Posted on 03/18/2008 10:06:29 AM PDT by pissant
Legendary singer-song writer Bob Dylan is billed to play a single concert in Warsaw on June 7.
Polish music fans, though not necessarily those of the young generation, are in for a big treat. The artist chose to perform in a student’s club rather than in a big concert hall. It will be his second appearance in Poland. His first visit was back in 1994.
At 67, Bob Dylan remains one of the most influential artist and a model to follow for many composers, poets and singers. His LPs and CDs have sold in over 90 million copies. (mk)
Dont think twice Ma, I’m in Poland
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch,
The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the Fuhrer
Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes
Satan comes as a man of peace.
He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue,
He knows every song of love that ever has been sung.
Good intentions can be evil,
Both hands can be full of grease.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, first he's in the background, then he's in the front,
Both eyes are looking like they're on a rabbit hunt.
Nobody can see through him,
No, not even the Chief of Police.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, he catch you when you're hoping for a glimpse of the sun,
Catch you when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton.
He could be standing next to you,
The person that you'd notice least.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
I can smell something cooking,
I can tell there's going to be a feast.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
He's a great humanitarian, he's a great philanthropist,
He knows just where to touch you, honey, and how you like to be kissed.
He'll put both his arms around you,
You can feel the tender touch of the beast.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
It’s all right Ma, they are no longer commies.
Another great one from that era:
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Bob Dylan is a national treasure.
He is, even moreso than many realize.
ping-a-ling
Bob Dylan ping.
There is an artist in Poland who with Leonard Cohen's approval has translated and performed many of Cohen's songs. I have read that he is quite good.
Someone else there got the idea to do a similar thing with Zimmie's songs. Zimmy declined.
Oh where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Counting down to the arrival of the professional music critics and their “Dylan can’t sing” line: 5.. 4.. 3.. 2..
I think the rhymes would be lost if translated.
No, it’s a dead thread with all the Obama stuff going down.
It’s a hard raiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins a-gonna fall
Yeah, Zimmerman can’t compete with O’Bambino’s granny, or even with the Americans Idle.
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