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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.....

The Freewheelin Bob Dylan - Outtakes

Outtakes er de låtene som var spilt inn for platen, men som ikke ble med. Dylan har i forskjellige innspillinger og opptak over 800 låter og de fleste av disse er gitt ut på forskjellige måter. De fleste rettighetene er og Dylans. Som nevnt tidligere var det her en hel haug på Freewheelin´. Jeg har lagt link til noen av sangene, og legger først ut den viktigste til albumet The Bootleg Series Vol 1-3: Spotify

Going Down To New Orleans - en Muddy Waters greie.

The Death Of Emmet Till - en sang om drapet på en 14 år gammel farget gutt, og rettsaken mot de to mennene som sto for drapet, den finnes på en bootleg, opptak fra et radioprogram. Det finnes og en innspilling på en plate som heter Broadside Ballads, der opptrer Dylan under psaudonymet, Blind Boy Grunt. Utgitt på The Witmark Demos 1962-64 (The Bootleg Series vol. 9)
. spotify

Lonesome Whistle Blues - en Hank Williams & Jimmy Davies låt

Rambling Gambling Willie - basert på trad-låten Brennan On The Moor, finnes på The Bootleg Series  1-3

Worried Blues - trad låt, som og finnes på The Bootleg Series 1-3

Hero Blues - det finnes gode opptak på youtube! spotify fra The Witmark Demos 1962-64 (The Bootleg Series vol. 9)

Rocks And Gravel - finnes på bootleg fra konserter. Her oppgir jo Bob Dylan seg selv som rettihetshaver, mens andre som har spilt den inn har andre referanse. Dave van Ronk har en versjon som i ren gjetting er Dylan sitt utgangspunkt....

Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues, er utgitt på The Bootleg Series 1-3

Let Me Die In My Footsteps, også utgitt på The Bootleg Series 1-3

Talking Hava Negeilah Blues, utgitt på The Bootleg Series 1-3

Walls of Red Wing, The Bootleg Series 1-3

QuitYour Love Down Ways, er basert på Bob Wills' Brain Cloudy Blues og utgitt på Bootleg Series, avansert gitarspill i drooped-D, og både to og tredelt takt.

Baby, I'm In The Mood For You, ble med på Biograph

Kingsport Town, en tradlåt, arr:Bob Dylan, finnes på The Bootleg Series 1-3

Whatcha Gonna Do, den finnes på The Witmark Demos 1962-64 (The Bootleg Series vol. 9) Det er morsomt når han etter første munnspillsolo, hoster litt før han går videre. Gospelaktig greie.

Milk Cow's Calf Blues, om det er Robert Johnson eller Kokomo Arnold sin sang, vet ikke jeg, men finner heller ikke denne gitt ut på noe av Dylan. Men med Robert Johnson og Eric Clapton.

Sally Girl, er utgitt på No Direction Home.

Baby, Please Don't Go, skrevet av Big Joe Williams.

Wichita Blues, sang av Robert Johnson, finnes på en Bootleg fra Cynthia Gooding sin leilighet, som jeg mener å huske var et radioprogram.

I Shall Be Free

I Shall Be Free

Siste spor på albumet!
Leadbelly sang - gjendiktet og Dylanifisert! Siste sang på albumet og en lett og fin avsluttning på et album med mange tanker. Jeg hadde en youtube-link til et opptak med Leadbelly, Sonny Terry, Cisco Houston og Woody Guthrie, men videoen er fjernet - får håpe den dukker opp igjen. We Shall Be Free er oprinnelsen.

Spotify: I Shall Be Free

Well, I took me a woman late last night,

I's three-fourths drunk, she looked alright.

Til she started peelin' off her onion gook,

Took off her wig, said, "How do I look?"

I's high flyin'. . . bare-naked . . .

Out the window!

Well, sometimes I might get drunk,

Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk.

Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride

'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.

She's a-tryin' to hide

pretendin' she don't know me

I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed

When a can a black paint it fell on my head.

I went down to scrub and rub

But I had to sit in back of the tub.

Cost a quarter

half price

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop,

It's President Kennedy callin' me up.

He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?"

I said, "My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot,

Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren."

Country will grow

Well, I got a woman five feet short,

She yells and hollers and screams and snorts.

She tickles my nose, pats me on my head,

rolls me over and kicks me out of bed.

She's a man eater

meat grinder

bad loser

Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' all the time,

I got a woman who works herself blind.

Works up to her bridges, up to her neck,

writes me letters and sends me checks.

She's a humdinger

Folk singer

Late one day in the middle of the week,

Eyes were closed I was half asleep.

I chased me a woman up the hill,

Right in the middle of an air raid drill.

I jumped a fallout shelter

I jumped a string bean

I jumped a TV dinner

I jumped a shot gun

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,

He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note.

He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple,

Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people.

He's eatin' bagels

He's eatin' pizza

He's eatin' chitlins

Oh, I sat me down on a television floor,

I flip the channel to number four.

Out of the shower comes a football man

With a bottle of oil in his hand.

Greasy kid stuff.

What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is

What do you do about Willy Mays and Martin Luther King,

Olatunji

Well, the funniest woman I ever seen

Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean.

She takes about fifteen baths a day,

Wants me to grow a mustache on my face.

She's insane!

Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time,

It levels my head and eases my mind.

I just walk along and stroll and sing,

I see better days and I do better things.

I catch dinosaurs

I make love to Elizabeth Taylor . . .

Catch hell from Richard Burton!

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance

Her er det en sang fra før 1900, som er noe tilpasset i språk og blitt Dylanifisert. Vokalprestasjonen her er vel punktum i diskusjon om Dylan kan synge!!

Spotify: Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance

Honey, just allow me one more chance

To get along with you.

Honey, just allow me one more chance,

Ah'll do anything for you.

Well, I'm a-walkin' down the road

With my head in my hand,

I'm lookin' for a woman

Needs a worried man.

Just-a one kind favor I ask you,

'Low me just-a one more chance.

Honey, just allow me one more chance

To ride your aeroplane.

Honey, just allow me one more chance

To ride your passenger train.

Well, I've been lookin' all over

For a gal like you,

I can't find nobody

So you'll have to do.

Just-a one kind favor I ask you,

'Low me just-a one more chance.

Honey, just allow me one more chance

To get along with you.

Honey, just allow me one more chance,

Ah'll do anything with you.

Well, lookin' for a woman

That ain't got no man,

Is just lookin' for a needle

That is lost in the sand.

Just-a one kind favor I ask you,

'Low me just-a one more chance.

It's just-a one kind favor I ask you,

'Low me just-a one more chance.

Corrina, Corrina

Corrina, Corrina 

Slager fra 1928, som Dylan framfører i ny innpakking og tekstendringer. Sangen spilt inn tidligere av The Mississippi Sheiks, Big Joe Turner og Doc Watson.

Gitarspillet her er jo kjekt å høre på og har gjort forsøk på dette, - ikke vellykket enda, men det kommer vel …

Tenker at det passer med Mississippi John Hurt sin verson her...

Spotify: Corrina, Corrina

Corrina, Corrina,

Gal, where you been so long?

Corrina, Corrina, Gal, where you been so long?

I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,

Baby, please come home.

I got a bird that whistles,

I got a bird that sings.

I got a bird that whistles,

I got a bird that sings.

But I ain' a-got Corrina,

Life don't mean a thing.

Corrina, Corrina,

Gal, you're on my mind.

Corrina, Corrina,

Gal, you're on my mind.

I'm a-thinkin' 'bout you, baby,

I just can't keep from crying.

Bob Dylan’s Dream

Bob Dylan’s Dream

Melodien  fra Lady Franklin´s Lament, og/eller Cailin Óg a Stór. 

Nok en melodi som er blitt covret av flere. 

Nok engang er det sisteverset som blir stående….

Togreferanse i tekst, gitar og munnspill er noe av det som jeg mener er kjekt med denne låten.

Jeg tok med Peter, Paul and Mary sin verson her, den fungerer jo også bra, men vesentlig mer poplåt!

Spotify: Bob Dylan´s Dream

While riding on a train goin' west,

I fell asleep for to take my rest.

I    dreamed a dream that made me sad,

Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,

Where we together weathered many a storm,

Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,

Our words was told, our songs was sung,

Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied

Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside.

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold,

We never much thought we could get very old.

We thought we could sit forever in fun

And our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.

And our choices they was few and the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,

And many a gamble has been lost and won,

And many a road taken by many a first friend,

And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,

That we could sit simply in that room again.

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,

I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

Talkin’ World War III Blues

Talkin’ World War III Blues

Spontan og kjapp talking blues - ble med på albumet!

Helt fantastisk - masse god humor i teksten. Mitt eget møte var norsk oversettelse av Jan Erik Vold, ble fasinert og lærte meg teksten på en-to-tre.

Spotify: Talkin´ WW III Blues

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, the 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 us.

Well, I got up and walked around

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,

they didn't know me.

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 me a girl and before she could leave,

I said: "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 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 Loves Are 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 it 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,

and 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.

Oxford Town

Oxford Town

Tekst med politisk innhold, ble skrevet i 1962 etter ganske mange hendelser på University of Mississippi. Dylan gjør bruk av ironi i denne teksten, og på en vellykket måte kommenterer James Meredith sine opplevelser på universitetet som den første fargede studenten. Det inkluderer guvernøren, føderaletropper og nasjonal politikk.

Sangen ble publisert i Broadside som var en publikasjon som tok for seg musikk innen folk-bevegelsen. 

Borgerrettighetsbevegelsen tok vel imot Dylan etter dette, og som en annerkjennelse deltok jo Dylan i forbindelse med Martin Luther King sin I Have A Dream-tale etter marsjen. 

spotify:  Oxford Town

Oxford Town, Oxford Town

Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down

The sun don't shine above the ground

Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town

He went down to Oxford Town

Guns and clubs followed him down

All because his face was brown

Better get away from Oxford Town

Oxford Town around the bend

He come in to the door, he couldn't get in

All because of the color of his skin

What do you think about that, my frien'?

Me and my gal, my gal's son

We got met with a tear gas bomb

I don't even know why we come

Goin' back where we come from

Oxford Town in the afternoon

Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune

Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon

Somebody better investigate soon

Oxford Town, Oxford Town

Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down

The sun don't shine above the ground

Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

Kjente og kjære sanger finnes det mange av i Dylan sin katalog, for min del er dette en  av de. 

Basert på en melodi Dylan lærte av Paul Clayton. Dylan sin egenforklaring av teksten kan forklare hvorfor jeg liker den: «En uttalelse du kanskje kan si for å føle deg litt bedre - som om du snakker med deg selv.»
Den gangen vi alle hadde platespiller, kommer denne sangen etter snuing! Alltid spenning med b-siden.

Har vel alltid vært mest opptatt av slutten: 

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

Gitarspillet er jo også fasinerende her med midtpartiet og rytmeforflyttningen, helt nydelig gjort. Og det gjenspeiler vel den folkemusikktradisjonen melodien kommer ifra.

Personlig finner jeg her en halvsur og gretten kar, som har gått fra dama, eller motsatt - og håper egentlig at hun angrer....

Spotify: Don´t Think Twice, It´s all right

Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

Iff you don't know by now

An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

It'll never do somehow

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

An' 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

Still 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

But don't think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal

Like you never did before

An' 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 / I´m walking down that long and lonesome road, babe

Where I'm bound, I can't tell

Goodbye is too good a word, gal

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

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

21 år gammel og skrive dette, det er en tekst som vitner om en helt spesiell evne til å sette ord sammen, Første? gangen den ble spilt på Gaslight Cafe, ble det stille etterpå, - han avsluttet sangen, og ingen kunne si noenting….. skal vistnok artisten Peter Blankfield ha sagt etterpå!

Pete Seeger covret denne øyeblikkelig etter å ha hørt den. 

Mange tolket sangen til å handle om atombomber/krig, eller atomnedfall - Dylan benektet dette ved flere anledninger senere, og mener at linjen i sisteverset:  «Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters»  er en anklage overfor media om de løyner de formidler….

Sangen ble framført av Patti Smith ved nobelprisutdelingen i desember 2016.

Det er stor poesi - les teksten, og les den igjen. Fantastisk lange linjer og lange vers. Bare det å holde intensiteten lenge nok - en av de største låtene fra Dylan!!

Spotify: A Hard Rain´s A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been, my darling young one?

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,

I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,

I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?

Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',

I saw a white ladder all covered with water,

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',

Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',

Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?

Who did you meet, my darling young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony,

I met a white man who walked a black dog,

I met a young woman whose body was burning,

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,

I met one man who was wounded in love,

I met another man who was wounded with hatred,

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?

I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',

I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,

Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,

Where black is the color, where none is the number,

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,

And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',

But I'll know my song well before I start singin',

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Bob Dylan’s Blues

Bob Dylan’s Blues

Talking blues er mye tekst og en god porsjon humor,

I don't have no sports car

And I don't even care to have one

I can walk anytime around the block

Det er gode linjer i dette, referanser i mange retninger er viktig, starten på sangen er jo tøff referanse. Lone Ranger dukket opp på 30-tallet på amerikansk radio, det ble filmer og TV-show, Clayton Moore som skuespiller ble et ikon.

Spotify: Bob Dylan´s Blues

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are ridin' down the line

Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles

Ev'rybody's 'cept mine

Somebody musta tol' 'em

That I was   doin' fine

Oh you five and ten cent women

With nothin' in your heads

I got a real gal I'm lovin'

And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead

Go away from my door and my window too

Right now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track

See no sports car run

I don't have no sports car

And I don't even care to have one

I can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me

Up and down the street

With my hat in my hand

And my boots on my feet

Watch out so you don't step on me

Well, lookit here buddy

You want to be like me

Pull out your six-shooter

And rob every bank you can see

Tell the judge I said it was all right

Yes!

Down The Highway

Down The Highway

12-takters blues, ikke allverdens flotteste lyrikk, men passe sørgmodig og kjekt gitarspill. Vil vel likevel ta fram 

«Well, your streets are gettin' empty, 

Lord, your highway's gettin' filled» 

Veldig flott linje.

og det kjekke gitarspillet.

Dette ble tittelen på Howard Sounes sin biografi om His Bobness, en bok som er beskrevet som en passelig blanding av fakta, livsbeskrivelse og rykter!

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Well, I'm walkin' down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand.

Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand.

Lord, I really miss my baby,

She's in some far-off land.

Well, your streets are gettin' empty,

Lord, your highway's gettin' filled.

And your streets are gettin' empty

And your highway's gettin' filled.

Well, the way I love that woman,

I swear it's bound to get me killed.

Well, I been gamblin' so long,

Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.

Yes, I been gamblin' so long,

Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.

Right now I'm havin' trouble,

Please don't take away my highway shoes.

Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby,

Or I'm bound to die tryin'.

Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, baby,

Lord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin'.

Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean

And we'll leave this ol' highway behind.

Well, the ocean took my baby,

My baby stole my heart from me.

Yes, the ocean took my baby,

My baby took my heart from me.

She packed it all up in a suitcase,

Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.

So, I'm a-walkin' down your highway

Just as far as my poor eyes can see.

Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highway

Just as far as my eyes can see.

From the Golden Gate Bridge

All the way to the Statue of Liberty.