Bob Dylan
Best Wishes!
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After Nobel Prize for Literature is announced, I try to read at least one book from the author if I have not done it. It's a habit I picked up from my uncle. This year is no exception.
I have listened to Bob Dylan ... but never took time to go deep into his lyrics. But after he was awarded the Nobel prize for literature, I started looking at his lyrics and now I see why he deserves it. Amazing depth ... Please enjoy snippets of what I liked (I only read a dozen poems, a very small part of his collection)
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Blowin' in the wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
The times are changing ...
The line it is drawn the curse it is cast
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
The times are changing ...
The line it is drawn the curse it is cast
The slow one now
will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a' changin'!
Like a Rolling Stone
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a' changin'!
Like a Rolling Stone
When you ain't got
nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible
now, you've got no secrets to conceal How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son
And 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, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Written by Bob Dylan • Copyright © Bob Dylan Music
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