Oh I love me some Johnny Cash, Cindy. His recentish rendition of hurt and rusty cage was just stupid it was so good. Also like his early stuff as well, early country was basically rock with more twang. And more jailtime (Merle Haggard ftw!).

i seriously love JC.

 

(you just post the url for the page with the video, maw, without any tags - magically pops up!)

there is no song more beautiful than this one. by anybody. ever. i am in tears listening to it. if you aren't, you may need a soul check.

 

and this is my mood right now.

 

and if i could, i would spend my life following the neverending tour, just to hear this song over and over and over again.

 

praise bob.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC44dxddVwE

i am really sad that i can't find a video for this song... another soul wrenching thing of beauty. but the lyrics will have to speak for themselves.

 

 

Up To Me

 

 

Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing

Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing

Now somebody’s got to show their hand, time is an enemy

I know you’re long gone, I guess it must be up to me

 

If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide

If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me

 

Oh, the Union Central is pullin’ out and the orchids are in bloom

I’ve only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume

In fourteen months I’ve only smiled once and I didn’t do it consciously

Somebody’s got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me

 

It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch

I’d just about convinced myself that nothin’ had changed that much

The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key

Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me

 

Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers’ club

I would’ve followed you in the door but I didn’t have a ticket stub

So I waited all night ’til the break of day, hopin’ one of us could get free

When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me

 

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk

Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work

Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?

You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me

 

Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat

She’s everything I need and love but I can’t be swayed by that

It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be

But she ain’t a-gonna make me move, I guess it must be up to me

 

We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex

It didn’t amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects

When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty

Somebody’s got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me

 

Well, Dupree came in pimpin’ tonight to the Thunderbird Café

Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way

Well, I just can’t rest without you, love, I need your company

But you ain’t a-gonna cross the line, I guess it must be up to me

 

There’s a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle

She’s the one you been wond’rin’ about, but there’s really nothin’ much to tell

We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history

Somebody’s got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me

 

So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime

The ringleaders from the county seat say you don’t have all that much time

And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain’t my property

One of us has got to hit the road, I guess it must be up to me

 

And if we never meet again, baby, remember me

How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody

And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free

No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me

and now, for something completely different.

 

tombstone blues (from Highway 61 revisited, 1965, a must have album.... the young people still use that word? well, i do)

 

contrary to the title may lead you to expect, this is a fun, funny, somewhat naughty, rocking song, and it makes me have to get up and move... which is a real accomplishment. it puts me in a happy wake up rollicking good mood. no, seriously, it really does.

 

 

I like Hurricane but thats probably about it. I too, am a metalhead and also love classic rock!

Though I am very curious about the WoT one. Alas the speaker on my computer is somewhat busted, once I get it fixed I shall have to come back here.

bummer, blood on the tracks is a great album, and from the chapter title use, i'm guessing RJ liked it, or at least harriet.

 

 

hurricane's off desire, another happy sort of album, but you probably mean the newer remake from the movie, which changes some of the story, though bob was sued for libel i think on that one originally, but truth being the defense, did not get in trouble for it.

 

um, and he's been making music since before i was born, and continues to, so if you like one...

 

but there's time yet.

for no particular reason, i'm really feeling this one right now.

 

a jewel off street legal - where are you tonight.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e8OS_s6ovI

I like both versions of Hurricane, so maybe there's a few more of his that I may enjoy. I'll probably like the WoT one for the lyrics alone, I do that sometimes.

 

I'm now very curious about the chapter titles too, I'll have to look up his song lists. Are the chapter titles just from that one album? Blood on the Tracks?

as far as i know, it's just shelter from the storm.

 

which is a beautiful song.

 

but, yeah, with a catalogue like bob's, and with him writing for so many people, you probably already like you some more bob than you know. plus he gets ripped off quitea bit. and rips off in turn. is all good.

Probably

 

Even though I like my music hard and heavy I try to be open minded about othe types, and usually wind up liking a random, left field song here and there so I'll give hima shot.

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

 

 

http://www.viddler.com/explore/jebauder1948/videos/6/

 

 

this one's one of the few i've tested on humans in stress conditions with good results.

 

i used to manage a kitchen. i like to be alone in the kitchen.

 

i used several techniques to ensure the sanctity of my kitchen. i wielded a sick sharp carbon steel cleaver with deadly accuracy and ridiculous speed. i maintained a formidable and unpredictable temper.

 

and i played bob.

 

and nothing but bob.

 

16 hours a day, 7 days a week.

 

wall to wall bob.

 

i had all the solitude i needed.

 

and the staff unfortunate enough to have to enter my lair, keeping well back from myself and the blade, could not avoid the bob.

 

but this song was enjoyed, and even requested by staff after a few months of daily exposure. this and hurricane, funnily enough.

 

 

oh, little tip - stay out of food service. it'll make you nuts.

 

but try this song. it will make you not care that you're nuts.

 

and it will help you break down a side of beef in 10 minutes. true story.

but it's really more of a visions of johanna kind of night.

 

this is an interesting rip - straight off a scratched vinyl record. if you;re my age, this is how you remember records. there are prettier versions, but i can't find them online.

 

if you come to love bob as you should, i'll hook you up with some.

 

in the meantime, enjoy a moment of the past, and if you can't deal with the sound, try the lyrics.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNN-AUF38Aw&feature=related

 

 

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 handfull of rain, tempting 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 watcman 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 electricity 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

Oh, how can I explain

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

I 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

Saying, "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 "

 

As 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.

song of the day. been listening to it a lot.

 

if you click on nothing else, i hope you'll click on this one.

 

 

Dignity

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPKoRCAMcBw

nice one Cindy.

i'm so glad someone besides me heard that one. bob is a joy to be shared. but there is a lot of sales resistance.

I love Dylan and what's more, right now he's touring with my absolutely fauvorite artist of all times, Mark Knopfler.

 

They've also done a recording session and an album together (long time ago!) - Infidels - which is fantastic, although definitely much more Dylan than Knopfler who is just one of few guitarists there. This is available on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ3knLOzJAs

that is absolutely amazing, Piotrek, thank you!

 

i love infidels (well, love em all, but infidels is way up there for me). this is a beautiful version of license to kill.

 

this pleases me

(i'm gonna keep it on replay in another window for the next hour i think)

I'm glad you like it

 

There are quite a few great songs on that record - my personal fauvorites are probably "I and I"("Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed./Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams./In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed/To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams." - absolutely fantastic!) and "Lord protect my child" - of course unavailable on youtube

you picked the best song, and the best line. i tried to find one that comes close, but no contest.

 

yesh, there used to be hundreds of thousands of them on youtube, but his evil record company actively pulls them because they're... well, evil. as if it would stop anyone from buying the records to see them. good lord, it's bob. he can have every penny i make as long as he sings to me.

The song is great and it moves me somehow, but what is it really about? I'm not very sure, but it still works for me. And that first line is first class poetry.

 

I hope the moment they realise they can't win this fight, they'll allow people to put all these great songs back on youtube.

i doubt they will. they are an evil corporation, and obtuse. it would sell more music, because dylan compells you to have him with you always... but they can't see the forest for the trees.

 

i think his songs are often like that. the meaning can be unclear, even to him, i believe. but the words and the music just work. he can make you feel what he wants you to feel.

 

some of them are more straightforward. but when he's poetic like that, i think he just lets the words weave their own spell.

this is labeled the best version of knockin on heaven's door ever. i think they're right.

 

with knopfler.

 

This is great Cindy