L'Anno Dylaniano

Dario57 ha scritto:

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

Tu pensi troppo invece che leggere la posta

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Comunque mi astengo dal postare la canzone di oggi, voglio dare una possibilità a Perry

Vado a Buona notte a tutti !

Sandro ha scritto:

Dario57 ha scritto:

MeMyGuitar ha scritto:

Tu pensi troppo invece che leggere la posta

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Comunque mi astengo dal postare la canzone di oggi, voglio dare una possibilità a Perry

Vado a Buona notte a tutti !

Giusto ! Vai Perry !!!!

La serata e`andata bene, right ??? ........ ...

la serata non è andata come la canzone che volevo postare ieri voleva auspicarmi
quindi
senza indugiare oltre dichiaro la giornata di

Subterranean homesick blues

Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes
Don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
’Cause the vandals took the handles



aggiungo che quando saprò cantare questa canzone senza mangiarmi una parola mi sentirò superfigo!

perrycoloso ha scritto:

Subterranean homesick blues

Per oggi 18 aprile, invece, andra`bene Absolutely Sweet Marie ...



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 not again, not too many can be like you, fortunately

Well, six white horses that you did promise
Were finally delivered down to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be honest
I know you always say that you agree
Alright, so where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

Well, I don't know how it happened
But the river boat captain, he knows my fate
But everybody 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?

Well, I've been in jail, when all the 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
Wondering where you are tonight, sweet Marie?

19 aprile ......... Don't think twice, it's alright ....







It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
even you don’t know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how.
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' 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
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' walkin’ 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

So long, Honey Babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But Goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

20 Aprile :

Forever Young

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

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
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

L'unico merito che ha è essere nato al posto giusto nel momento giusto

aretna ha scritto:

L'unico merito che ha è essere nato al posto giusto nel momento giusto

Ma chi ? Neil Young a nascere con quel cognome per poter poi fare una cover di Forever Young ???? ..... onestamente mi sembra un po`riduttivo .... ha fatto anche belle cose indipendentemente dal cognome ....

Mi riferivo a Dylan che non potrà mai raggiungere i livelli eccelsi di persone come Laura Pausini.

aretna ha scritto:

Mi riferivo a Dylan che non potrà mai raggiungere i livelli eccelsi di persone come Laura Pausini.

Ah, beh ... la Pausini non te la tocco ..... dopo aver saputo che hai la tua cameretta tappezzata di suoi manifesti non vorrei scatenare in te una crisi isterica .... ...

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E aggiungo anche Pupo.

aretna ha scritto:

E aggiungo anche Pupo.

Eh, ma se tiri fuori grossi calibri di questo tipo e`dura replicare ....

Ti abbandono al tuo destino musicale ....

aretna ha scritto:

Mi riferivo a Dylan che non potrà mai raggiungere i livelli eccelsi di persone come Laura Pausini.

Sei stato morso da un troll ?!?

Sandro ha scritto:

aretna ha scritto:

Mi riferivo a Dylan che non potrà mai raggiungere i livelli eccelsi di persone come Laura Pausini.

Sei stato morso da un troll ?!?

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Sandro ha scritto:

aretna ha scritto:

Mi riferivo a Dylan che non potrà mai raggiungere i livelli eccelsi di persone come Laura Pausini.

Sei stato morso da un troll ?!?

Hai mai sentito la piadina che prepara Laura? Chiedi a Dylan se è capace.

21 aprile ............ The Ballad of Hollis Brown ....

http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTM1MjI0MDQ0.html



Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin brokin' down.

You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile.

Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe.

The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares ?

You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pocket tell you
That you ain't a-got no friend.

Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain.

Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shels.

Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That's hangin' on the wall.

Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That you're holdin' in your hand.

There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar.

There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born.

Basta non sa cantare,non sa suonare,ha scritto bruttissime canzoni e non potrà mai raggiungere il livello artistico di Andrea Mingardi.

Almeno una cosa giusta l'ha scritta

Sandro ha scritto:

aretna ha scritto:

Mi riferivo a Dylan che non potrà mai raggiungere i livelli eccelsi di persone come Laura Pausini.

Sei stato morso da un troll ?!?

Non c'e`piu`dubbio, ormai ..... sembra la reincarnazione di cuthbert, anche se e`meno fantasioso e piu`banale ...... eh, i bei trolls di una volta .....

Non c'e`piu`dubbio, ormai ..... sembra la reincarnazione di cuthbert, anche se e`meno fantasioso e piu`banale ...... eh, i bei trolls di una volta .....

Come dice l'assessore: Fatti non pugnette.

ALTRO CHE DYLAN

Dario57 ha scritto:

21 aprile ............ The Ballad of Hollis Brown ....

22 aprile
Talkin' World War III Blues ...così perchè ce l'ho in testa in questo momento



Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head

I said, “Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain”
He said, “Nurse, get your pad, this boy’s insane”
He grabbed my arm, I said, “Ouch!”
As I landed on the psychiatric couch
He said, “Tell me about it”

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o’clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on

Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter and walked on down the road
It was a normal day

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
“Give me a string bean, I’m a hungry man”
A shotgun fired and away I ran
I don’t blame them too much though, I know I look funny

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man
I said, “Howdy friend, I guess there’s just us two”
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
“Let’s go and play Adam and Eve”
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin’
When she said, “Hey man, you crazy or sumpin’
You see what happened last time they started”

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun’
I got into the driver’s seat
And I drove down 42nd Street
In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war

Well, I remember seein’ some ad
So I turned on my Conelrad
But I didn’t pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn’t work so well
Turned on my record player—
It was Rock-a-day Johnny singin’, “Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa
Our Love’s A-gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah”

I was feelin’ kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
“When you hear the beep it will be three o’clock”
She said that for over an hour
And I hung up

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then
Sayin’, “Hey I’ve been havin’ the same old dreams
But mine was a little different you see
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me
I didn’t see you around”

Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody’s having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves
Walkin’ around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all of the people can’t be all right all of the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”
I said that