Δεν εχει θεμα ο μπομπ κ εχει το καθε τσουτσεκι ?
Ντροπη.
Ηθελα να ακοιξω ενα θεμα για κορυφαιους στιχους αλλα καλυτερα ενα thread για ολα.
Ξεκινηστε με εναν αγαπημενο /καμμενο στιχο κ ενα αγαπημενο κομματι κ οπως βγει
εδω το κομματι που ηταν (μονο) η αφορμη για αυτο το thread
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9EKqQWPjyo&feature=related
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
Ποίος είναι αυτός?
Ο αδερφός του Bob?
τωρα το δα #-o
(γαμω τα ορθογραφικα μου γαμω)
αν μπορει ενας μοντ να διορθωσει το D στο boB
ευχαριστω
…And the ancient empty street?s too dead for dreaming…
Το Α και το Ω.Τέλος
Νιώθω πολύ τυχερός που το είδα φέτος.Ότι καλύτερο έχω δει.
Ρε όντως δεν υπήρχε θρεντ;; Και δεν το χαμε προσέξει ως τώρα;
@floydized, παιχταρά μου, αυτόν το στίχο θα ποστάριζα και γω.
Και μιας και το έκανες εσύ, να προσθέσω μερικούς ακόμα, από το ίδιο κομμάτι:
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
^^
Τεραστια στιχουργικη λατρεια/ανατριχιλα η παραπανω στροφη.
Please see from me if her hair hanging down
That’s the way I remember her best.
Χωρίς να λέει κάτι το ιδιαίτερο πάντα με σκοτώνει αυτό το δίστιχο…
Aυτός δεν είχε βγει πρώτος με τη Ρωσσία στη Eurovision???
:-s:-s:-s
Για τον Dylan απλά δεν είμαι αντικειμενικός…και για να μην αραδιάζω κουταμάρες του τύπου “μεγαλύτερος καλλιτεχνης του 20ου αιώνα” κτλ κτλ…προτιμώ να παραθέσω τους στίχους του τραγουδιού που πραγματικά μέχρι και σήμερα, με στοιχειώνει όσο κανένα άλλο…Όταν το πρωτοάκουσα κεραυνοβολήθηκα…ήταν σα να πήραν φωτιά τα σωθικά μου…Το θεωρώ το μεγαλύτερο κρυμμένο διαμαντάκι του Dylan αυτο το τραγούδι, ηχογραφημένο το 1974 αν θυμάμαι καλά και ακυκλοφόρητο, μέχρι που βρήκε το δρόμο του στην καταπληκτική συλλογή Biograph του 1985.
Σόρρυ δεν βρίσκω δυστυχώς λινκ στο youtube για το τραγούδι (ενώ υπήρχε) προφανώς καποια ΗΛΙΘΙΑ εταιρεία το απέσυρε λόγω copyright…
Βοb Dylan - 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 Cafe,
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.
E αν είναι δυνατόν να έχει δύο σελίδες μόνο εδώ πέρα,ένας από τους μεγαλύτερους,μαζί με λίγους ακόμα,μουσικούς που αποτελούν την αρχή και το τέλος της ροκ.
Ειλικρινά ένας καλλιτέχνης που τα λόγια είναι λίγα μπροστά του.Και όπως βλέπω σχεδόν σε κάθε ποστ,παραθέτουμε και στίχους,καθώς είναι ένας πραγματικός ποιητής της ροκ(εν αντιθέσει με διάφορους ατάλαντους…)
Η συναυλία του πέρσι,ήταν μέχρι στιγμής η καλύτερη που έχω πάει,και θα συνεχίσει να είναι,μαζί με αυτήν του Roger.
[B]When You Gonna Wake Up?[/B]
God don?t make no promises that He don?t keep
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger?s got you tied up in knots
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled
You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs that?ll never cure your ills
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got men who can?t hold their peace and women who can?t control their tongues
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move
Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?
You think He?s just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You can?t take it with you and you know that it?s too worthless to be sold
They tell you, ?Time is money,? as if your life was worth its weight in gold
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
There?s a Man up on a cross and He?s been crucified
Do you have any idea why or for who He died?
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Το αγαπημενο μου. Καθε φορα που το ακουω με πιανει γερη μελαγχολια αλλα το ακουω. =p
Γιατι εβγαλαν ντυλαν απο γιουτιουμπ γαμωτοτους.
Λυρικς:
[SPOILER]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 of
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.[/SPOILER]
Τεράστιος και αυτός και η κληρονομιά του αλλά δεν τον χώνεψα ποτέ ούτε αυτόν ούτε τη φωνή του.
Ποιος είναι ο αγαπημένος σας δίσκος του???
τα greatest hits
τερμα σπαστικο
ο jack white εχει κανει τοσες και τοσες διασκευες σε τραγουδια του
και δεν βρισκω τα original
να ναι καλα ο ανθρωπος που εβγαλε καποτε το highway 61 revisited
δε το πιστευω τι αψυχοι καλλιτεχνες κανουν επιτυχια τη σημερον ημερα…
Περιμένουμε σχόλια “Ναι αλλά γιατί δεν μίλησε το 12χρονο τότε”