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Music of my Soul

Postby dermot » Tue May 24, 2011 11:19 pm

Happy Birthday Bob Dylan............

Bob Dylan Visions Of Johanna Lyrics

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.





Bob Dylan Desolation Row Lyrics



They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row.
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row.

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row.
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get outa here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row.

At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.

They be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on ?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row.
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke ?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row.







Bob Dylan Positively 4th Street Lyrics



You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you



OK ITS AN INDULGENCE.....Dylan's music and lyrics caught me at an early age, and now when i listen as i have today, they touch me like an old lover, i awaken again to his stories of life, his descriptions of time and people, i feel like i have connected with myself, my true self.

70yrs old and still writing incredible music and lyrics.........respect!
d.
....the heart only whispers, be still and listen....
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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby mirjana » Fri May 27, 2011 12:43 pm

dermot wrote:Happy Birthday Bob Dylan............

...
OK ITS AN INDULGENCE.....Dylan's music and lyrics caught me at an early age, and now when i listen as i have today, they touch me like an old lover, i awaken again to his stories of life, his descriptions of time and people, i feel like i have connected with myself, my true self.

70yrs old and still writing incredible music and lyrics.........respect!
d.


Welcome back =0) You are a romantic soul and I like very much this sentence how you feel today when listening to Dylan´s music. It corresponds very much to my feelings.
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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby dermot » Sat May 28, 2011 7:45 pm

You might like this Mirjana.......?
....the heart only whispers, be still and listen....
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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby mirjana » Sun May 29, 2011 9:58 pm

[quote="dermot"]You might like this Mirjana.......?
Yes I do. I like it very much. In fact, I am a big admirer of your music selection. 80S
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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby Sabina » Mon May 30, 2011 9:49 pm

A tribute to Dylan... marvelous!
I know by posting the lyrics only you were in a way stressing his talent as a poet and song-writer rather than singer, but it was still very strange (as in "unusual") to see a topic about Bob Dylan without any audible music!
I wanted to add some but finding original Dylan on Youtube is quite an endeavor!
You have anyway remedied that a few posts later, so what am I to do now?

How about... One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below)? It's one of my favorites. First played on October 30, 1975.
I would have included the video but I didn't find it..... just different covers, unfortunately.
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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby Rachel » Thu Jun 02, 2011 7:29 am

I must say I've always thought of Bob Dylan as a poet, rather than minstrel. Great choices, by the way, people.

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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby tcm2164 » Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:05 pm

Roll On Arte by the Felice Brothers - Reminds me of a Dylan song

Oh the turbines pound
Your plane touches down
The captain catches your eye

And all the city crows
Perched high and low
On wires watch you walk by

Oh your hair has changed
Your room's rearranged
Someone's been sleeping inside

And the curtains closed
On all your windows
To block out the fried chicken sign

Roll on, Arte, roll on
Oh your heart's too good for this town
Your eyes cast through the glass
At my so sorry mannequin frown

The porter sings
As he begins
To clean up the mess
that we've made

And the christmas trees
Are cast on the street
And garbage trucks block Hooper lane

Well my head is in pain
But I can't complain
Cause my sweetheart
waits down the line

And in a while we'll be
In a house by the sea
Or even if just in my mind

Oh my mouth aint fed
My lips aint cherry red
And my grin might
show my bad teeth

And all the people I pass
Give me a glance
As if I'm some low-class thief

But to you I'm fine
And I'm in your mind
Even if I'm not around

And my arms are strong
And that;s where you belong
Give em the love that we've found

Roll on, Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
My eyes cast through the glass
At your so sorry Marilyn frown
At your so sorry Marilyn frown
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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby tcm2164 » Mon Jun 13, 2011 5:35 am

Here's the video [if I can make it post this time] for the Felice Brothers - Roll On Arte
Dermot, You might appreciate this. The singer sounds so much like a young Dylan

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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby mirjana » Mon Jun 13, 2011 9:08 pm

Tim, you are really back. [El]
Good music and very nice continuation to the tribute to Dylan.
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Re: Music of my Soul.

Postby Rachel » Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:23 pm

Hello Tim =0)

I do very much enjoy your Dylan selection. I hope to get to know the more settled DS members as I navigate my novice self through the site.
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