SAID EYED LADY OF THE

LOWLANDS IS THE DEMOCRATIC
PARTY
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
I started to try to figure this song out in 1966 but failed until May
2016. The key here is “your silver cross” a reference to William
Jennings Bryant’s “Cross of Gold” speech. Bryant was a Democrat.
Another telling line is “With you pockets well protected at last /
And you streetcar visions that you place out on the grass” a
reference to urban democratic corruption.
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes

Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
With your political messages in the New York Times on a mission
to support the Democratic Party
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And you insubstantial thoughts about integration and your court
cases all sounding alike, rhyming Prayer: Law a. The request for
relief by a party initiating a lawsuit, stated in the pleadings. b. The
portion of the pleadings that contains this request.

And your silver cross, Eloquent; persuasive: a silver voice like that
of William Jennings Bryan who gave the Cross of Gold speech and
was a Democrat
and your voice The right or opportunity to express a choice or
opinion: a territory that has a voice, but not a vote, in Congress.
like chimes Agreement; accord: a flawless chime of romance and
reality.
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
Sarcastic – what country could bury you. sarcastic, the Soviet
Union will bury you, thanks to your liberal politics: Nikita

Khrushchev “About the capitalist states, it doesn’t depend on you
whether or not we exist. If you don’t like us don’t accept our
invitations, and don’t invite us to come to see you. Whether you
like it or not history is on our side. We will bury you!”
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you?
With your pockets well protected at last
With your corrupt political donations given like protection money
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your public works project that you initiate and give contracts
to mafia construction firms to actuate
And your flesh Sensual appetites: gratification of the flesh. like
silk, a gown of such material worn by a King's or Queen's Counsel
at the English bar. Desire for high priced hookers
and your face like glass The quantity contained by a drinking
vessel; a glassful. And you alcohol race or Irishmen
Who among them do they think could carry you? To win a
majority of the votes in: Roosevelt carried all but two states in the
1936 presidential election.
Sad-eyed lady
Sad Deplorable or inadequate; sorry: a sad state of affairs; a sad
excuse.
of the lowlands
near the bottom in grade, rank, class etc

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
Where Dylan says no man finds satisfaction
My warehouse eyes
My thoughts that store everything “My warehouse eyes” my
thoughts about institutionalizing African-Americans
My Arabian drums
“my Arabian” my racist “drums” desire to promote and support
deporting African-Americans
On the slow train time does not interfere & at the
Arabian crossing waits White Heap, the man from the
newspaper & behind him the hundred Inevitables made
of solid rock & stone -- the Cream Judge & the Clown -the doll house where Savage Rose & Fixable live simply
in their wild animal luxury . .
“Arabian” as racist; Liner Notes to Highway 61 Revisited 1965,
“On the slow train” on a train of thought that takes some time to
arrive at; Slow Train 1979 “There’s a slow train a comin”
Christianity “up around the bend” to a person that is crazy,
around the bend “time does not interfere” an interval, especially
a span of years, marked by similar events, conditions, such as the
Holocaust and World War II does not get involved, so as to alter
and hinder an action “& at the Arabian crossing” and at the point
of crossing over to racism “waits White Heap” waits white trash as
in ‘trash heap’ “the man from the newspaper” George Lincoln
Rockwell “& behind him the hundred Inevitables” the early small
band of Storm Troopers invariably appearing; predictable “made
of solid rock” Christian poem, Solid Rock 1980 “I’m hanging on to

solid rock” doctrine suggestive of a mass of stone in stability,
firmness and dependability “& stone” punishment, reaction.

she's a phantom & mouth like an oven she dances on a
cake of islam & "dont tell someone what you know they
already know. that makes them think that you just like
them & you aint! " . . . but then you take gwendeline,
the different story & rides with lawrence o arabia &
plays with her mercury - mumbling crummy world &
"oh, the sadness! "
“Arabian” as racist; Tarantula, “she’s a phantom” Israel possessed
Phantom Fighter Jets “& mouth like an oven” and she utters words
about the Holocaust without conviction and understanding “she
dances on a cake of islam” ‘have one’s cake and eat it’ Israel has
a choice between two incompatible alternatives such as going
along with being in Europe or being surrounding by Islamic
countries in the Middle East “‘& dont tell someone what you know
they already know. that makes them think that you’re just like
them & you aint!’…but then you take gwendeline” Chloe Kiel “the
different story” who had a different story about Jews and Israel “&
rides with lawrence o Arabia” lives with someone who is a racist,
who is pro-Arab, Ray Gooch “& plays with” uses and moves
something in a game “her mercury” her message “mumbling
crummy world & ‘oh, the sadness!’” Tarantula, “Twinkle” for a
brief time “Clown” soldier with arabic lettering on his forehead”
with his racism clearly displayed “wanting everybody to

experience his fright” wanting everyone to experience his fear of
the Black Race, Ray Gooch.
Should I put them by your gate
Or sad eyed lady should I wait?
“Should I put them by your gate” should I present them to you,
you who prides yourself on Ellis Island, ‘America’s Gate’ where
people of all races were allowed to enter as immigrants “Or Sad
Eyed Lady should I wait?” or should I wait until the AfricanAmericans and their Communist controllers destroy America?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your sheets like metal
a broad continuous surface; expanse or stretch: the rust belt
where metal, steel, was once producted.
and your belt like lace an area, esp an elongated one, where a
specific thing or specific conditions are found; zone: the town belt;
a belt of affluence.
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And you giving an uneven start in life to most of your constituents
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
And your Appalachian poverty and hunger
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
What other political party could come up with a better economic
system.

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
With your colored folk constituents
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
Into your mind where reaching for the moon, trying to do the
impossible, thrives.
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
And you promise of a high paying job and you praise of dark
skinned people
Who among them would try to impress you?
What country would try to enslave you playing on the weakness.
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
People of Middle East origin who move in the direction of
criminality
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
Are following the communist party line. Are trying to steal atomic
secrets.
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this

Sarcastic: It was the policies of the Democratic Party that caused
this.
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
But who among the communists only wants just to kiss you and
not fuck you up.
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug

With your triangle shirt company fire where the bodies of the
victims were laid out on rugs in the street.
And your Spanish manners
And you allowing Mexicans and Puerto Ricans to infest New York
City
and your mother’s drugs
and bring drugs into the country
And your cowboy mouth
and your tough talk about crime
and your curfew plugs

and your cops who will plug you in a heartbeat
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Who could resist you as in resisting arrest.

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
The agricultural giants
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
To get farm subsidies from the Democratic Party along with tax
breaks.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Rhetorical question – they knew the Democrats were corrupt
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
More sarcasm
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?

They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
They wish you accept the blame for small farmers being bought
out

But with the sea at your feet
But with you inhabiting coastal areas rather than the farm belt
and the phony false alarm
apprehension or uneasiness: the idea of the Depression filled him
with alarm.
And with the child of a hoodlum
Winston Churchill
wrapped up in your arms
A weapon, especially a firearm: troops bearing arms;

How could they ever, ever persuade you?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
With you substandard housing for factory workers
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And you repression of workers by the National Guard equipped
with live ammunition
And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show
And you alleged change to Liberalism which you show off to the
public
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Who among the industrialists would employ you to do their dirty
work?
Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
Now you stand with Jesus and Christianity and claim to follow its
guidelines
With your holy medallion
With the Holy Bible
which your fingertips fold

which you draw quotations from by folding the pages
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
And your cloak of Puritanism but your evil soul
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
What godless nation could destroy you?