Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man, plain atrocity
I'm not sleepy and there is no fight Iโ€™d rather do
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man, you canโ€™t hide from me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

Though I know your orange empire will return into sand
Vanish from this land
I wonโ€™t wait for you to crash, I wonโ€™t be sleeping
My readiness amazes me, Iโ€™ve landed on my feet
I have no one else to meet
And your ancient empty soul's too dead for dreaming

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@NWBison
Nice.
Weren't tangerine man, candyman, and more, codes for the peddler with the stuff? I guess cold turkey, severe withdrawal pain songs are indeed appropriate for these times of pain, once again.
@gazeshift @NWBison
Is that like orange men in Ireland?
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@spacemagick @NWBison
Possibly, don't exactly know, but 'orange crush' is indeed for the 'stuff'.

@gazeshift
Could be โ€” I wasnโ€™t that tuned in then.

Iโ€™ve never heard the phrase โ€œtangerine manโ€ before.

I didnโ€™t know a candyman but I knew what it meant.

@NWBison
True. Dylan's own creative way to write about his 'jingle jangle' state.
So many songs back then played around the theme. Rolling Stones with Lady 'Jane'; Tom Petty with 'Mary Jane', and so on: marijuana, joint.
Poets, singers, writers, and of course the streets, had their ways, their 'codes' back then.