November 16: Bob Dylan Every Grain of Sand, Boston, Massachusetts 2002 (Video)

bob dylan boston 2002

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair

GREAT version!

Fleet Center
Boston, Massachusetts
16 November 2002

Musicians:

  • Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
  • Charlie Sexton (guitar)
  • Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
  • Tony Garnier (bass)
  • George Recile (drums & percussion)

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand


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5 thoughts on “November 16: Bob Dylan Every Grain of Sand, Boston, Massachusetts 2002 (Video)”

  1. I got to meet Bob the day he did the video for Political World in Blommington, In. He was very personable but not warm and fuzzy. He has written so many songs and done so many versions and has done so many covers. When did You Leave Heaven comes to mind. You’d have to go back to Johnny Mercer or so. And bob wouldn’t want me saying that because he is humble in his own way. But he is someone very special. I just remember how he extended his hand to me and how it felt. I couldn’t believe it. I stood there alone talking with the guy who wrote Blowin in the Wind.

  2. Now this is MY idea of church. “Every hair is numbered like every grain of sand…” My favorites from the cowboy angel change depending on what I’m listening to at the moment, but “Every Grain..,” always ranks up there, and, yes, it is sort of a waste of time to even try to rank Bob’s work. Each and every song among his 500-plus works are masterful. “I can see the master’s hand…” Been busy with blogging, among many other things, but it’s always great to be at Johanna’s Visions. Thanks much Egil!

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