Dylan Covers No 12: Love Sick - Mariachi El Bronx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNGUUzHKgxo

Border country Dylan, the place where he naturally belongs, wild west, down south, siestas on hot afternoons. The guitars maintain a Spanish rhythm, the bongos add an African exotica, the violins romance and drama, the brass a flavour of Mexico. The whole thing has the whiff of Cormac McCarthy soundtracked by Ennio Morricone. Except that this feels deliciously seedy; and is decidedly addictive, you want to listen again and again.

Think of love as alcohol or drugs: this is the hangover

"Sometimes silence can be like thunder...."

but there's nothing glorious or romantic about this addiction -

"I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'till they're gone and they leave me hanging on to a shadow...."

except the desperate truth in the lingering last line:

"I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love I'm trying to forget you, just don't know what to do, I'd give anything to be with you."