Dylan Gets Nobel Prize

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Do you have a favorite line "
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"how does it feel?"

"but it's all too concise and too clear
that Johanna is not here"

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

" but you're gonna hafta
serve somebody "

" the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee,
all the rest of them rebel rivers "
 
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Kevin M. Kruse Verified account ‏@KevinMKruse 19m19 minutes ago

What are the odds that Bob Dylan gets the Nobel Prize the same year that William Zantzinger gets the Republican nomination for president?


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"I gazed upon the chimes of freedom clashing"
 
Well, by this time I was fed up
At tryin’ to make a stab
At bringin’ back any help
For my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship.


-Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
 
"she dropped a coin into the cup
of a blind man at the gate
and forgot about a simple twist of fate"

"they say I shot a man named Gray
and took his wife to Italy.
She inherited a million bucks
and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm luckyyyyyyy"

"I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue"

Most every line in Tangled Up in Blue

" Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”"

" Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?"

"Yonder stands your orphan and his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue"

"Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather "

"Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row"
 
Every Grain Of Sand
by Bob Dylan

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


Copyright © 1981 by Special Rider Music
 
"Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand
And rivers that ran through ev’ry day
I must have been mad
I never knew what I had
Until I threw it all away"
 
If today was not a crooked highway

If tonight was not a crooked trail

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time

Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all

Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'

And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'

Yes, only if she was lyin' by me

Then I'd lie in my bed once again

I can't see my reflection in the waters

I can't speak the sounds that show no pain

I can't hear the echo of my footsteps

Or remember the sound of my own name

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'

And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'

Yes and only if she was lyin' by me

Then I'd lie in my bed once again

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river

There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky

But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty

That I remember in my true love's eyes

Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'

I could hear her heart a softly poundin'

Yes and only if she was lyin' by me

Then I'd lie in my bed once again
 
been thinkin' this morning about the story of Newport , Pete Seeger and the axe.
The song troubling him was Maggies Farm.

"I Pity the Poor Immigrant
that wishes he would have
stayed home"

"When your lost in the rain
in Juarez
and it's Easter time
too "
 
"she dropped a coin into the cup

of a blind man at the gate

and forgot about a simple twist of fate"

"they say I shot a man named Gray

and took his wife to Italy.

She inherited a million bucks

and when she died it came to me.

I can't help it if I'm luckyyyyyyy"

"I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

Tangled up in blue"

Most every line in Tangled Up in Blue

" Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”"

" Just how much abuse will you be able to take?

Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss

What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?"

"Yonder stands your orphan and his gun

Crying like a fire in the sun

Look out the saints are comin’ through

And it’s all over now, Baby Blue"

"Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way

I’m sure your mind is roamin’

I’m sure your heart is not with me

But with the country to where you’re goin’

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

Take heed of the stormy weather

And yes, there’s something you can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather "

"Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago

With his friend, a jealous monk

He looked so immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet

Now you would not think to look at him

But he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin

On Desolation Row"

I take it Blood On The Tracks is your favorite album of his? It's mine.
 
I take it Blood On The Tracks is your favorite album of his? It's mine.

Absolutely. It's a perfect album, imo, but that is also because of my age. I was too young when his earlier stuff was more popular. He has said about this album that he can't believe people like it because of how much raw pain is in it. Apparently it isn't one he likes to recall, probably because it's too honest and undisguised.

I especially like the imagery. He had been studying art with a teacher for a while before it came out and I think the lyrics are especially visual.
 
Seems peoples favorite Dylan album is the one where they found Dylan.
Most often there was a line or a song that defined their state of mind at the time.

Never was a Shakespearean but would think that experience similar

For me it was Freewheelin'. An older relative brought it home and played it over and over.
" lone ranger and tonto headin' down the line
fixin' everybody's troubles
everybody's cept mine
musta heard I was doin' alright "

" lit a cigarette on a parking meter
and walked on down the road
it was a normal day ..."

"oxford town oxford town "

I didnt know what that was about --

Oxford Town around the bend
He come in to the door, he couldn’t get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my friend?

.....

Freewheelin' to me is like comfort food.
 
Reminds me of Whitman.


Lay down your weary tune, lay down

Lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings

No voice can hope to hum

Struck by the sounds before the sun

I knew the night had gone

The morning breeze like a bugle blew

Against the drums of dawn

Lay down your weary tune, lay down

Lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings

No voice can hope to hum

The ocean wild like an organ played

The seaweed’s wove its strands

The crashin’ waves like cymbals clashed

Against the rocks and sands

Lay down your weary tune, lay down

Lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings

No voice can hope to hum

I stood unwound beneath the skies

And clouds unbound by laws

The cryin’ rain like a trumpet sang

And asked for no applause

Lay down your weary tune, lay down

Lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings

No voice can hope to hum

The last of leaves fell from the trees

And clung to a new love’s breast

The branches bare like a banjo played

To the winds that listened best

I gazed down in the river’s mirror

And watched its winding strum

The water smooth ran like a hymn

And like a harp did hum

Lay down your weary tune, lay down

Lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings

No voice can hope to hum
 
"blue river flowin
slow and lazy"

once saw a movie about the relationship between Paul Verlaines and Artur Rimbaud
Them cats was nuts
 
Lisa Hannigan playing banjo and singing Meet Me in the Morning - the video isn't is complete but still pretty darn cool.
[video=youtube;eh4S82OsQXw]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eh4S82OsQXw[/video]
 
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