N'oubliez pas les paroles de Dylan

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,

Mama You Been On My Mind !



No one tried to say a thing
When they took him out in jest,
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest.

Ballad Of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

Well, that big dumb blonde
With her wheel in the gorge
And Turtle, that friend of theirs
With his checks all forged
And his cheeks in a chunk
With his cheese in the cash

Million Dollar Bash !

Tomorrow will be another day
Guess it's too late to say the things to you
that you needed to hear me say

Shooting Star

She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She says, "You can't repeat the past." I say, "You can't?
What do you mean, you can't? Of course you can."

Tebaldeo a écrit:

Shooting Star

She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She says, "You can't repeat the past." I say, "You can't?
What do you mean, you can't? Of course you can."

Summer Days..

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

Soledad a écrit:

Tebaldeo a écrit:

Shooting Star

She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She says, "You can't repeat the past." I say, "You can't?
What do you mean, you can't? Of course you can."

Summer Days..

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

Simple Twist of Fate

They say you're usin' voodoo, your feet walk by themselves
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else

New Pony (j'adore ce passage !)

All my loyal and my much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

hazel a écrit:

New Pony (j'adore ce passage !)

All my loyal and my much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain't Talkin'.

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."

Desmos a écrit:

hazel a écrit:

New Pony (j'adore ce passage !)

All my loyal and my much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain't Talkin'.

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."

4th Time Around of course!

Bertha Mason shook it—broke it
Then she hung it on a wall
Says, “You’re dancin’ with whom they tell you to
Or you don’t dance at all

High Water

Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my suitcase out there, too,
Throw my troubles out the door,
I don't need them any more

Tonight I'll be staying here with you !




Knockin’ on the door, I say, “Who is it and where are you from?”
Man says, “Freddy!” I say, “Freddy who?” He says, “Freddy or not here I come”

used_spoon a écrit:

Tonight I'll be staying here with you !




Knockin’ on the door, I say, “Who is it and where are you from?”
Man says, “Freddy!” I say, “Freddy who?” He says, “Freddy or not here I come”

Po' Boy ! (je suis en forme pour une fois!)

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school

My Back Pages

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me Misery.

Soledad a écrit:

used_spoon a écrit:

Tonight I'll be staying here with you !




Knockin’ on the door, I say, “Who is it and where are you from?”
Man says, “Freddy!” I say, “Freddy who?” He says, “Freddy or not here I come”

Po' Boy ! (je suis en forme pour une fois!)

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school

My Back Pages

Precious father, loving mother,
Glide across the lonely years.
And old homes scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appears.

Precious memories (heureusement que je l'ai écoutée aujourd'hui   )

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me Misery.

Tebaldeo a écrit:

Precious memories (heureusement que je l'ai écoutée aujourd'hui   )

la chanson la plus simpliste de Bob dans l'écriture (3 couplets), mal chanté, mal arrangé, mais émouvante en live à New Heaven en final après un set d'une cinquantaine de chansons

Tebaldeo a écrit:

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me Misery.

Indice : cette chanson termine un album des années 70

Buckets Of Rain !

Sweet William on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face heapin' prayers on his head
So brave and true so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he would weep for me

Ezra Pound a écrit:

Buckets Of Rain !

Sweet William on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face heapin' prayers on his head
So brave and true so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he would weep for me

Scarlet Town !!! j'ai cherché un moment, ca sentait bon le Old Bob !

"Well, I just do what I'm told,
So, I did it, of course.
I went back in the house and Mama met me
And then I shut all the doors."

Clothes Line Saga ! J'ai cherché un moment aussi.

That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.

Ezra Pound a écrit:

Clothes Line Saga ! J'ai cherché un moment aussi.

That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.

oui il n'était pas facile ! j'adore Clothes Line Saga, chanson alourdie et flou de bout en bout. On est en plein rêve les yeux mi clos, la tête en coton, un lendemain de biture. Et plus rien n'a de sens. Un grand moment des Basement Tapes

I pitty the Poor Immigrant !!! je l'adore

"Some trains don't pull no gamblers,
No midnight ramblers like they did before.
I've been to Sugartown, I shook the sugar down"

Trying to Get To Heaven   

Mr policeman, can you help me find my gal
Last time I saw her was at the Magnolia Motel
If you help me find her, you can be my pal
Mr policeman, can you help me find my gal

Je crois que tu as gagné cette manche.   

j'avoue que là aucune idée...

C'était If You Ever Go to Houston   

Si quelqu'un veut relancer, qu'il y aille !

I shall be free sur Another Side !

No one tried to say a thing
When they took him out in jest,
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest.

The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest.

Skies are gray, I'm looking for anything that will bring a happy glow
Night or day, It doesn't matter where I go anymore ;
I just go

Ezra Pound a écrit:

The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest.

Skies are gray, I'm looking for anything that will bring a happy glow
Night or day, It doesn't matter where I go anymore ;
I just go

Can't wait !





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