Bob Dylan

[kdubfan]

I'd love to hear this next Friday HINT HINT

They sat together in the park

As the evening sky grew dark

She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones

It was then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight

And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked alone by the old canal

A little confused I remember well

And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright

He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train

Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played

As she was walking on by the arcade

As the light bust through a-beat-up shade where he was waking up

She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate

And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

[ From : http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/bob-dylan-lyrics/simple-twist-of-fate-lyrics.html ]

He woke up the room was bare

He didn't see her anywhere

He told himself he didn't care pushed the window open wide

Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate

Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks

And walks along with a parrot that talks

Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in

Maybe she'll pick him out again how long must he wait

One more time for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin

To know and feel too much within

I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring

She was born in spring but I was born too late

Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

[kdubfan]

Simple Twist of fate is in my top few songs of Bob's that Jerry played. Jerry changed the tempo just right and changes key from Dylan's E to D to make this one of the sweetest and heartfelt songs. I for sure hear Jerry doing this one when I think about it. For all you guitar players out there who would like to learn this one I found this nice video

I hope you all enjoy this song as much as I do.

[kdubfan]

Ramblin' Gamblin' Willie

Come around you rovin' gamblers, a story we will tell

About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well

His name was Willie Conley and he gambled all his life,

He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife.

And it's ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll

Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows

Sailin' down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans,

They're was a famous card game on the Jackson River Queen.

"I've come to win some money," old Gamblin' Willie says,

When the game was ended up, the whole damn boat was his.

And it's ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll

Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek,

There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week.

Nine hundred miners had laid their money down,

When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town.

And it's ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll

Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

Now Willie had a heart of gold, and this I know is true,

He supported all his children, and all their mothers too.

He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore,

He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor.

And it's ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll

Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

It was late one evenin' during a poker game,

A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame.

He shot poor Willie through the heart, it was a tragic fate,

When Willie's cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights.

And it's ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll

Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

So all you rovin' gamblers, wherever you might be,

The moral of this story is very plain to see.

Make your money while you can, before you have to stop,

For when you pull that dead man's hand, your gamblin' days are up.

And it's ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll

Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows

[chuckvegas]

Amazing, the eternal relevance of his work. That has to be a hallmark of genius.

Go 'way from my window

Leave at your own chosen speed

I'm not the one you want, babe

I'm not the one you need

You say you're lookin' for someone

Who's never weak but always strong

To protect you an' defend you

Whether you are right or wrong

Someone to open each and every door

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me babe It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe

Go lightly on the ground

I'm not the one you want, babe

I will only let your down

You say you're lookin' for someone

Who will promise never to part

Someone to close his eyes for you

Someone to close his heart

Someone who will die for you an' more

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me babe

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night

Everything inside is made of stone

There's nothing in here moving

An' anyway I'm not alone

You say you're looking for someone

Who'll pick you up each time you fall

To gather flowers constantly

An' to come each time you call

A lover for you life an' nothing more

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

[Tea]

Just pure brilliance....

Darkness at the break of noon

Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child’s balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn

Plays wasted words, proves to warn

That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation’s page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to moan but unlike before

You discover that you’d just be one more

Person crying

So don’t fear if you hear

A foreign sound to your ear

It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don’t hate nothing at all

Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their mark

Make everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It’s easy to see without looking too far

That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates

Goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States

Sometimes must have to stand naked

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged

It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge

And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs they con

You into thinking you’re the one

That can do what’s never been done

That can win what’s never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you

You lose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit

To satisfy, insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not forget

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules

For the wise men and the fools

I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize

And then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society’s pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole

That he’s in

But I mean no harm nor put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare

While money doesn’t talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer’s pride, security

It blows the minds most bitterly

For them that think death’s honesty

Won’t fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed

Graveyards, false gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They’d probably put my head in a guillotine

But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

[Muddy Waters]

Did not have a chance to go through these posts but a vastly underated period for Dylan was the very late 70's to very early 80's with Street Legal and Shot of Love as shining examples..As a matter of fact the best show I have ever seen Dylan do was the Shot of Love Tour where he had William Smitty Smith on Organ and the the three black female singers..Dylan should consider releasing a show from that Tour on his bootleg series. Dylan should have kept the back-up singers going forward. They really added a spiritual harmony and blended well with his somewhat challenged vocal issue. Here is the best song from Shot of Love IMHO. Every Grain of Sand

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 dying 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 time it's only me

I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man

Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

[chuckvegas]

Wow...that is beautiful and soul rending as stand-alone poetry. I'm going to have to look for performances. Thank you for this.

[sgrmag2564]

I've been around this whole country

But I never yet found Fenneario.

Well, as we marched down, as we marched down

Well, as we marched down to Fennerio'

Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove

Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O

[stlblues]

May 8th,1965: The filming of the promotional film for Bob Dylan’s 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' took place at the side of the Savoy Hotel in London. Actors in the background were Allen Ginsberg and Bob Neuwirth. This became one of the first 'modern' promotional film clips, the forerunner of the music video. The original clip was actually the opening segment of D. A. Pennebaker's film, Don't Look Back, a documentary on Bob Dylan's 1965 tour of England. In the film, Dylan, who came up with the idea, holds up cue cards for the camera with selected words and phrases from the lyrics. The cue cards were written by Donovan, Allen Ginsberg, Bob Neuwirth and Dylan himself. While staring at the camera, he flipped the cards as the song played.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMIlP4zB0EM

[chuckvegas]

I have long loved that song and that clip. More proof, as if it is needed, of his being a product of and ahead of his time. I think that adds up to being timeless.

Watch the parking meters...

[chuckvegas]

Here's one I hadn't thought of in a while, and in the last couple of days it has come to mind:

Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it

Sometimes it gets so hard, you see

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

With all these promises you left for me

But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?

Well, I waited for you when I was half sick

Yes, I waited for you when you hated me

Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic

When you knew I had some other place to be

Now where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously

But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.

Well, six white horses that you did promise

Were fin'ly delivered down to the penitentiary

But to live outside the law, you must be honest

I know you always say that you agree

But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?

Well I don't know how it happened

But the river-boat captain he knows my fate

But ev'rybody else, even yourself

They're just gonna have to wait.

Well, I got the fever down in my pockets

The Persian drunkard, he follows me

Yes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock it

You see, you forgot to leave me with the key

Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?

Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed

That a man can't give his address out to bad company

And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad

In the ruins of your balcony

Wond'ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie ?

[stlblues]

May 9th, 1965: During a UK tour, Bob Dylan played the first of two sold out nights at London's Royal Albert Hall. All four members of The Beatles were in the audience.

[stlblues]

May 12th, 1963: Bob Dylan walked out of rehearsals for the US TV Ed Sullivan show after being told he couldn't perform 'Talking John Birch Society Blues' due to it mocking the US military.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vrGOvgYdtg

[chuckvegas]

Another one that comes to mind with the passage of time. It is unbelievable how Dylan is truly a man for all seasons...

I ain't lookin' to compete with you

Beat or cheat or mistreat you

Simplify you, classify you

Deny, defy or crucify you

All I really want to do

Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you

Frighten you or tighten you

Drag you down or drain you down

Chain you down or bring you down

All I really want to do

Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain't lookin' to block you up

Shock or knock or lock you up

Analyze you, categorize you

Finalize you or advertise you

All I really want to do

Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to straight-face you

Race or chase you, track or trace you

Or disgrace you or displace you

Or define you or confine you

All I really want to do

Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to meet your kin

Make you spin or do you in

Or select you or dissect you

Or inspect you or reject you

All I really want to do

Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to fake you out

Take or shake or forsake you out

I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me

See like me or be like me

All I really want to do

Is, baby, be friends with you.

[waynecs]

An unjustly overlooked tune from the greatest LP ever...

When she said

“Don’t waste your words, they’re just lies”

I cried she was deaf

And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes

Then said, “What else you got left?”

It was then that I got up to leave

But she said, “Don’t forget

Everybody must give something back

For something they get”

I stood there and hummed

I tapped on her drum and asked her how come

And she buttoned her boot

And straightened her suit

Then she said, “Don’t get cute”

So I forced my hands in my pockets

And felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her

My very last piece of gum

She threw me outside

I stood in the dirt where ev’ryone walked

And after finding I’d

Forgotten my shirt

I went back and knocked

I waited in the hallway, she went to get it

And I tried to make sense

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair

That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum

And when she did come, I asked her for some

She said, “No, dear”

I said, “Your words aren’t clear

You’d better spit out your gum”

She screamed till her face got so red

Then she fell on the floor

And I covered her up and then

Thought I’d go look through her drawer

And when I was through

I filled up my shoe

And brought it to you

And you, you took me in

You loved me then

You didn’t waste time

And I, I never took much

I never asked for your crutch

Now don’t ask for mine