Posted on 10/13/2016 4:37:05 AM PDT by Sir_Humphrey
I think we can appreciate some of the lyrics from “Slow Train Coming”, Dylan’s contribution to “gospel music”.
“Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools...
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules..”
Bob Dylan’s-”When You Gonna Wake Up”
No,that's not true.He's a very serious kid who's lived a very sheltered life for reasons that would take time to explain.
Congrats To Mr. Dylan:
Lyrics: Girl From The North Country
“If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
If you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair hangs long”
Could it be it was a tribute to his home state, MI?
>The New Yorker article, I couldn’t finish it
Neither could I;-{
Could that have been his commentary to the state of American politics, 2016?
I, too, figured he was a raging lefty, until I saw the interview.
I remember calling my wife into the room, and telling her "I could have a beer with this guy! "
Dylan seemed quite decent and normal.
Well it’s a better choice than most of the literature winners they select!
Irish dentistry, alcohol and drug abuse. But a brilliant lyricist.
Appreciate your informed words.
I’ve spent my life around books, less so popular music, though I was young when Dylan was in his prime and so put in my time with him, very happily so.
Certain all of Dylan is not first-rate poetry (imho), and some of it isn’t poetry at all.
But he has set a high standard, over a half-century, for poetics, for meaning, for innovation and originality, and for continuing to explore both form and content, art and life...all of this within a musical universe of pure genius.
I’m glad to see the award to go him partly just so it doesn’t go to another oppressed, grievous, incomprehensible scribbler whose chief asset is that he/she isn’t from the evil West.
But mostly just because he’s earned it, and deserves it.
Go Bob!
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call.
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall.
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled.
There’s a battle outside a-ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle the walls
For the times, they are a-changin’.
As true today as it was in 1964. But for completely different reasons ...
And yes, Bob Dylan deserved the Nobel Prize. If they can give awards to a hack like Maya Angelou, they can certainly give a Nobel to a real poet.
I also assume, while being too lazy to fact-check it, that he's the only person to have won an Oscar and a Nobie.
His home state is MN not MI
Minnesota not Michigan
but yes, he certainly did know the “north country” from his youth
An overdue recognition.
Always one of my favorite songs (I was too young to know it when it came out in 1965 but this really blew open the walls for pop/rock music):
Like a Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To have on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
He wasn’t at all. He wanted nothing to do with the 60s counterculture.
He’ll never get one for singing, that’s for sure.
First We Take Manhattan
Leonard Cohen
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I’m coming now I’m coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I’m guided by a signal in the heavens
I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin
I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I’d really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station
I told you I told you I told you I was one of those
You loved me as a loser but now your worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me but you don’t have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this: to let my work begin
[Chorus:]
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I don’t like your fashion business, mister
I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin
I don’t like what happened to your sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
And I thank you for those items that you sent me
The monkey and the plywood violin
I practiced every night and now I’m ready
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
Remember me, I used to live for music
Remember me, I brought your groceries in
It’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
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Another “Day of the Locusts” except this time he gets a $million.
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