Roaring Boho: How The 70s Wore The 30s

 

  

  

 

I married Isis on the fifth day of May,
But I could not hold on to her very long.
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

I came to a high place of darkness and light.
The dividing line ran through the center of town.
I hitched up my pony to a post on the rise,
Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.

A man in the corner approached me for a match.
I knew right away he was not ordinary.
He said, "Are you lookin` for somethin` easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money." He said, "That ain`t necessary."

We set out that night for the cold in the North.
I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word.
I said, "Where are we goin`?" He said we`d be back by the fourth.
I said, "That`s the best news that I`ve ever heard."

I was thinkin` about turquoise, I was thinkin` about gold,
I was thinkin` about diamonds and the world`s biggest necklace.
As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold,
I was thinkin` about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.

How she told me that one day we would meet up again,
And things would be different the next time we wed,
If I only could hang on and just be her friend.
I still can`t remember all the best things she said.

We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice.
He said, "There`s a body I`m tryin` to find.
If I carry it out it`ll bring a good price."
`Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.

The wind it was howlin` and the snow was outrageous.
We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn.
When he died I was hopin` that it wasn`t contagious,
But I made up my mind that I had to go on.

I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty.
There was no jewels, no nothin`, I felt I`d been had.
When I saw that my partner was just bein` friendly,
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad.

I picked up his body and I dragged him inside,
Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover.
I said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied.
Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.

She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed,
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.

She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special."
She said, "You look different." I said, "Well, I guess."
She said, "You been gone." I said, "That`s only natural."
She said, "You gonna stay." I said, "If you want me to, yes."

Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child.
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin` rain

 

 

Lyrics of the song Isis, by Bob Dylan, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

 

Blue Floral Palazzo Trousers: from Ebay

Old Faux Sheepskin Jacket: very old from Morgan

 

Grandad knitted waistcoat: very old from H&M

 

Vintage Hand Knitted Fringed Cardigan: from Oxfam Online

 

Two Tone Brogues: from the sale at Toast

 

Teal Cloche: from a local market

 

Leather Messenger Bag: very old from Topshop

Sunglasses: very old from Topshop

The Soundtrack

Bob Dylan: Desire

Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera.

I'm delighted to be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.