talk about bitter...
Posted on 05/24/2012 3:57:36 PM PDT by Third Person
Hey, happy birthday Bob! Just sittin' here, listening to Infidels and enjoying the tunes.
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 gray, 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.
Dylan what asked where he got his lyrics, and he said he had no idea where he got them and said, “They came and then they left”.
His music wants we want to shoot myself..
BTW, I agree.
Coupla years back, this was mine
‘People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.’
Joni Mitchell's assessment was undoubtedly the harshest:
Bob is not authentic at all: He’s a plagiarist, and his name and voice are fake. Everything about Bob is a deception.
Definitely derivative. It's so strange to find people at this site, of all places, praising him!
Blood on the Tracks is my most favorite Dylan album.
He’s a interesting guy. Has lived life on his own terms, for good or bad.
To thos who love 1960's folk music know why he's so popular as a performer.As a songwriter you don't even have to have a love of that genre.
Perhaps his finest composition (although it’s tough to choose)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h80l4XIPJC4
Pompous and pretentious - comment that is.
Derivative? What does that even mean?
Pompous and prententious and jealous... that’s Joni Mitchell. Apparently Bob didn’t bother her enough to keep her from participating on the Rolling Thunder tour.
She sounds like one of those modern poets who think other writers are inauthentic because they write in another style or genre that's more baroque and further from naked self-expression. But perhaps there's something personal going on that we don't know about.
Dylan gets praised here because he's an eccentric who didn't fit in to the "folk musician" box that his peers tried to create.
You might argue that that was because of egocentrism or cussedness or a loose screw, but still, there's a lot to praise in someone who defies the usual stereotypes and cuts across expected categories.
It's an amusing feud. The way to become "an American original" as Dylan undoubtedly is now, is to pick a role and play it long enough in defiance of trends and fashions to the point where people assume the mask is your own face.
Does he take classic songs and twist them and rewrite the lyrics? Sure. Folk music has been doing that for 200 years. Did he change his name? Sure. He's hardly the first Jewish entertainer to make that choice.
Happy Birthday, Bob.
God bless.
It’s a wonderful Dylan album... it’s always nice to come upon a great listen.
talk about bitter...
Happy Birthday Mr Dylan.
To date I have seen you 70 times in concert. Please add some US dates in 2012 so I can match your years concurrently.
I am deeply grateful to have been on this earth and feel blessed to have ben influenced by you.
“I am deeply grateful to have been on this earth and feel blessed to have ben influenced by you.”
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That’s how I feel about my mother.
Happy Birthday Bob!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk3mAX5xdxo
Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone
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