All along the watchtower

5 Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise, ye princes, and anoint the shield. 6 For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth. 9 And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen; and all the graven images of her gods he hath broken unto the ground.
-Isaiah 21

 "There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey"

"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
*Buisness man there, drink my wine,
Come and take my herb.

In the late 70's I'd visited Folk City in Manhattan's West Village with my friend Steve Goldberg, I'd gone up to the bar to grab a couple of beers, and standing next to me was Bob Dylan, he'd given his latest album to the bartender, perhaps the owner. When I got back to the table - I whispered "Dylan" and the whole place noticed, he'd departed shortly thereafter. It's my understanding Dylan is a messianic Jew.