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Reference to Bob Dylan's song. Many people sit for ages waiting for the ships to pass within a hundred yards(ish) of the light at Battery Point.
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you want me, honey baby,
I'll be here.
"Buckets of Rain," Bob Dylan
Dylan by Jerry Schatzberg
Reflected photographs …..
[left] ……. Francis Bacon by David Bailey … 1983
[centre] … Samuel Beckett by John Haines … 1973
[right] … Diane de Poitiers by Paul Kilsby …. 1999
All photographs in this exhibition were produced by …. 31 STUDIO Platinum Prints
And were part of the photostroud festival of photography
Bob Dylan -
Again, experimenting with both bubbles & vintage colors.
Don't know why, but this one makes me think about My Back Pages, by Bob Dylan (or "The last prophet" as one of my friend calls him).
Aujourd’hui 6 enfants sur 10 ont peur de devenir pauvres…
Vous souvenez-vous de cette chanson de Bob Dylan parue en 1965 “ Like a Rolling Stone” ?
♪♫ Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime, in your prime
Didn’t you ?
…
Now you don’t
Seem so Proud
About havin’ to be scrounging
Your next meal
How does it feel
To be without home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ? ♪♫
♪♫ Il fut un temps où tu étais si bien habillée
Tu balançais 3 thunes aux clodos, dans ton bel âge
Hein ?
…
Maintenant tu fais
Moins la fière
D’avoir à supplier
Ton prochain repas
Ça te fais quoi
D’être à la rue
Comme une parfaite inconnue
Comme une pierre qui roule ? ♪♫….
Une impression que tout change et rien ne change en fait, ou un règlement de compte avec sa copine… didn’t you ?
Le titre en tous cas est inspiré par la chanson Rollin’stone de Muddy Waters tout comme le nom du magazine RollingStone d’ailleurs l’a été, l’auteur Greil Marcus ancien journaliste de cette revue retrace autour de ce titre les évènements graves qui se produisaient alors aux USA, violences, émeutes, ségrégations, spoliations, assassinats, guerres…
Par ailleurs, le livre fourmille de références érudites sur le milieu musical de l’époque, Joan Baez, Al Kooper, Michael Bloomfield et tant d’autres qui ont côtoyé l’artiste, ainsi que les origines et influences du folk, blues et musiques traditionnelles d’autrefois sur ses compositions.
J’ai aimé son analyse au scalpel de la chanson, du 1° coup de batterie d’introduction comme une détonation d’arme à feu, jusqu’au sens ou interprétation des paroles que certains ont pu avoir de ces quatre vers du 2° couplet :
♫♪ With the mystery tramp but now you
Realize
He’s not selling any
Alibis…
Avec le clochard mystérieux, mais maintenant tu
Te rends compte
Qu’il ne vend aucun
Alibi… ♫♪
Oui ! allusion à l’un des trois clochards mystérieux bien connus de la littérature sur l’assassinat de Kennedy, photographiés à proximité du monticule herbeux, embarqués par la police de Dallas, puis relâchés sans aucune enquête…
Voici donc un ouvrage à lire avec attention sur une chanson ayant transformé la jeunesse de l’époque en une révolution de 6 minutes et qui donne envie de la rechanter avec conviction, à vos guitares mes amis !!
Loran de Cevinne
And just my dear music ♫ ♪[Like a Rolling Stone] by Bob Dylan ( 1965 )
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Masters of War
Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples' blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatenin' my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Bob Dylan
Our 2nd visit to Bob Dylan's birth home resulted in this sidewalk medallion we missed on our first visit in 2019.
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Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox camera right. AB800 with flagged 7 inch reflector camera left. Triggered by Cybersync.
Maggie's Farm - Bob Dylan
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s644Yce0E0
The idea is to click on the link and you will get the song. If you go to this set you will see the collection.
Book cover of Bob Dylan : Little People, Big Dreams published by Lincoln Children's Books.
Sydney, Australia
whatever colours
you have in your mind
I'll show them to you
and you'll see them shine
So Mister Dylan wins a Nobel prize for literature, that sure has created a stir :)
Many years ago, and I mean a whole lot :) I had a guy sing this song to me while he played his guitar, sounds romantic?
He asked me if I wanted to hear the song he sang to his German Shepherd dog named "Lady" :)
image taken in Maui in 2009 and cranked in Lightroom very recently :)
Portrait of Bob Dylan
9" x 12" inkjet print.
Archival inks on 140# cold press watercolor paper.
Signed and dated: David Pohl, 2010 | A/P Artist's Proof
Available Here
Copyright 2010 David Pohl
HOP | House of Pingting Archives
He’s able to reach depths of experience of lives lived by himself and his listeners -– in ways that nobody else can. What makes him special is his ability to reach the depths of the characters in his songs, as if they are real people and he can experience what they’ve experienced. The essence of his work is empathy.
~ Greil Marcus
i recently saw this "i'm not there" movie. i find it pretty amazing. digging through old photos yesterday i found this blurry one i took in edinburgh.
MOR ÇOCUK
"Geceydi ve fonda bir yerde Oh Sister’in çalması kaçınılmazdı artık.Ömer bir çöp tenekesinin içine atlayıp çöplerle boğuşmaya başladı. Sonra bir kahkaha duydu ve “Ne gülüyorsun?” diye sordu.
-Sen çok komik bir adamsın.Orada ne yapıyorsun öyle?
-Her şey çok acı.
-Tabii acı olur.
Bir çocuk.Tepeden tırnağa mor.Başındaki kocaman şapkasıyla Şikago’nun kenar mahalle çocuklarını andırıyordu.
-Deminki şarkı neydi?
-Oh sister.Bob Dylan’ın imani bir şarkısı.
Çocuk paltosunun sağ ya da sol cebinden bir ağız mızıkası çıkarıp eski bir İrlanda türküsü çaldı.”Biraz Küçük Prens’i andırıyorsun” dedi Ömer. “Hiç okumadım” dedi çocuk, “ama sen de pilotu andırıyorsun .Uçağının çöplüğe düşmesi ne trajik.”
Adı Moritan’dı.”Son Moritan” gibi. Belli başlı bir hedefi var hayatta: Moritanya’ya gitmek ve asla geri dönmemek.
-Bana bir Moritanya adası çizsene.
-Nasıl çizeyim?
-Mor çiz.
Sonra çekip gittiler.Dünya çok sıkıcıydı…"
/hakan albayrak
Honey, just allow me one more chance
Ah'll do anything with you
Well, I'm a-walkin' down the road
With my head in my hand
I'm lookin' for a woman
Needs a worried man
Just-a one kind favor I ask you
Allow me just-a one more chance.
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your aeroplane
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your passenger train
Well, I've been lookin' all over
For a gal like you
I can't find nobody
So you'll have to do
Just-a kind a favor I ask you
Allow me just-a one more chance.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah
Makes you stop and all wonder why
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn’t help but cry
Oh, this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
And as long as it does I’ll just sit here
And watch the river flow (Words by Bob Dylan)
"This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway".
How many years can some people exist.
Before they're allowed to be free?.
The answer is blowin' in the wind....Bob Dylan.
White Sands National Monument.
Alamogordo , New Mexico
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por Barry Feinstein. Todas las fotografías de él, en su mayoría la verdad, son de famosos. Pero a diferencia del resto de fotógrafos de ese entonces, además de documentar las vidas de las celebridades se encarga de dar su genuina perspectiva, para mi gusto, uno de los más reconocibles y notables.