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You´re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

You´re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

The Daily Telegraph utropte denne sangen til "fullstendige mesterstykket". Til tross for tiljubling har ikke Dylan spilt sangen live etter 1976 - står det på Wiki, men den er brukt i oppvarming og preshow. Denne er og av NYC produksjonene, og har en åpen D/E stemming på gitaren. Etter å ha spilt med slik stemming en liten stund i det siste, liker jeg dette veldig godt!

Litt motvillig må jeg ta med at det finnes flere cover her og en av de beste er Miley Cyrus sin versjon.

Den musikalske avstanden mellom albumversjon og konsert er jo påtagelig, lytt og lik det du vil!

Youtube:

Spotify:You´re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

I've seen love go by my door

It's never been this close before

Never been so easy or so slow.

Been shooting in the dark too long

When somethin's not right it's wrong

You're gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Dragon clouds so high above

I've only known careless love,

It always has hit me from below.

But this time around it's more correct

Right on target, so direct,

You're gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Purple clover, Queen Anne lace,

Crimson hair across your face,

You could make me cry if you don't know.

Can't remember what I was thinkin' of

You might be spoilin' me too much, love,

You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy,

Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme,

Blue river runnin' slow and lazy,

I could stay with you forever

And never realize the time.

Situations have ended sad,

Relationships have all been bad.

Mine have been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.

But there's no way I can compare

All them scenes to this affair,

You're gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin',

Stayin' far behind without you.

Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin',

Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to.

I

'll look for you in old Honolulu,

San Francisco, Ashtabula,

Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.

But I'll see you in the sky above,

In the tall grass, in the ones I love,

You're gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Idiot Wind

Idiot Wind

En nydelig sang, som tilhører de innspillingene fra Minnesota, med bror til Bob som produsent. Mange tolker teksten til å handle om forholdet og skilsmissen med kona Sara. Sønnen Jakob sa engang at dette er foreldrene mine som snakker sammen.

Det er fasinerende å lese teksten, "det er et under at du fortsatt klarer å puste"! Et statement som forteller meg endel... 

Idiot Wind har blitt et utrykk i andres litteratur og musikk for eksempel Amanda Bergman, Rob Winger og Lou Reed.

Jeg fant en versjon på youtube som ikke er det ene eller det andre:

spotify:Idiot Wind

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press

Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it but when they will I can only guess.

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.

I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act

Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.

Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,

I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that

Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth

Blowing down the backroads headin' south.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I threw the I-Ching yesterday, it said there might be some thunder at the well.

Peace and quiet's been avoiding me for so long it seems like living hell.

There's a lone soldier on the hill, watchin' falling raindrops pour.

You'd never know it to look at him, but at the final shot he won the war

After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, day dreamin' about the way things sometimes are

Hoofbeats pounding in my head at break-neck speed and making me see stars.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.

One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,

Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,

Blowing through the curtains in your room.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us in and destiny which broke us apart

You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.

Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,

What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top

You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, that you left all your bags behind

The driver came in after you left, he gave them all to me, and then he resigned.

The priest wore black on the seventh day, walzed around while the building burned.

You didn't trust me for a minute, babe. I've never known the spring to turn

So quickly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing everytime you move your jaw,

From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Mardi Gras.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

We pushed eachother a little too far, and one day it just jumped into a raging storm.

A hound dog bayed behind your trees as I was packing up my uniform.

I figured I'd lost you anyway, Why go on? what's the use?

In order to get in a word with you, I'd have had to come up with some excuse.

It just struck me kinda funny.

I been double-crossed too much, at times I think I've almost lost my mind

Lady-killers load ice on me behind my back, while imitators steal me blind

You close your eyes and part your lips, and slip your fingers from your glove

You can have the best there is, but it's gonna cost you all your love

You won't get it for money

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,

Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,

We're idiots, babe.

It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

You´re A Big Girl Now

You´re A Big Girl Now

Det å referere til seg selv er spesielt, men His Bobness kan gjøre det. Just Like A Woman fra Blonde On Blonde blir her en start for historien som fortelles.

Vet egentlig ikke om det er så mye å si, annet enn at det er romjulsproduksjonen som er med på platen og at den andre versjonen kom med på Biograph. Her er et youtubeklipp:

Spotify:You´re A Big Girl Now

Our conversation  was short and sweet

It nearly swept me  off-a my feet.

And I'm back in the rain, mm -  mm

And you are on dry land, mm -  mm

You made it there somehow

You're a big girl now.

Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence,

He's singin' his song for me at his own expense

And I'm just like that bird, oh, oh,

Singin' just for you, mm-mm.

I hope that you can hear,

Hear me singin' through these tears.

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,

You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days .

Oh, I know where I can find You, oh, oh,

In somebody's room. m-mm

It's a price I have to pay

You're a big girl all the way.

Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast

Oh, but what a shame that all we've shared can't last.

I can change, I swear, mm-mm

See what you can do, mm-mm.

I can make it through,

You can make it too.

A change in the weather can be extreme

But it ain't like changing horses in midstream

I'm going out of my mind, mm-mm

With a pain that stops and starts, mm-aa

Like a corkscrew to my heart

Ever since we've been apart.

Simple Twist Of Fate

Simple Twist Of Fate

Nydelig sang, og med åpen E/D stemming på gitaren er det nydelig effekt å gå opp på Am.
Sangen er covret av mange artister, først ute var Joan Baez.

Teksten er slik jeg forstår om to som tilfeldig møtes, men av en eller annen grunn er timingen eller settingen feil. Det skulle ikke bli de to. Det er vel gjennkjennbart for de fleste mennesker.

Spotify Simple Twist Of Fate

They sat together in the park

As the evening sky grew dark,

She looked at him and he felt a spark

tingle to his bones.

'Twas then he felt alone

and wished that he'd gone straight

And watched out for a simple twist of  fate.

They walked along by the old canal

A little confused, I remember well

And stopped into a strange hotel

with a neon burnin' bright.

He felt the heat of the night

hit him like a freight train

Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played

As she was walkin' by the arcade.

As the light bust through a beat-up shade

where he was wakin' up,

She dropped a coin into the cup

of a blind man at the gate

And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare

He didn't see her anywhere.

He told himself he didn't care,

pushed the window open wide,

Felt an emptiness inside

to which he just could not relate

Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks

And walks along with a parrot that talks,

Hunts her down by the waterfront docks

where the sailers all come in.

Maybe she'll pick him out again,

how long must he wait

Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin

To know and feel too much within.

I still believe she was my twin,

but I lost the ring.

She was born in spring,

but I was born too late

Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Tangled Up In Blue

Tangled Up In Blue

Minnesota innspillingen med endring fra NYC fra tredjeperson til førsteperson. Fra He - til I, og noen små endringer ellers. på 80-tallet kom den tilbake som tredjeperson.
Sangen finnes som original en folkrock låt, med akustisk gitar som drivende, andre inspillinger som ganske så rocka, og i Oslo startet countrypreget låt, og det er den som spilles mest live, men det har vel og ganske mye med besettning på turneer å gjøre.

Som resten av albumet dreier det seg her og om ulykkelig kjærlighet. Teksten er spesiell, fordi det egentlig er en historie, men uten helt å forholde seg til tid som en konstant. Dylan er vel i teksten påvirket av kunsten han studerte på denne tiden, med kubisme, som og prøver å gi flere perspektiver, fra sin synsvinkel.

Dylan selv har uttalt at det i teksten finnes en kode, uten temporalitet.

Albuminnspillingen er som sagt en av flere innspillinger, og om man hører på NYC innspillingen har den åpne stemminger - som Joni Michell skal ha vært en inspirator for Dylan til å ta i bruk igjen. På Freewheelin´gjorde han jo omfattende bruk av det, men på albumversjonen er det en standard stemt gitar.
Videre har Dylan endret tempo og trøkk på albumversjonen, noe som gjør Tangled Up In Blue til en fantastisk åpningssang på et album. En slik setning er vel noe for nostalgikere, i dag med strømming av musikk, vil vel ikke akkurat denne effekten - det å sette på en plate og på samme tid åpne et albumcover for å se hva informasjon plateselskap og artist har valgt at skal få være med, både på cover, innercover - osv.

Youtube, her synger han i tredjeperson, men ellers er jo videoen knall

Spotify.  Album Minnesota

              Bootleg New York

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept looking' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue,

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

Blood On The Tracks

Blod On The Tracks

12 år og 15 studioutgivelser siden starten. Etter noen år med forskjellig og assortert kritikk av utgivelsene kommer dette. Tilbake til gammelt plateselskap, erobrer 1. plass på Billboard sin popliste.

Et konseptalbum for ulykkelig kjærlighet - Smertealbumet. Bob ble separert fra sin kone Sara i prosessen her, og det er vel noe av det dystre fra denne opplevelsen som kommer til uttrykk.

Så hvordan skal man skrive om dette albumet? Det beste albumet fra Bob Dylan!
Noen vil nok påstå at det er andre album, min favoritt Freewheelin, eller Highway 61, eller et annet, men det er feil. Dette er det beste albumet fra Dylan! Blood On The Tracks er det beste albumet fra Bob Dylan. Jeg tror du forstår hva som er det beste albumet nå.

Når albumet kom ut fikk det en lunken kritikk i Rolling Stone, det har blitt kritisert for valget av forskjellige innspillinger av låtene, og at det er gjort feil valg, Nei - dette er nært det fullkomne, bare hør på "the outtakes" - de ligger på youtube... et album må ha en viss variasjon i lydbilde og det har jo Dylan lykkes med.

Den hørbareforskjellen på innspillingene er ofte stemming av gitaren(e) og grep, her kan man ikke se noe om man skriver det på noter, men jeg husker selv første gangen jeg spilte Dropped-D og hørte den flotte G i bassen. Når strengen er stemt ned en tone og du griper den to bånd høyere - låter det ikke likt.
Likedan en tone fra 5.bånd på 6.streng gir en annen tone enn åpen 5.streng. Joda detaljer, men tror at du har fått det med deg - Blood On The Tracks er Dylan sin beste utgivelse!

Jeg har lest om en hendelse i forbindelse med skrivingen til dette albumet - besøket til Neil Young, og forskjellige hendelser i forbindelse med dette besøket. Hva som er sant og hva som er oppdiktet, er det vel bare to karer som vet, men vi vet at Dylan besøkte Young, og at det dreide seg om låtene til Blood On The Tracks, og vi vet at dette var viktig for His Bobness. Så at Neil var en sentral faktor i utforming av sporene på platen er utvilsomt riktig.

Albumet ble jo spilt inn mer eller mindre to ganger, gjennom skifte av plateselskap, og det er en mengde musikere som er kreditert på platen. Fem av sangene er produsert av Phil Ramone i New York, og fem av sangene er spilt inn i Minneapolis, med skifte av musikere, og det må vel sies at det må ha vært et godt valg, i og med  sangene der står seg meget godt og flere av disse vel har blitt stående som noe av det beste av Dylan.

Tangled Up In Blue

You´re A Big Girl Now

Idiot Wind

Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts

If You See Her, Say Hello

Denne "ny"innspillingen skjedde jo på initiativ fra bror til Dylan, som og var produsent. Bob Dylan vendte "hjem" og hans bror var vel ikke helt fornøyd.....

Musikere: Jeg skriver NYC bak de som var med på innspillingen i New York

Bill Peterson - Bass-gitar

Bill Gerg - Trommer

Buddy Cage - Steel-gitar

Billy Preston - Orgel - tangenter

Paul Griffin - Orgel - tangenter

Gregg Inhofer - Tangenter

Chris Weber - Gitar-12 strenger

Kevin Odegard - Gitar

Eric Weissberg - Bajo, Gitar  NYC

Tony Brown - Bass-gitar  NYC

Charles Brown III - Gitar  NYC

Barry Kornfeld - Gitar   NYC

Richard Crooks - Trommer  NYC

Thomas McFaul - Tangenter  NYC

Sånn avsluttningsvis vil jeg fram nynorskomsettingen til Tom Roger Aadland - Blod På Spora! En flott gjendikting.

Spotify: Blood On The Tracks

Og om noen vil ha det på nynorsk: Blod på spora

Sånn til slutt, fikk du med deg at dette er et helt fantastisk album?
Fikk du med deg at dette er det beste albumet fra Dylan?

OK - nu kjør vi.....