About The Song: Vanity of Vanities

So here's a little bit about one the songs coming your way....

Vanity of Vanities….

I was reading Ecclesiastes one day a few years ago….a book I have been greatly comforted by in recent times. I’ve always been sobered by the book, and by it’s cold way of telling the truth. I was also listening to a lot of Bob Dylan at the time, and there was this section toward the end of the book of Ecclesiastes that struck me like a Bob Dylan song. In that last chapter, the writer stars naming tons of seemingly random things - perhaps purposefully random since that was his frame of mind - everything under the sun is meaningless.

Ecclesiastes 12 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

Remember God in Your Youth

1 Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near when you will say, “I have no delight in them”; 2 before the sun and the light, the moon and the stars are darkened, and clouds return after the rain; 3 in the day that the watchmen of the house tremble, and mighty men stoop, the grinding ones stand idle because they are few, and those who look through windows grow dim; 4 and the doors on the street are shut as the sound of the grinding mill is low, and one will arise at the sound of the bird, and all the daughters of song will sing softly. 5 Furthermore, men are afraid of a high place and of terrors on the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags himself along, and the caperberry is ineffective. For man goes to his eternal home while mourners go about in the street. 6 Remember Him before the silver cord is broken and the golden bowl is crushed, the pitcher by the well is shattered and the wheel at the cistern is crushed; 7 then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it. 8 “Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher, “all is vanity!”

They were such practical and random things, spoken in sequence, it felt for a moment I was listening to a tripping LSD’ed singer sing “hey Mr. Tamborine man”. So I made a Bob Dylan-y song out of it. A better theologian could probably offer some insights on the meaning of the list, I just thought they were interesting. And vain. And painful. A reminder that good things... end.