I know that neither of them had anything really just seemed to me that the result was good. And well it seemed important to me that this song had a video.
Later note:
This is made from the point of view of a 15-year-old girl who loved (and still loves) Françoise Hardy. I was going through a hard time in my life and I thought I found support in Dylan's words that everything was going to be okay despite my sadness. At that time I didn't know as much as I do now and I really didn't want to romanticize the relationship of these two musicians.
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Françoise Hardy is a French singer-songwriter. She made her musical debut in the early 1960s on Disques Vogue. As a leading figure of the yé-yé movement, Hardy "found herself at the very forefront of the French music scene", and became "France's most exportable female singing star".
"To Ramona" is a folk waltz written by Bob Dylan for his fourth studio album, Another Side of Bob Dylan. The melody is taken from traditional Mexican folk music. "To Ramona" is also a nod to Rex Griffin's 1937 song "The Last Letter". The song is one of several on the album to highlight the more personal and less political side of Dylan's songwriting that would become more prominent in the future.
When Bob wrote poems for the back of Another Side of Bob Dylan, there was one dedicated to Françoise Hardy (at the Seine edge...)
Ramona, come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
For the flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes
And there's no use in tryin'
To deal with the dyin'
Though I cannot explain that in lines
Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist
It's all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin' like this
I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
Back to the South
You've been fooled into thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand
Yet there's no one to beat you
No one t' defeat you
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad
I've heard you say many times
That you're better than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that
You know you have
Nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feel
That you gotta be exactly like them
I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words
Would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I'll come and be cryin' to you
Bob Dylan
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