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Bob Dylan

Non poteva mancare un 3D dedicato.

Poeta del ventesimo secolo.

Si parte con ***She belongs to me

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"She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum. "

[leonov]

In una discussione che non poteva mancare, una canzone che non poteva mancare.

Bob Dylan - Knockin' on Heaven's Door

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

[andrez]

Non è niente mamma, sanguino soltanto.

It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) è presente nel film Easy Rider nella versione di Roger Mc Guinn

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

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Buio allo scoccare di mezzogiorno
adombra persino il cucchiaio d'argento
la lama fatta a mano
il pallone del bambino
eclissa sia il sole che la luna
per capire che sai troppo presto
che non serve a niente provare

Minacce acuminate ingannano con disdegno
commenti suicidi sono strappati
dal microfono d'oro dello stolto
il vuoto corno suona parole sprecate
che avvertono
che non è impegnato a nascere
E' impegnato a morire

Pagina di tentazioni vola via al di fuori della porta
la segui e ti trovi in guerra
vedi ruggire cascate di pietà
ti viene da lamentarti ma a differenza di prima
scopri che saresti solo
un'altra persona che piange

Perciò non aver paura se senti
Un suono estraneo alle tue orecchie
E' tutto a posto mamma, sto solo sospirando

Mentre alcuni preannunciano vittoria altri dicono sconfitta
ragioni private grandi e piccole
possono essere viste negli occhi di quelli che chiamano
per far strisciare tutto quello che potrebbe essere ucciso
mentre altri dicono di non odiare un bel nulla
eccetto l'odio

Parole di disillusione scoppiano come proiettili
mentre divinità umane prendono la mira per i loro obiettivi
costruiscono di tutto, da armi giocattolo che scintillano
a Cristi color carne che splendono al buio
è facile da capire senza dover guardare molto lontano
che non c'è molto di veramente sacro

Mentre predicatori predicano di malvagi destini
insegnanti insegnano che il sapere aspetta
può condurre a piatti di cento dollari
le divinità si nascondono dietro i loro cancelli
ma persino il presidente degli Stati Uniti
a volte deve presentarsi nudo

E sebbene le leggi della strada siano state dettate
è solo un gioco di persone che devi evitare
ed è tutto a posto mamma, ce la posso fare

Cartelloni pubblicitari ti inducono
a pensare che tu sei quello
che può fare ciò che non è mai stato fatto
che può vincere ciò che non è mai stato vinto
e intanto la vita fuori va avanti senza di te

Ti perdi e poi riappari
improvvisamente scopri che non hai nulla da temere
sei da solo senza nessuno vicino
quando una voce lontana poco chiara e tremante
fa trasalire le tue orecchie addormentate per sentire
che qualcuno pensa
di averti trovato davvero

Una domanda si illumina nei tuoi nervi
anche se sai che non c'è alcuna risposta appropriata
per soddisfarti, assicurarti e non abbandonarti
per trattenere nella tua mente e non dimenticare
che non è a lui o a lei o a loro o ad esso
che tu appartieni

E benché i padroni facciano le regole
Per i saggi e per gli stolti
Io non ho niente, mamma, per cui vivere

Per coloro i quali devono obbedire alle autorità
che non rispettano in nessun modo
che disprezzano il loro lavoro, i loro destini
parlano gelosamente di quello per cui sono liberi
che fanno quello che fanno solo per essere
niente di più di qualcosa nella quale investono

Mentre alcuni battezzati senza principi morali
strettamente legati a certe linee di partito
società mondane camuffate
possono liberamente criticare gli estranei
senza dire niente eccetto chi idolatrare
e poi dicono "Dio lo benedica"

Mentre colui che canta con la lingua in fiamme
fa gargarismi nel coro della corsa al successo
piegato dalle pinze della società
senza preoccuparsi di arrivare troppo in alto
ma più volentieri ti butta giù nella buca in cui si trova

Ma non ho intenzione di far male
nè di fare sbagli
nei confronti di chiunque viva nella sua cripta
ma è tutto a posto, mamma, se posso fargli piacere

Vecchie donne giudicano le coppie
limitate nel sesso, osano
sostenere vuote morali, insultare e fissare
mentre il denaro non parla, impreca
della oscenità chi davvero se ne interessa
la propaganda è del tutto fasulla

Mentre loro difendono ciò che non possono vedere
con una sicurezza ed un orgoglio da assassini
che soffia nelle loro menti più amaramente
per loro che pensano che l'onestà della morte
non ricadrà su di loro naturalmente
la vita a volte può essere malinconica

I miei occhi si scontrano faccia a faccia con cimiteri ripieni
inseguo falsi scopi
verso la meschinità che gioca così duramente
cammina a rovescio all'interno di manette
calcia le mie gambe fino a spezzarle
dico OK ne ho avuto abbastanza
che altro avete da mostrarmi?

E se i miei sogni pensanti potessero essere visti
probabilmente metterebbero la mia testa in una ghigliottina
ma non è niente mamma, è la vita e la vita soltanto

[www]

"Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

              Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
              And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
              "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
              "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
              I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
              "One of us had better call up the cops."
              And so Patty calls the cops
              And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
              In the hot New Jersey night.
              
              Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
              Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
              Number one contender for the middleweight crown
              Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
              When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
              Just like the time before and the time before that.
              In Paterson that's just the way things go.
              If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
              'Less you wanna draw the heat.
              
              Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
              Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
              He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
              They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
              And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
              Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
              So they took him to the infirmary
              And though this man could hardly see
              They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
              
              Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
              Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
              The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
              Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
              Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
              The man the authorities came to blame
              For somethin' that he never done.
              Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
              The champion of the world.
              
              Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
              Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
              While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
              And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody                    to blame. 
              "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
              "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
              "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
              "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that                    night?"
              "Don't forget that you are white."
              
              Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
              Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
              We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend                    Bello
              Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
              You'll be doin' society a favor.
              That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
              We want to put his ass in stir
              We want to pin this triple murder on him
              He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
              
              Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
              But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
              It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
              And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
              Up to some paradise
              Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
              And ride a horse along a trail.
              But then they took him to the jailhouse
              Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
              
              All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
              The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
              The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
              To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
              And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
              No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. 
              And though they could not produce the gun,
              The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
              And the all-white jury agreed.
              
              Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
              The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
              Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
              And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
              How can the life of such a man
              Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
              To see him obviously framed
              Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
              Where justice is a game.
              
              Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
              Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
              While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
              An innocent man in a living hell.
              That's the story of the Hurricane,
              But it won't be over till they clear his name
              And give him back the time he's done.
              Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
              The champion of the world."

[kickapoo]

È veramente il mastergenio della musica!!!!!