IDIOT WIND ALBUM : Blood On The Tracks (1975) Recorded : 27 Décembre 1974 Released : 17 Janvier 1975
Première performance live : Lakeland (18 Avril 1976) Dernière performance live : Minneapolis (30 Août 1992) Total : 57 fois.
Lyrics Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out 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 ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike I haven’t known peace and quiet for so long I can’t remember what it’s like There’s a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin’ out of a boxcar door You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars After losin’ every battle
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin’ ’bout the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin’ 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 down 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, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don’t look into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned Slowly into Autumn
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol 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 can’t feel you anymore, I can’t even touch the books you’ve read Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin’ I was somebody else instead Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory And all your ragin’ glory
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry
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
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Dernière édition par hazel le Mer 9 Avr - 11:10, édité 1 fois
Jack Fate This Land Is Your Land
Nombre de messages : 1010 Age : 43 Date d'inscription : 21/07/2012
Sublime chanson qui restera à tout jamais écrasée par la performance apocalyptique et indépassable de Dylan sur l'album Hard Rain
Ah yes merci, je cherchais la vidéo ! Mon concert favori de Dylan et oui, sa meilleure performance live, rien que pour l'intensité et l'atmosphère orageuse. "Hard Rain" quoi. Et autant j'adore la version de l'album, autant celle-ci est dans mon panthéon.
C'est aussi pour ça que je l'ai choisi pour le 100ème track talk. Et que je peux choisir n'importe quel passage du texte pour déverser ma rage sur quelqu'un.
C'est la face B non assumé de "Sad-Eyed Lady".
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hazel This Land Is Your Land
Nombre de messages : 4717 Age : 33 Localisation : Rennes Date d'inscription : 16/01/2010
Bonjour à tous, je suis nouveau sur le forum je poste donc mon premier message. A mon avis, la chanson la plus assassine qu'il n'a jamais écrit, l'un des sommets de BOTT. Ça voix est quand même extraordinaire sur ce morceau, on est a deux doigts de s'imaginer la colère qu'il ressentait au moment de l'écriture de la chanson. Par contre est-ce que quelqu'un sait ce que signifie le premier couplet ? Ou bien est-ce juste une histoire inventée ? Je me le suis toujours demander.
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Someone's got in it for me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out 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.
hazel This Land Is Your Land
Nombre de messages : 4717 Age : 33 Localisation : Rennes Date d'inscription : 16/01/2010
Bonjour à tous, je suis nouveau sur le forum je poste donc mon premier message. A mon avis, la chanson la plus assassine qu'il n'a jamais écrit, l'un des sommets de BOTT. Ça voix est quand même extraordinaire sur ce morceau, on est a deux doigts de s'imaginer la colère qu'il ressentait au moment de l'écriture de la chanson. Par contre est-ce que quelqu'un sait ce que signifie le premier couplet ? Ou bien est-ce juste une histoire inventée ? Je me le suis toujours demander.
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Someone's got in it for me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out 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.
A mon avis, c'est pour montrer les fabulations de la presse, au moment où lui et Sara sont au bord du divorce. Enfin j'en sais rien, c'est poétique et beau, ça me suffit.
La version acoustique des New-York Sessions me fout les poils à chaque fois. Grand moment. Hard Rain j'adore aussi, c'est presque jouissif de l'entendre se défouler ainsi.
used_spoon This Land Is Your Land
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La version acoustique avec l'orgue des New York Sessions est totalement hantée.
Mon interprétation est pas du tout celle de son divorce et d'une éventuelle haine envers son ex-femme.
Je pense que ça parle plus de son égo, son narcissisme et de la haine de son propre comportement.
"You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart."
D'ailleurs sur le bootleg, il y a ce couplet qui change toute la chanson :
"We pushed each other a little too far, and one day it just turned 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."
Enfin bon, si on part dans l'analyse des textes de Dylan...
dan65 This Land Is Your Land
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