Lets Talk Dylan.....Volume 2
 

I have asked FP to close the first thread as its getting a bit long, but still plenty Dylan to talk about!! New album coming, last one only out a few months ago, yet another European Tour about to kick off....

So Lets Talk Dylan!!:laugh5:

As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind

Ain't talking, just walking
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burning, still yearning
No one on earth would ever know

They say prayer has the power to heal
So pray for me, mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I am trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well

Ain't talking, just walking
I'll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burning, still yearning
There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost

Now I'm all worn down by weeping
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleeping
I'll just slaughter them where they lie

Ain't talking, just walking
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking through the cities of the plague.

Well, the whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down

Ain't talking, just walking
Eating hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town.
Heart burning, still yearning
Some day you'll be glad to have me around.

They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I'll make the most of one last extra hour
I'll revenge my father's death then I'll step back

Ain't talking, just walking
Hand me down my walking cane.
Heart burning, still yearning
Got to get you out of my miserable brain.

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 talking, just walking
My mule is sick, my horse is blind.
Heart burning, still yearning
Thinking about that girl I left behind.

Well, it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?

Ain't talking, just walking
Carrying a dead man's shield
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking with an ache in my heel

The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears

Ain't talking, just walking
Walking ever since the other night.
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking until I'm clean out of sight.

As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Ain't talking, just walking
Up the road, around the bend.
Heart burning, still yearning
In the last outback at the world's end.

Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go

Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page
Same ol' rat race
Life in the same ol' cage.

I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come
And push back the clock for me

Well my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I can only get there one step at a time.

I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yelling turn it down
Feel like I'm drifting
Drifting from scene the scene
I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?

Insanity is smashing up against my soul
You can say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart's in the Highlands
Only place left to go

I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Well, maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the place but me and her

It must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
I said "tell me what I want"
She says, "You probably want, hard boiled eggs?"

I say "That's right, bring me some"
She says "We aint got any, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"
I say, "I would if I could, but,
I don't do sketches from memory."

"Well", she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"
I say," all right, I know, but I don't have my drawing book!"
She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that"
I say, "yes I could but,
I don't know where my pencil is at!"

She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"
I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see
Well she takes a napkin and throws it back
And says "that don't look a thing like me!"

I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does"
She says, "you must be jokin.'" I say, "I wish I was!"
Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"
Least that's what I think I hear her say,
"Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway?"

"Well", she says, "you just don't seem like you do!"
I said, "you're way wrong."
She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"
She goes away for a minute and I slide up out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's going anywhere

Well my heart's in the Highlands, with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country, far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
My heart's in the Highlands
Can't see any other way to go

Every day is the same thing out the door
Feel further away then ever before
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Well, I'm lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad turns

I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes
They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes
All the young men with their young women looking so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of them
In a minute, if I could

I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to vote

The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes
Everything looks far away

Well, my heart's in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
But I'm already there in my mind
And that's good enough for now

I've loved this song since i first heard it on the Time Out Of Mind album. This live version is slowed down from the original.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXEHF...eature=related

Series of Dreams from Tell Tale Signs. Stripped down production from the previous release on the Bootleg Series vol 3 and better for it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVR_d...eature=related

Dylans tour dates confirmed so far this year

March 2009

Sun 22 Stockholm
Mon 23 Stockholm
Wed 25 Oslo
Fri 27 Jönköping
Sat 28 Malmö
Sun 29 Köbenhavn
Tue 31 Hannover

April 2009
Wed 1 Berlin
Thu 2 Erfurt
Sat 4 München
Sun 5 Saarbrücken
Tue 7 Paris
Wed 8 Paris
Fri 10 Amsterdam
Sat 11 Amsterdam
Sun 12 Amsterdam
Tue 14 Basel
Wed 15 Milano
Fri 17 Roma
Sat 18 Firenze
Mon 20 Geneve
Tue 21 Strasbourg
Wed 22 Brussel
Fri 24 Sheffield
Sat 25 London
Tue 28 Cardiff
Wed 29 Birmingham

May 2009
Fri 1 Liverpool
Sat 2 Glasgow
Sun 3 Edinburgh
Tue 5 Dublin
Wed 6 Dublin

I can't understand,
She let go of my hand
An' left me here facing the wall.
I'd sure like t' know
Why she did go,
But I can't get close t' her at all.
Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime,
She said she would never forget.
But now mornin's clear,
It's like I ain't here,
She just acts like we never have met.
It's all new t' me,
Like some mystery,
It could even be like a myth.
Yet it's hard t' think on,
That she's the same one
That last night I was with.
From darkness, dreams're deserted,
Am I still dreamin' yet?
I wish she'd unlock
Her voice once an' talk,
'Stead of acting like we never have met.
If she ain't feelin' well,
Then why don't she tell
'Stead of turnin' her back t' my face?
Without any doubt,
She seems too far out
For me t' return t' her chase.
Though the night ran swirling an' whirling,
I remember her whispering yet.
But evidently she don't
An' evidently she won't,
She just acts like we never have met.
If I didn't have t' guess,
I'd gladly confess
T' anything I might've tried.
If I was with 'er too long
Or have done something wrong,
I wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run an' hide.
Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played,
Her mouth was watery and wet.
But now something has changed
For she ain't the same,
She just acts like we never have met.
I'm leavin' today,
I'll be on my way
Of this I can't say very much.
But if you want me to,
I can be just like you
An' pretend that we never have touched.
An' if anybody asks me, "Is it easy to forget?"
I'll say, "It's easily done,
You just pick anyone,
An' pretend that you never have met!"

That's a lot of talking...

Dylan always has interesting lyrics.

I always considered Dylan more of a poet than songwriter myself. His songs are good, yet some of his lyrics are outstanding! Of course, as is the case regarding all artist with a huge production, not everything he's done is topnotch. How could it be? :nono3:

It's a Geographic version of the Barclay James Harvest song "Titles"

Together Through Life - New Studio Album 28th April

Let's talk about it
 

Okay, let's talk Dylan then. Just for starters: What do you think of Dylan? Is he one of the great 20th century poets or totally overrated? What's your favorite Dylan song? Which songs can't you stand? Do you like his singing because of or despite the voice? What's your view of him as a live v. studio artist?

New...Dylan...album?
::LovinLennon909 explodes::

I haven't even taken the Tell Tale Signs one out of my car's CD player yet. I need to check back in with Expecting Rain.com apparently.

There are those who can get to the point in a few lines, and there is Dylan. But at best I get drawn in into his story telling, like the story of the hurricane. One of my favourite Dylan songs.

DYLAN RECORDS SURPRISE 'MODERN TIMES' FOLLOW-UP
Dark new disc with a bluesy border-town feel arrives in April
By David Fricke

I'm listening to Billy Joe Shaver/And I'm reading James Joyce/Some people tell me I got the blood of the land in my voice," Bob Dylan sings in a leathery growl, capturing the essence of his forthcoming studio album - raw-country love songs, sly wordplay and the wounded state of the nation - in "I Feel a Change Coming On," one of the record's 10 new originals.

Set for late April,the as-yet-untitled album arrives a few months after Dylan's outtakes collection Tell Tale Signs and it "came as a surprise," says a source close to Dylan's camp. Last year, filmmaker Olivier Dahan, who directed the 2007 Edith Piaf biopic, La Vie en Rose, approached Dylan about writing songs for his next feature. Dylan responded with "Life Is Hard," a bleak ballad with mandolin, pedal steel and him singing in a dark, crystal clear voice, "The evening winds are still/I've lost the way and will." (The song appears in the film My Own Love Song, starring Renee Zellweger.)

Inspired, Dylan kept writing and recording songs with his road band and guests, with Los Lobos' David Hidalgo rumored on the accordion. Dylan produce the album under his usual pseudonym, Jack Frost.
The disc has the live-in-the-studio feel of Dylan's last two studio records, 2001's Love & Theft and 2006's Modern Times, but with the seductive border-cafe feel (courtesy of the accordion on every track) and an emphasis on struggling-love songs. The effect - in the opening shuffle, "Beyond Here Lies Nothin'," the Texas-dance-hall jump of "If You Ever Go To Houston" and the waltz "This Dream of You" - is a gnarly turn on early-1970's records like New Morning and Planet Waves.

Dylan makes references to the national chaos, as on the viciously funny slow blues "My Wife's Home Town" ("State gone broke, the county's dry/Don't me lookin' at me with that evil eye"), culminating in the deceptive rolling rock of "It's All Good." Against East L.A. accordion and a snake's nest of guitars, Dylan tells you how bad things are - "Brick by brick they tear you down/A teacup of water is enough to drown" - then ices each verse with the title line, a pithy shot of sneering irony and calming promise. "You would never expect the record after Modern Times to sound like this", the source says. "Bob takes all of those disparate elements you hear and puts them into a track. But you can't put your finger on it - 'It sounds exactly like that.' That's why he's so original."

Okay, I'm game.
 

He is definitely one of my favourite artists. And I do think he is one of the great poets/songwriters/artists of our time. I don't think he's perfect or that everything he's ever done is amazing, but he is clearly talented/important enough NOT to be considered over-rated.

My favourite Dylan song is "Mr. Tambourine Man", mostly because the lyrics blow me away every damn time. Especially considering how young he was!
Other favourites include "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" and "One More Cup Of Coffee".... My favourite album of his is probably Desire; I love the sound.

I cannot think of any song at the moment that I "can't stand", but there are some that I don't particularly care for. But sometimes I feel overwhelmed because his body of work is so vast that I feel I'll never be "properly aquainted with" every one of his songs, know what I mean?

Do I like his singing because of or despite of his voice, heh.... I think both, if that makes sense? I LOVE his voice but I don't know if I love it for the voice itself or if I love it because it's so BOB, you know, and I love BOB? It's an interesting voice, anyway.

Now, on him as a live artist..
I've seen him in concert once, last spring. That was a stadium concert. A lot of people were not satisfied with that show, because that kind of arena generally calls for more of a party/singalong factor... But as we know, Dylan's not like that. He's not one for trying to charm the crowd by being all cute and chatty and only play hits. If you expect two hours of "WOOO HOOO!!! Yeeeaaahhh how does it FEEEEEL!!!" then you will be disappointed. I for one had a great time because I was pretty close to the stage (HE WAS RIGHT THERE, knowwhatImean?) and I was hanging with folks who were big fans and like me actually KNEW all the songs he played. So, if you're a fan, going to a concert can be a great experience, but... I daresay it's easier to "get to know him" through listening to his albums.

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
 

This is my favourite Dylan song at the moment.

Mari, I can see what you mean.

I never really was such a fan of Bob and I was not in to poetry till a few years back, but I saw him Live on stage 2 years ago and even when he had his back to the audience most of the time..it was Bob... and I was so happy to 'be there'.

Same goes for Leonard Cohen who I am "meeting" now. He also is a poet and does not have a great voice but so many singers who had a 'singing voice' never interested me..