ÒIt's All Over Now Baby BlueÓ

This song is about departing and starting, about being through and beginning anew, about relinquishing the past and welcoming change, about what Virginia Woolf called ÒTime PassingÓ and what Mary Oliver called ÒThe Journey,Ó and what Thoreau called ÒSpring.Ó

The songÕs emotion is elegiac, the paradoxical bittersweetness of a eulogy--a mixture of strong feelings that modulate from harsh to insistent to comforting and encouraging.  That mixture is expressed in the repeated melodic line of every stanza, in the regular meter of the lyrics, the amazing congruence of the rhymes, and the complexity of the singerÕs tone.

The situation the song sets up is one of forced evacuation from oneÕs home—the rocky transition from resident to refugee. The speakerÕs rough voice is that of the cherub holding the sword at the Gates of Eden, chasing Adam and Eve out of Paradise—proclaiming the end of Innocence.

This is a metaphor for other endings:

á      breaking up a love affair

á      striking the set after the performance of a play

á      concluding a dinner party

á      attending the last day of a class

á      graduating from college

á      retiring from a career

á      facing death

One strain in the voice is threatening, cruel, even sneering. 

You must leave now-- the place you occupied is no longer yours—you have to abandon whatever youÕve surrounded and protected yourself with. 

Take what you needÉyou better grab it fast—And make it quick, I mean it.

 Otherwise youÕll be shot or trampled: Yonder stands your orphan with his gunÉ Look out the saints are cominÕ through.

Your position has been given to someone else, whoÕs waiting to occupy what used to be your room and is already wearing what was in your closet: The vagabond whoÕs rapping at your door/Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.


Whatever youÕve committed to, accumulated and relied on in the past has lost its strength.  That means the forces with which you built your defenses—All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home/All your reindeer armies, are all going home--and also the desire that let you to drop those defenses in bed: The lover who just walked out your door/Has taken all his blankets from the floor.

The reality on which youÕve based your life is shifting: The carpet now is moving under you-- and even the heavens above are collapsing like a tent: This sky too is folding over you.

Another strain in the voice offers cold but prudent counsel:

take what you need, you think will last. Now you must distinguish your grain from your chaff, your goods from your stuff.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense: thereÕs no more security and predictability, so be wary and wise.

Take what you have gathered from coincidence. You cant rely on abstraction or principle, only the tentative knowledge gained from your own personal experience.

The chill in the voice is also bracing. 

It urges courage: Leave your stepping stones behind

It promises freedom: Forget the dead youÕve left, they will not follow you.

And finally the voice redirects nostalgic longing for the old flame thatÕs burned out to the opportunity for beginning: Strike another match, go start anew,

And it alerts us to the sound of a future unseen, perilous, and yet beckoning, where something calls for you. 

 

So on this last day of our class, where the works weÕve read have stimulated all of us into affirming new beginnings, this day before all of us Òmust leave,Ó lets listen to what this song of Innocence and Experience has to say.