L'Anno Dylaniano

la mia preferita.....quanti bei ricordi....che bella....

Dario57 ha scritto:

E prima che sparisca da YT (come l'altro) c'e`anche questo (che sempre di North Country si parla ....) :

"o when the red iron pits are run plentyyy!!"
un adi quelle che cantavo più spesso
finche non c'era più nessuno intorno e anche dopo
n po' penitenziale in retrospettiva
si notan l'espressioni contrite degli astanti...
comprensibile abbia poi "cambiato" ..."un po'"
prima che "non ci fosse più niente per trattenerli..."

"the stars one by one they are folding..."

scaricheta...

bel regalo Dario
eeehh

Eh, si, grandi video questi ... non dureranno molto sul tubo, His Bobness in originale sparisce presto ....

Dichiaro il 12 Aprile giorno di It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry !!!

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby
Can’t buy a thrill
Well, I’ve been up all night, baby
Leanin’ on the windowsill
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don’t make it
You know my baby will

Don’t the moon look good, mama
Shinin’ through the trees?
Don’t the brakeman look good, mama
Flagging down the “Double E?”
Don’t the sun look good
Goin’ down over the sea?
Don’t my gal look fine
When she’s comin’ after me?

Now the wintertime is coming
The windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody
But I could not get across
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby
I don’t wanna be your boss
Don’t say I never warned you
When your train gets lost

! ! !

13 aprile ........ Visions of Johanna ......

Un po`graffiato, 'sto vinile ....



Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn of
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them it's insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like veneer
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man "

As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

Mitica! L'ho in una cassetta anch'essa con molto fruscio.

hobo68 ha scritto:

Mitica! L'ho in una cassetta anch'essa con molto fruscio.

... e`l'unica versione originale che ho trovato sul tubo .... c'e`anche una grande versione dei Grateful Dead .... ....

Per il 14 aprile ........

Queen Jane Approximately

Dave Rawlings Machine ....



When your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father to your sister he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you
And the smell of their roses does not remain
And all of your children start to resent you
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned
Have died in battle or in vain
And you're sick of all this repetition
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

When all of your advisers heave their plastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Now when all of the bandits that you turned your other cheek to
All lay down their bandanas and complain
And you want somebody you don't have to speak to
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

15 aprile .... Mr Tambourine man



Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' 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.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Dario57 ha scritto:

15 aprile .... Mr Tambourine man

Certo non una delle migliori versioni che ho sentito...

E il 16 Aprile sia il giorno di:

Jokerman

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don’t show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister
You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
Michelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time ’til night comes steppin’ in

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don’t show any response

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Sandro ha scritto:

Certo non una delle migliori versioni che ho sentito...

Beh, si ..... l'avevo postata solo perche`e`veramente difficile trovare His Bobness sul tubo .... l'originale dei Byrds e`un'altra cosa ....

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

eccolo in vendita da Elderly: [/quote]

'naggia...ne avevo una prontissima per oggi..che è sabato...dario sei troppo veloce!

perrycoloso ha scritto:

'naggia...ne avevo una prontissima per oggi..che è sabato...dario sei troppo veloce!

Veramente e`stato Sandro ....

I casi sono due ... o fai tardi stasera, o ti svegli presto domani ....

Dario57 ha scritto:

perrycoloso ha scritto:

'naggia...ne avevo una prontissima per oggi..che è sabato...dario sei troppo veloce!

Veramente e`stato Sandro ....

I casi sono due ... o fai tardi stasera, o ti svegli presto domani ....

la questione è più complessa...perchè o faccio POCO tardi stasera e torno prima che ci sia un sandro o un dario a postare....ma in quel caso..vuol dire che non ho le forze di mettermi a postare!...

poi era perfetta per oggi!(in quanto sabato)....
beh prossimo weekend non mi fregate...

perrycoloso ha scritto:

beh prossimo weekend non mi fregate...

Vedremo ....

...

Dario you've got a PM

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

Dario you've got a PM

Got it .... sei un mito ....

Dario57 ha scritto:

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

Dario you've got a PM

Got it .... sei un mito ....

Chissà se è quello che penso io...

Sandro ha scritto:

Dario57 ha scritto:

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

Dario you've got a PM

Got it .... sei un mito ....

Chissà se è quello che penso io...

Tu pensi troppo invece che leggere la posta

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

Sandro ha scritto:

Dario57 ha scritto:

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

Dario you've got a PM

Got it .... sei un mito ....

Chissà se è quello che penso io...

Tu pensi troppo invece che leggere la posta

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