Bob Dylan is at the point in his career where he does just about what he wants... and since he hasn't put out any new material in about 8 years the masses will soak up any and all that the master has to release.
Just about a month ago he put out an epic 17-minute (yes, you read that right) epic about the Kennedy assassination 'Murder Most Foul' where he gave us a history of the last 57+ years of our culture here in the United States- our dark, shadowy, crippled past with scattered references of movies and music too numerous to count thrown in. A masterwork that puts the dollop of whipped cream and cherry topping on the endless Sundae of his career.
'I Contain Multitudes' is a lighter affair (clocking in at 4:38). He toys playfully with his observations along the long road of his career with wit, dry humor and sense of things as they are...or aren't if they are looked at deeper. It's almost as if he's wrapping things up in this song...
'Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what's next? What shall we do?...'
Taking notes along the way and almost coming to terms with his place in the zeitgeist, but with a resignation that is all but wary of continuing on...
'I'll sell you down the river, I'll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you?...'
I take it as a sly wink that he knows what he has meant to all of his fans and the world but still might be ready for more... OR is he...??