rotting cod

Don’t come to me

When the princes have all fled

Don’t come to me

When the riders a-rri-ved

Don’t come to me

Now the watchtower has burned down

Don’t come to me

Now there are barbarians in the town

Don’t come to me

As I dodge and duck and dive

Don’t come to me

While I struggle to survive

.

Whilst Edgars imp’s

Still poking in the corner of your mind

Some of us are

Trying to work out how to save mankind

.

Don’t come to me

Whilst thousands lose the will to live

Don’t come to me

After you’ve played in Tel Aviv

Don’t come to me

Whilst the howling wind is roaring

Don’t come to me

Now the re-writes are so boring

Don’t come to me

Whilst Israel’s crucifying

Don’t come to me

Whilst Palestinians are dying

Don’t come to me

Until their freedom flags are flying

Don’t come to me

‘Cause you just might find me crying

.

Copyright: Harry Rogers 31/05/2011

Don’t Come To Me

When I heard Bob Dylan was playing in Tel Aviv I was absolutely incensed, I know his supporters and sycophants argue that their beloved Bob is just a song and dance man but I have to say to them that there is such a thing as artistic integrity and in my view Bob Dylan demonstrated a crass lack of that when he played in Israel.  I was filled with such a feeling of disappointment that I wrote the following poem:-

DONT COME TO ME

Don’t come to me

When you’re crawling to your god

Don’t come to me

When you’re writing rotting cod

Don’t come to me

When the princes have all fled

Don’t come to me

When the riders a-rri-ved

Don’t come to me

Now the watchtower has burned down

Don’t come to me

Now there’re barbarians in the town

Don’t come to me

As I dodge and duck and dive

Don’t come to me

While  I struggle to survive

Whilst Edgars imp’s

Still poking in the corner of your mind

Some of us are

Trying to work out how to save mankind

Don’t come to me

Whilst thousands lose the will to live

Don’t come to me

After you’ve played in Tel Aviv

Don’t come to me

Whilst the howling wind is roaring

Don’t come to me

Now the re-writes are so boring

Don’t come to me

Whilst Israel’s crucifying

Don’t come to me

Whilst Palestinians are dying

Don’t come to me

Until their freedom flags are flying

Don’t come to me

‘Cause you just might find me crying

Copyright: Harry Rogers 31/05/2011