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Some favorite Dylan lyrics (more to come)
Forever Young (The Dylan beatitudes) May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful May your song always be sung And may you stay forever young. Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. Positively Fourth Street (brilliant ode to fake friends) I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You’d know what a drag it is To see you |
Anonymous
I found the movie to be more about a moment of time in music. He was the center of the story, but the story itself was bigger. Worth seeing. |
Anonymous
| Was anyone else thrown by Cape May as Newport? It was so identifiably Cape May. |
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It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
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 Don’t think Twice: It’s allright (ultimate break up song) It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If'n you don't know by now And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It'll never do somehow When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I'll be gone You're the reason I'm a-traveling on But don't think twice, it's all right And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe That light I never knowed And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay But we never did too much talking anyway But don't think twice, it's all right It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal Like you never did before It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal I can’t hear you anymore I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I’m told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don’t think twice, it’s all right |
Anonymous
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Mr Tambourine Man
Hey, mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to. Hey, mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In that jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow The Times They Are A-Changin Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don’t criticize What you can’t understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin’ Please get out of the new one If you can’t lend your hand For the times they are a-changin’ |
Anonymous
| He won a Nobel Prize for his lyrics, I don't think anyone is denying he is a world class poet. |
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Every Grain of Sand (From Dylan’s born again Christian phase in the late 70s and 80s)
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere Toiling in the danger and 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 beams 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'll 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 |
Anonymous
I am posting lyrics but not the person you were arguing with. Although I do find it ironic that you post such lame “I’m not interested” comments in a thread about the recent Dylan movie. If you are not interested, why post at all? I am posting lyrics to keep the focus on his brilliance as a poetic song writer. I was bit disappointed in the film (that was still terrific for the historical references and general acting) for not exploring BD’s human side enough … but I feel like his lyrics do that. |
Anonymous
When I was having a lot of difficulty with my teen DD this verse kept running through my head, especially "Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command." |
Anonymous
Yes me too - it really is timeless. I also take comfort in Kahlil Gibran’s (1883 – 1931) poem “On Children” And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. |
Anonymous
I was in cape may when they were filming! I loved seeing it! |
Anonymous
and was an abusive azz to women. |
Anonymous
Where is the evidence he was abusive? https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/bob-dylans-wife-dating-history-160000633.html |
Anonymous
Yeah the allegation of abusing a 12 year old in 1965 timeline and lack of corroborating evidence does not add up … https://www.quora.com/Are-the-allegations-against-Bob-Dylan-at-all-true |
Anonymous
Yes, def thrown. My family house is in the film (in CM) |