Bob Dylan

Moja omiljena pesma...po njoj je moja ćerka trebala da dobije ime...


Bob Dylan-Sara

I laid on a dune I looked at the sky
When the children were babies and played on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara
Whatever made you want to change your mind
Sara, Sara
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playing with their pails in the sand
They run to the water their buckets to fill
I can still see the shells falling out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life
Sara, Sara
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleeping in the woods by a fire in the night
Drinking white rum in a Portugal bar
Them playing leapfrog and hearing about Snow White
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara
It's all so clear, I could never forget
Sara, Sara
Loving you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Staying up for day in the Chelsea Hotel
Writing "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.

Sara, Sara
Wherever we travel we're never apart
Sara, Sara
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.
How did I meet you ? I don't know
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, Sara
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Sara, Sara
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore
You always responded when I needed your help
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, Sara
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Sara, Sara
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.
 
Textovi bez premca, ... muzika odliccna, ... pevao on ili ne, joss nisam ccula nissta njegovo ssto mi se nije svidelo!
Kod mene posebno mesto zauzima ova pesma:

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, 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.
 
A Hard Rain's a-gonna Fall ...
jedna od tri protestantske pesme sa drugog albuma "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" (pored "Masters of War" i "Blowin In the Wind") 1963. ovo je napisao o nuklearnom ratu koji je pretio svetu, i zaista, atmosfera je takva kao da je ovo bila poslednja pesma koju ce napisati, i svaki stih govori sam za sebe ("the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world"), ali sadrzi i teme o boljem drustvu ("a highway of diamonds with nobody on it") i krivici i strahu sto ostavljamo jedan unisten i opasan svet sledecim generacijama ("I saw a new-born baby with wild wolves all around it").
 
nekoliko sjajnih stihova:

If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
- "The Times They Are A-Changin'"

I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
- "Masters of War"

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.
- "Idiot Wind"

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
- "Like a Rolling Stone"
 
eh,volim Dylana!al imam samo album Blowin' in the wind i sve pesme volim sa tog albuma.Jel bi mogao neko da mi posalje tu pesmu o kojoj pricate gore,o revoluciji?inace zaljubljena sam u decka koji mnogo lici na njega kad je bio mlad...
 
Midnight Rambler:
... ovo je napisao o nuklearnom ratu koji je pretio svetu, i zaista, atmosfera je takva kao da je ovo bila poslednja pesma koju ce napisati, ...
... da ne kazzem bass USKORO POSLE TOGA, ali iz ove perspektive bi rekla da je u to neko vreme i prestao da pisse o odredjenim temama ...
Midnight Rambler:
i svaki stih govori sam za sebe ("the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world"), ali sadrzi i teme o boljem drustvu ("a highway of diamonds with nobody on it") i krivici i strahu sto ostavljamo jedan unisten i opasan svet sledecim generacijama ("I saw a new-born baby with wild wolves all around it").
... ovo si bass lepo rekao ...
 
sta mislite o ovom tekstu? licno smatram da je gnijalan i da se nakon nekoliko humoristicnih strofa esencija i poruka nalaze u poslednjem stihu pesme.

Talkin' World War lll 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
ldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They're dreams and they're only in your head.

I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain".
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this 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.

Well, I got up and walked around
And 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 leaned my head and I gave a yell
"Give me a string bean I'm a hungry man"
A shortgun 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 it was a Communist.

Well, I spied me a girl and before she could leave
"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 down to 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 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
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.
 
godinama slusam tu vrstu muzike i ne znam kako mi se omaklo da tek sada nabavim neke njegove stvari.jedan od retkih koje postujem kao muzicara i iumetnika a narocito pesnika.
 
Midnight Rambler:
sta mislite o ovom tekstu? licno smatram da je gnijalan i da se nakon nekoliko humoristicnih strofa esencija i poruka nalaze u poslednjem stihu pesme.
Talkin' World War lll Blues
Svidja mi se i ovaj njegov text. Rekla bih:"Super je, toliko nam stvari (pre svega, istinu o nama) baca u lice. I to sve na jedan duhovit, pomalo lucidan i ironiccan naccin."
Uopsste, textovi njegovih pesama me jako podsecaju na pesme domacih simbolista.
 
ova pesma je sa albuma "blood on the tracks" koji je nastao nakon Dilanovog razvoda sa suprugom. na momente je vidno besan zbog teskog perioda kroz koji je prolazio, ali je i ovaj album poetsko remek-delo. moguce je da u njegovim pesmama svako prepoznaje ono sto zeli, pa vas pitam da li se jos nekome cini da je u ovom textu "ona" u stvari Bog; i kako uopste dozivljavate ovu pesmu.

Shelter from the Storm

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of
mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of
form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my
word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are
fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little
risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left
unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and
warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the
hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in
her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown
of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's
been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten
morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the
preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone
that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin'
dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless
and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my
clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal
dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound
to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it
mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and
her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
 
ah, prijatno sam se iznenadio kad sam video ovu temu
legenda za sva vremena, savrseni tekstovi i muzika i ko god da je pokusao da prepeva (obradi) neko njegovo delo nije uspeo da uradi bolje
neponovljiv je
 
Midnight Rambler:
ova pesma je sa albuma "blood on the tracks" koji je nastao nakon Dilanovog razvoda sa suprugom. na momente je vidno besan zbog teskog perioda kroz koji je prolazio, ali je i ovaj album poetsko remek-delo. moguce je da u njegovim pesmama svako prepoznaje ono sto zeli, pa vas pitam da li se jos nekome cini da je u ovom textu "ona" u stvari Bog; i kako uopste dozivljavate ovu pesmu.
Shelter from the Storm
Divno je ssto si pokrenuo na temi i ovu "analizu pesama" iliti "liccno shvatanje pesama". Zanimljivo je ccuti ssta drugi misle o pesmama koje volim(o).
Pitao si nas nessto, pa sam razmissljala da li da odgovaram ili ne, ali (napokon) shvatih da bi mi bilo jako, jako zzao da tvoj pokussaj ostane saseccenih krila, tj. da ti ideja ne zazzivi. Nisam ni upola dobar poznavalac Dylan-ovih textova kao ssto si ti i valjda mi niko nece zameriti. A i da mi zameri ...
Taj deo pesme u kom pominje Boga nisam nikad tako dozzivljavala kako ga ti dozzivljavass. Mislim da nije zzeleo da kazze da je ONA = Bog, nego da je pronassavsi nju pronassao i Boga (ili bar onaj neki pravi osecaj lepog, osecaja kojeg je Bog predstavnik). A pesmu dozzivljavam liccno, skoro kao i sve pesme koje volim ... Dylan-ovi textovi i jesu "pricce i osecanja" svih nas ...
 
Navikao sam da svaki intelektualni pokusaj ostane "sasecenih krila", ali ako (npr.) ja uzivam citajuci pesmu i pisuci svoje komentare saznam nesto o sebi, tada je on uspeo. Taj momenat dovoljan je.

Lepo je ipak cuti sta drugi misle o tim pesmama, slazem se. Internet mi dodje kao poslednja stanica, jer od mojih drugova (cak i metalaca koji se odvaljuju uz "Knockin' on heaven's door" od Gunsa, a ne znaju cija je pesma u stvari. Know your roots, bitches !!) niko nije ni cuo za Dylana, a matorci ne znaju Engleski.

Tvoje tumacenje pesme je isto prihvatljivo; moguce da je "shelter from the storm" = vera. Inace, kada su Dylana pitali sta znaci neka njegova pesma, odgovorio je: " Ne znam sta moje pesme znace. Ja ih samo pisem."
 
Midnight Rambler:
Navikao sam da svaki intelektualni pokusaj ostane "sasecenih krila", ali ako (npr.) ja uzivam citajuci pesmu i pisuci svoje komentare saznam nesto o sebi, tada je on uspeo. Taj momenat dovoljan je.
Ccovek se mora ponekad zadovoljiti i time, tako se nekako odrasta :)
Midnight Rambler:
Lepo je ipak cuti sta drugi misle o tim pesmama, slazem se. Internet mi dodje kao poslednja stanica, jer od mojih drugova (cak i metalaca koji se odvaljuju uz "Knockin' on heaven's door" od Gunsa, a ne znaju cija je pesma u stvari.Know your roots, bitches !!) niko nije ni cuo za Dylana,
:shock: :shock: :shock: Ama, bass niko???
Midnight Rambler:
a matorci ne znaju Engleski.
Tvoje tumacenje pesme je isto prihvatljivo; moguce da je "shelter from the storm" = vera.
Nisam bass tako bukavlno mislila, vera je samo nessto ssto je sklonivssi se pod njen "sstit"(skolonisste) ponovo otkrio, u novom svetlu ...
Midnight Rambler:
Inace, kada su Dylana pitali sta znaci neka njegova pesma, odgovorio je: " Ne znam sta moje pesme znace. Ja ih samo pisem."
Mislim da je tako sa skoro svim pesnicima. Ni ja nikad nisam mogla reci "o ccemu se radi" u stihovima koje pissem, vec samo koja me pojava ili emocija navela da ih "ispevam"
 
Neki su i culi za Dilana, ali ne mogu tacno da se sete gde... :lol:
Ali ako me pitas da li medju 32-je fensera (i neizbezno - turbo folkera) i jos jednim rokerom u razredu imam sa kime da pricam o Dilanu, odgovor je - ne.
Kakve stihove pises ? Ako ne nameravs da u skorije vreme izdas knjigu, poslaji mi neku pesmu da je (STRUCNO :lol: ) procenim.
 
Sa folk-rock albuma Bringig It All Back Home (1965), prvi Dilanov veliki hit. Pesma je postala jedna od himni nove buntovnicke generacije i uvodne stihove su gotovo svi mladi znali napamet. John Lennon je jednom prilikom izjavio da je ova pesma toliko dobra da ne zna kako da se takmici sa tim. Zanimljiv tekst, iako mi nije sasvim jasno sta "Watch the parkin' meters" znaci, jer mi je nekako van konteksta.

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try, 'No Doz'
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.

Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters.

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.
 
Midnight Rambler:
Neki su i culi za Dilana, ali ne mogu tacno da se sete gde... :lol:
Ali ako me pitas da li medju 32-je fensera (i neizbezno - turbo folkera) i jos jednim rokerom u razredu imam sa kime da pricam o Dilanu, odgovor je - ne.
Ssteta! No, drago mi je da vidim da te to nije spreccilo preterano da nadjess "svoju vrstu muzike/umetnosti" i da vladass njom. Uostalom, imass bass na ovom pod-Forumu mnogo primera "usamljenika" koji u svojoj okolini nemaju "sagovornike", da ne kazzem "saslussacce"(upravo smissljen izraz, vidi se), kojji su nassli sa neke druge strane zzice osobe sa kojima mogu priccati upravo o onome ssto ih zanima. Forumi valjda tome i sluzze. Eto npr. ja, nikad u svojoj okolini nisam imala ljude koji vole da slussaju i blues i jazz ili ih nikad nisam "uhvatila" da priccaju o tome. Secam se jednog poznanika koji je voleo jazz, ali ga je izgleda bilo sramota da javo prizna. Smessno, ali valjda se povodio za drsstvom, ne znam! No, da ne gnjavim, ovde na Forumu sam naissla na ljude koji se isto kao i ja bave nekim drugim stvarima u zzivotu, ali vole takvu vrstu muzike, znaju dosta o njoj i ne sstede ni svoje recci o njoj, ni razne snimke.
Mozzda je sa Dylan-ovom muzikom isto. Generacije ga obozzavaju, one starije (koje znaju engleski) su odlutale nekim drugim (nemuzicckim) putevima ili im nije zanimljivo da se "igraju" ovde sa nama nessto (manje ili vise) mladjima. ssteta, svassta bi nauccili od njih! Ja se i muvam po ovim stranicama ne bi li pronassla nessto ssto mene zanima i ne bi li mozzda kome drugom pomogla.
Midnight Rambler:
Kakve stihove pises ? Ako ne nameravs da u skorije vreme izdas knjigu, poslaji mi neku pesmu da je (STRUCNO :lol: ) procenim.
:) Knjigu ne verujem da cu ikad objaviti. Mozzda bi bilo zanimljivo da ti possaljem pesme na struccnu procenu, ali sada nisam raspolozzena za to (ne ljuti se, nije liccno). Odavno tako sskrabuckam za sebe, pa je to pri kraju srednje sskole popriliccno poccelo da licci na simbolizam (ne razumem se bass nessto preterano u pravce). Jedno vreme sam pisala drugu textove za koje bi on nessto iskomponovao, ali ih nije kontao te sam se zato ograniccila na svoje papirice (to mi je dovoljno)
 
Apach:
Midnight Rambler:
Neki su i culi za Dilana, ali ne mogu tacno da se sete gde... :lol:
Ali ako me pitas da li medju 32-je fensera (i neizbezno - turbo folkera) i jos jednim rokerom u razredu imam sa kime da pricam o Dilanu, odgovor je - ne.
Ssteta! No, drago mi je da vidim da te to nije spreccilo preterano da nadjess "svoju vrstu muzike/umetnosti" i da vladass njom. Uostalom, imass bass na ovom pod-Forumu mnogo primera "usamljenika" koji u svojoj okolini nemaju "sagovornike", da ne kazzem "saslussacce"(upravo smissljen izraz, vidi se), kojji su nassli sa neke druge strane zzice osobe sa kojima mogu priccati upravo o onome ssto ih zanima. Forumi valjda tome i sluzze. Eto npr. ja, nikad u svojoj okolini nisam imala ljude koji vole da slussaju i blues i jazz ili ih nikad nisam "uhvatila" da priccaju o tome. Secam se jednog poznanika koji je voleo jazz, ali ga je izgleda bilo sramota da javo prizna. Smessno, ali valjda se povodio za drsstvom, ne znam! No, da ne gnjavim, ovde na Forumu sam naissla na ljude koji se isto kao i ja bave nekim drugim stvarima u zzivotu, ali vole takvu vrstu muzike, znaju dosta o njoj i ne sstede ni svoje recci o njoj, ni razne snimke.
Mozzda je sa Dylan-ovom muzikom isto. Generacije ga obozzavaju, one starije (koje znaju engleski) su odlutale nekim drugim (nemuzicckim) putevima ili im nije zanimljivo da se "igraju" ovde sa nama nessto (manje ili vise) mladjima. ssteta, svassta bi nauccili od njih! Ja se i muvam po ovim stranicama ne bi li pronassla nessto ssto mene zanima i ne bi li mozzda kome drugom pomogla.
Midnight Rambler:
Kakve stihove pises ? Ako ne nameravs da u skorije vreme izdas knjigu, poslaji mi neku pesmu da je (STRUCNO :lol: ) procenim.
:) Knjigu ne verujem da cu ikad objaviti. Mozzda bi bilo zanimljivo da ti possaljem pesme na struccnu procenu, ali sada nisam raspolozzena za to (ne ljuti se, nije liccno). Odavno tako sskrabuckam za sebe, pa je to pri kraju srednje sskole popriliccno poccelo da licci na simbolizam (ne razumem se bass nessto preterano u pravce). Jedno vreme sam pisala drugu textove za koje bi on nessto iskomponovao, ali ih nije kontao te sam se zato ograniccila na svoje papirice (to mi je dovoljno)
I see where you're coming from. "Bolesti" 21. veka (alijenacija npr.) lece se isto tako metodima 21. veka - druzenjem "preko zice". Imam neke matorce, cak vrlo obrazovane, sa kojima mogu da diskutujem o muzici, ali ne znaju engleski jer su ih u skoli terali da uce yebeni ruski. A kada im razgovor dosadi onda me izvedu na pice (ili 5-6) i meni opet dobro. :lol:
Slusam i neki izvorni bluz (B.B. Kinga, Muddy Watersa npr.), ali me jazz nesto ne privlaci. Pitam se da li samo ja mislim da izmedju ta 2 pravca postoji ogromna razlika.
 
Drustvo, koje su vam omiljene pesme od Dilana ? Meni je instrumentalno svakako najjaca "Like a rolling stone", a tu su i klasici "Mr. tambourine man", "Knockin' on heaven's door", "Idiot wind"...
Odlicna je verzija "One too many mornings" na live albumu "Hard Rain".
 
Midnight Rambler:
Slusam i neki izvorni bluz (B.B. Kinga, Muddy Watersa npr.), ali me jazz nesto ne privlaci. Pitam se da li samo ja mislim da izmedju ta 2 pravca postoji ogromna razlika.
Ne misliss samo ti. Naravno da postoji razlika, a instrument za merenje iste mi je u kvaru :) , pa bass ne bih znala da je "ocenim". Meni i nije tako ogromna koliko naslucujem da je ti vidiss, osecass ili ssta drugo
Nikad nisam ni zzelela , niti osecala potrebu, a mislim i da je nemoguce povuci granicu izmedju nekih od mnogih "vrsta" muzike, pa tako ne mogu ni izmedju jazz-a i blues-a.
Inacce sam vec rekla da koja mi je omiljena Dylan-ova pesma, dobre su i sve te koje si naveo ...
 

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