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THE SECRETS OF CHRISTMAS IS IN THE HEART

Dylan’s Santa Claus is loaded on smack and bringing dugi to all the little kids to get them addicted. THE KEY TO BREAKING THE DYLAN CODE in CHRISTMAS IS IN THE HEART By A. J. Weberman Many of the traditional Christmas songs Bob Dylan chose for CHRISTMAS IS IN THE HEART contained a phrase that was either identical with, or closely resembled, a line from Dylan’s previously established body of poetry. In Do You Hear What I Hear he sang "A song, a song / High above the tree" In Tonight No Light Will Shine on Me he wrote, "As the wind blows high above the tree" In Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas he sang "Here we are as in olden days / Happy golden days of yore." In Days of '49 he wrote, "In the days of old in the days of gold often I repine." In Winter Wonderland he sang, “In the meadow we can build a snowman / And pretend that he's a circus clown.” In the liner notes to The Times They Are A-Changin’ Dylan wrote “An' I walked my road an' sung my song / Like a saddened clown / In the circus a my own world.” In Must be Santa Claus he sang "Who's got a beard that is long and white?" In Tarantula he wrote "the soldier with the long beard says go ask questions my son" "Soldier"


as “American President” In Gates of Eden Dylan wrote “The savage soldier” sarcastic; General Dwight Eisenhower accused by the far Right of being soft on Soviet Communism “sticks his head in sand” ignores historical precedents, (“sand” as in “the sands of time”) like an ostrich “And then complains" then protests Soviet expansionism in Cuba “Unto the shoeless hunter” unto Nikita Khrushchev who took his shoe off and banged it on the Soviet Delegations desk at the United Nations in 1960. “Hunter” as Khrushchev; John Fitzgerald Kennedy: “Khrushchev reminds me of the tiger hunter who has picked a place on the wall to hang the tiger's skin long before he has caught the tiger. This tiger has other ideas.” Almost all American Presidents have been soldiers. Must be Santa Claus also contains this verse, "Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Bush, and Clinton." These keys indicate the subcontent of this song concerns American Presidents. In The Christmas Blues he sang "The jingle bells are jingling / The streets are white with snow" In Mr. Tambourine Man he wrote this to his heroin connection "in the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you" and in House Carpenter he wrote "Oh what are those hills yonder my love / They look as white as snow / Those are the hills of heaven my love / You and I'll never know." “Snow” is drug slang for heroin or cocaine. In Christmas on Christmas Island Dylan sang “you will never stray for every day / Your Christmas dreams come true” In I Threw it All Away Dylan wrote “take it to your heart don’t let it stray” and in New Morning he wrote, “this must be the day that all my dreams come true.” Both these poems appeared on the same LP and were translated as drug related. In The Christmas Song Dylan sang "Will find it hard to sleep tonight" and in The Mighty Quinn he wrote, "Nobody can get any sleep there's someone on everyone's toes / But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna wanna dose." The Christmas Song also contains the lines "They know that Santa's on his way / He's loaded" slang; drunk or intoxicated "lots of toys" "toys" junkie slang for narcotic paraphernalia, works "and goodies" and dope. The song ends "see if reindeer really know how to fly?" “fly” get high. Not since Alistair Crowley composed hymns for the Church of England that covertly praised opium have Christians been hood-winked neither in this fashion nor on a grander scale. In Little Drummer Boy Dylan sang, "I am a poor boy." In If You Gotta Go, Go Now he wrote "I am just a poor boy baby trying to connect." “Poor boy" translates as "Leftist folksinger" in Tarantula he wrote this to the folk fans who witnessed him being jeered at his concerts, "you were also there when they castrated that poor boy in public" In Can't Ya Hear Me Crying 1961 he prayed for a break as a folk singer "Hey, stop you ol' train, Let a poor boy ride." With this key we can break the Dylan code and find out what Dylan is really singing about in Little Drummer Boy. "Come they told me" listening to Woody Guthrie records told me "A new born King to see" to visit Woody in the mental hospital where the Communist Party USA had dumped him "Our finest gifts we bring" my finest songs to play for him "To lay before the King" to lay on Woody the King of Folk Music. "So to honor Him" so in his honor, not that I ever believed any of the Communist agitprop "When we come" when I met him "Little Baby, I am a poor boy too" I told Woody, who was of diminished capacity that I was a genuine Depression Era folk singer "I have no gift to bring, That's fit to give a King" and that I could never live up to the high artistic and communistic standards set by Woody "Shall I play for you, on my drum" and I asked him if he wanted me to drum up support for the Communists with my music.


"Mary nodded” the Motherland, the Soviet Union gave Dylan the OK “The ox" the rank and file Communist Tarantula "now the organizers must bring the oxen in & dragging leaflets" "and lamb" and those the Communists who are going to be sacrificed for the cause "kept? time" dug Dylan’s folk music beat "I played my drum for Him" I wrote songs to advance Communism "I played my best for Him" that were some of the best ever written "Then He smiled at me, Me and my drum." and then Woody had his fellow travelin' Communists approved of me and gave me the Tom Paine Emergency Civil Liberties award for furthering Communism. Rum ba bum Rum ba bum.

SANTA CLAUS ROOFTOP JUNKIE Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane! Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer Are pulling on the reins. Bells are ringing, children singing; All is merry and bright. Hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Bob Dylan Right down Santa Claus Lane! And he is a right winger from the word go Vixen A female fox – he is foxy shewd and Blitzen and a Nazi sympathizer – blitzkrieg and all his reindeer In ITS ALL OVER BABY BLUE Dylan tells his the Cuban’s “all your reindeer army they are rowing home” an army accustomed to cold weather – the Sovs are retreating after the Cuban Missile Crisis. Are pulling on the reins the Soviet Union is controlling Bob Dylan The Traitorous Communist Puppet “Bells are ringing, children singing” SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLUES “ring bell hard to tell if anything is gonna sell” Dylan is playing his guitar and immature idiots are out there doing the same All is merry and bright. The future looks bright for Dylan the communist mistral Hang your stockings wait for your reward some dough and say your prayers, sing your scummy protest songs which you don’t believe in 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight. Cause fame and chicks cum tonight Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane! He's got a bag that is filled with toys For the boys and girls again. Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, What a beautiful sight. Jump in bed, cover up your head, 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Dylan Right down Santa Claus Lane! a well-defined track He's got a bag a bag of dope that is filled with toys and a set of works – Junkie talk – “Hey man let’s get off” “My toys are in my crib.” For the boys and girls again. Key word – again and again


and again addiction Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, MR. TAMBOURINE MAN which even I must admit was the greatest peon to Opium ever written in all of literary history. “In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you” What a beautiful sight. What a great fucking high Jump in bed, go into a sleep like nod cover up your head, but be careful no one finds out you are a smack head Cause Santa Claus comes tonight cause the sleazeball Bobby from Minnesota comes tonight, cums all over himself. So fucking Christmas song that one turned out to be. Aleister Crowley Jr.

WALKING IN A WINTER DUGILAND Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight, Walking in a winter wonderland. Sleigh bells ring, are you listening you have to pay attention to something that might kill you – you have to be sure of the dose In the lane note use of lane as tracks again snow is glistening the snow, the smack is pure crystal, almost uncut, not stepped on “A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight, In TONIGHT I’LL BE STAYING HERE WITH YOU Dylan wrote that all he wanted to do was get high Walking in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird, Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song, As we go along, Walking in a winter wonderland. Gone away is the bluebird, In TONIGHT I’LL BE STAYING HERE with you Dylan wrote “Well that mockingbird’s gonna said away, We’re gonna forget it / That big fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon /but we’re gonna let it ” Here to stay is a new bird Here to stay is a new kind of singer “He sings a love song” who is no longer political As we go along, Walking in a winter wonderland. In the meadow we can build a snowman, Then pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say: Are you married? We'll say: No man, But you can do the job When you're in town In the meadow we can build a snowman, In America we can create a poem about heroin Then pretend that he is Parson Brown then pretend it contains Leftwing thinking He'll say: Are you married? The left will ask are you married to Communist ideology? “We'll say: No man, not really But you can do the job When you're in town.” but as long as it is popular in New York


Town you can commit a “job” Informal A criminal act as in conspiracy. Later on, we'll conspire, As we dream by the fire To face unafraid, The plans that we've made, Walking in a winter wonderland Later on, we'll conspire, later in my career as a make believe Leftist I will conspire with the Communist Party to overthrow the duly elected Government of these United States. As we dream by the fire as we dream of, fantasize about, revolution, in MY BACK PAGES Dylan wrote this about his life as a Leftist “Crimson flames tied through my ears / Rollin’ high and mighty traps / Pounced with fire on flaming roads / Using ideas as my maps To face unafraid, The plans that we've made,and are willing to confront the Governemnt Walking in a winter wonderland. Living in a dreamland. In the meadow we can build a snowman, And pretend that he's a circus clown We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman, Until the other kids knock him down.

In the meadow we can build a snowman, In America we can increase or strengthen by adding gradually to my career by cutting a record that was half acoustic half rock and roll And pretend that he's a circus clown then his old fans will have to make believe he is still a folksinger We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman, Will ridicule Dylan’s new sound Until the other kids knock him down. Until the other Leftists knock him Slang To find fault with; criticize When it snows, ain't it thrilling, Though your nose gets a chilling We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way, Walking in a winter wonderland. When it snows, ain't it thrilling, when you’re high on junk you first get a rush Though your nose gets a chilling when you snort it through you like totally chill out. Everything in life is perfect, every problem is solved, happy happy joy joy. “We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way” we will be euphoric and we’ll play as we did in QUINN THE ESKIMO “When Quinn the Eskimo get’s here everybody gonna want a dose or wanna doze.” Walking in a winter wonderland. Walking in a schemker’s wonderland.

THE LITTLE SHEPARD BOY Fuck this, I had enough of Dylan’s “Christmas” songs. Christmas my ass. He is singing about dope and his career. So you figure this next one out…

Said the night wind to the little lamb, Do you see what I see Way up in the sky, little lamb,


Do you see what I see A star, a star, dancing in the night With a tail as big as a kite With a tail as big as a kite Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy, Do you hear what I hear Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy, Do you hear what I hear A song, a song, high above the trees With a voice as big as the sea With a voice as big as the sea Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king, Do you know what I know In your palace warm, mighty king, Do you know what I know A Child, a Child shivers in the cold Let us bring Him silver and gold Let us bring Him silver and gold Said the king to the people everywhere, Listen to what I say Pray for peace, people everywhere! Listen to what I say The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night He will bring us goodness and light He will bring us goodness and light

DYLAN'S CHRISTMAS ALBUM: SANTA IS A FUCKIN JUNKIE  

Santa brings dope for all the little kiddies in Dylan's bizzaro world.

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