Bob Dylan

[ojro1]

Jestem pasjonatka utworow B.Dylana, wiem
ze takich osob jest niewiele, ale moze
jest ktos, kto tez go slucha?

Mam wydanie ksiazkowe zawierajace jego poezje,
ale "tylko" od 1962 do 1985 i nie ma tam
"Dignity".
Czy ktos z Was ma moze slowa tej piosenki?

pozdr.

[theagata]

Dignity.

Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity

Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity

Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun

Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?

Blind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity

I went to the wedding of Mary-lou
She said ŇI don't want nobody see me talkin' to youÓ
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity

I went down where the vultures feed
I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?

Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For dignity

Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity

Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair

Got no place to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity

Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure
Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
for dignity

Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity

Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams

So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity

[exman]

No i kto dziś potrafi wyjść na senę i zaśpiewać pod rząd, z pamięci, bez żadnych
monitorów tyle ciekawego tekstu ? Może starzy, folkoei eyjadacze jeszce...Też
lubię Boba, za wiele różnych rzczy...

[Gość: pszemcio1]

exman napisał:

> No i kto dziś potrafi wyjść na senę i zaśpiewać pod rząd, z pamięci, bez
żadnyc
> h
> monitorów tyle ciekawego tekstu ?

sugerujesz że dziś artyści nie są w stanie zapamiętać swoich tekstów i patrzą
na monitory jak śpiewają?

[theagata]

exman napisał:

> No i kto dziś potrafi wyjść na senę i zaśpiewać pod rząd, z pamięci, bez
> żadnych monitorów tyle ciekawego tekstu ?

z pewnością Tom Waits i Lech Janerka
podobno Maleńczuk też jeszcze daje radę

[ojro1]

exman napisał:

> No i kto dziś potrafi wyjść na senę i zaśpiewać pod rząd, z pamięci, bez
żadnyc
> h
> monitorów tyle ciekawego tekstu ? Może starzy, folkoei eyjadacze jeszce...<

Tej poezji byloby wiecej, gdyby nie musial
jej skracac (czasami bylo nawet 25 zwrotek

> Też lubię Boba, za wiele różnych rzczy...<

n.p.?