Dylan And The Nightingale

I’m behind with my Springwatch. So much so that it is now summer. I watched one of the episodes I recorded yesterday, and learned an amazing fact about the nightingale.

This bird, in an attempt to woo a female mate, chooses around 600 notes, and then combines them into about 250 phrases. From these it produces its song, and every time it sings, its song is different every single time.

Think about that: from the combination and variants open to them, every time these birds sing, they never repeat the same song. Each time they come up with something original.

The latest research seems to indicate that females select males on the quality of his song, because the nightingales that sing the best are the best providers of food for chicks. Ready to pull, they clear their throat and give it there all.

Never worked for me on Karaoke night.

Each year, this bird, that has its own favourite tree in Africa, returns to its own favourite tree in this country, resuming its unique repertoire of romance.

* * *

And so, Dylan.

He seems to polarise opinion, but I love him.

Today I returned to his album Desire. Two of my favourite songs of his are on this album: Hurricane, and Isis.  But, on listening to another song, Sara, I remembered reading a story somewhere about its recording.

Sara was his wife, to whom he was then estranged. She happened to visit the studio one evening when he was recording this album, and he performed that very song while she was there, the two of them looking at each other through the glass window that separated them. He, singing his ode, another ode, (he also wrote Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands about her),  for her, to her:

‘Sara, Sara,

Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go’

She, overwhelmed and emotional, bowled over by something new.

Jacques Levy, who co-wrote many songs on Desire, recalled: ” . . . It was extraordinary. You could have heard a pin drop. She was absolutely stunned by it.”

Though Dylan could never be accused of having a repertoire of 600 notes, he was doing  exactly the same as the nightingale, exactly the same as the rest of us: singing our hearts out for a mate, afraid to be alone in this savage world.

 

 

I was unable to find a satisfactory video of the song, so here is a snippet for you to decide if you want to seek it out for yourself. In the meanwhile, the lyrics are below.

 

Sara

I laid on a dune I looked at the sky
When the children were babies and played on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara
Whatever made you want to change your mind
Sara, Sara
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playing with their pails in the sand
They run to the water their buckets to fill
I can still see the shells falling out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life
Sara, Sara
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleeping in the woods by a fire in the night
Drinking white rum in a Portugal bar
Them playing leapfrog and hearing about Snow White
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara
It’s all so clear, I could never forget
Sara, Sara
Loving you is the one thing I’ll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells
I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through
Staying up for day in the Chelsea Hotel
Writing “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” for you.

Sara, Sara
Wherever we travel we’re never apart
Sara, Sara
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.
How did I meet you ? I don’t know
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, Sara
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Sara, Sara
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore
You always responded when I needed your help
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, Sara
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Sara, Sara
Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Dylan And The Nightingale

  1. Love this post, Andy! I didn’t know that about the nightingale! Wow. That bird makes me feel lazy. If a nightingale can sing a different song each time, then by golly I can produce something original too.
    Gotta love Bob Dylan! That’s a great story of someone trying to woo back a mate. 🙂

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  3. Wow what a bird.
    Here’s a nightingale song. I thought of it when I read your post.
    Took me a while to realize she was singing nightingale and not night and day when I heard the song back there when it came 🙂

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