Archive for the ‘· Bob Dylan’ Category

Bob Dylan. Sweetheart like you.

noviembre 11, 2009


Video oficial de la canción.

Nombre: Sweetheart like you.

· · ·

Letra:

Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain’t here, he gone North, he ain’t around. They say that vanity got the best of him, but he sure left here after sundown. By the way, that’s a cute hat, and that smile’s so hard to resist, but what’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you, she wanted a whole man, not just a half, she used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child, you kind of remind me of her when you laugh. In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear, it’s done with a flick of the wrist. What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home, that’s where you belong. Watching out for someone who loves you true, who would never do you wrong. 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? You know you can make a name for yourself, you can hear them tires squeal, you can be known as the most beautiful woman who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal. You know, news of you has come down the line, even before ya came in the door. They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions, each one of them got a fireproof floor. Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you, they smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss. What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey, got to have done some evil deed, got to have your own harem when you come in the door, got to play your harp until your lips bleed. They say that patriotism is the last refuge, to which a scoundrel clings. Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king. There’s only one step down from here, baby, it’s called the land of permanent bliss. What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

· · ·

Músicos: Bob Dylan, Sly Dunbar, Robbie Shakespeare, Mick Taylor, Mark Knopfler y Alan Clark.

Procedencia: Duluth (Minnesota), Estados Unidos.

Escrita por: Bob Dylan.

Producida por: Bob Dylan y Mark Knopfler.

Biografía (Aloha Pop Rock).

Biografía (Wikipedia).

Disco: Infidels.

Año: 1983 (Columbia).

Género: Folk Rock.

Crítica (Wikipedia).

Anuncios

Bob Dylan. I don´t believe you.

octubre 3, 2009

Video con sonido en directo. Canción.

Información de la canción.

Nombre: I don´t believe you.

· · ·

Letra:

I can’t understand, she let go of my hand, an’ left me here facing the wall. I’d sure like t’ know, why she did go. But I can’t get close t’ her at all., though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime, she said she would never forget. But now mornin’s clear, it’s like I ain’t here, she just acts like we never have met.

It’s all new t’ me, like some mystery, it could even be like a myth. Yet it’s hard t’ think on, that she’s the same one, that last night I was with. From darkness, dreams’re deserted, am I still dreamin’ yet? I wish she’d unlock her voice once an’ talk, ‘stead of acting like we never have met.

If she ain’t feelin’ well, then why don’t she tell ‘stead of turnin’ her back t’ my face? Without any doubt, she seems too far out, for me t’ return t’ her chase. Though the night ran swirling an’ whirling, I remember her whispering yet. But evidently she don’t an’ evidently she won’t, she just acts like we never have met.

If I didn’t have t’ guess, I’d gladly confess t’ anything I might’ve tried. If I was with ‘er too long or have done something wrong, I wish she’d tell me what it is, I’ll run an’ hide. Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played, her mouth was watery and wet. But now something has changed, for she ain’t the same, she just acts like we never have met.

I’m leavin’ today, I’ll be on my way, of this I can’t say very much. But if you want me to, I can be just like you, an’ pretend that we never have touched. An’ if anybody asks me, “Is it easy to forget?” I’ll say, “It’s easily done, you just pick anyone, an’ pretend that you never have met!”

· · ·

Músicos: Bob Dylan.

Procedencia: Duluth (Minnesota), Estados Unidos.

Escrita por: Robert Allen Zimmerman (Bob Dylan).

Producida por: Tom Wilson.

Biografía (Aloha Pop Rock).

Biografía (Wikipedia).

Disco: Another side of Bob Dylan.

Año: 1964 (Columbia)

Género: Folk Rock.

Crítica (Wikipedia).

Bob Dylan. Visions of Johanna.

septiembre 26, 2009

Video en directo. Canción.

Información de la canción.

Nombre: Visions of Johanna.

· · ·

Letra:

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, temptin’ 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 off, 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 that’s really insane, Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near, she’s delicate and seems like the mirror, but she just makes it all too concise and too clear, that Johanna’s not here, the ghost of ‘lectricity 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, how can I explain? Oh, 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, 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, sayin’, “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?”, ss 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

· · ·

Músicos: Bob Dylan.

Procedencia: Minnesota, Estados Unidos.

Escrita por: Bob Dylan.

Producida por: Bob Johnston.

Biografía (Aloha Pop Rock).

Biografía (Wikipedia).

Disco: Blonde on blonde.

Año: 1966 (Columbia).

Género: Folk Rock.

Crítica (Aloha Pop Rock).

Crítica (Wikipedia).