Bob Dylan- A voz de uma geração que mudou o mundo
Bob Dylan, nome artístico de Robert Allen Zimmerman, nascido a 24 de maio de 1941, é um compositor, cantor, pintor, ator e escritor norte-americano, originário do estado de Minnesota e neto de imigrantes judeus russos.
Aos dez anos de idade Dylan escreveu seus primeiros poemas. Começou a cantar em grupos de rock, imitando Little Richard e Buddy Holly. Em 1959, na Universidade de Minnesota, dedicou-se à folk music.
Em 2004, foi eleito pela famosa revista Rolling Stone
como o 7º maior cantor de todos os tempos e, pela mesma revista, o 2º melhor
artista da música de todos os tempos, ficando somente atrásdos Beatles, e uma de suas principais canções, "Like a Rolling Stone", foi escolhida como a melhor de todos os tempos.
Inspirou grandes nomes do rock americano e britânico dos
anos de 1960 e 1970. Em 2012, Dylan foi condecorado com a Medalha Presidencial da Liberdade pelo presidente dos Estados Unidos Barack Obama.
Ganhou o Prémio Nobel da Literatura em 2016 por "ter criado novos modos de expressão poética no quadro da tradição da música americana". Tornou-se o primeiro e único artista na história a ganhar, além do Prémio Nobel, o Oscar, Grammy e o Globo de Ouro.
Bob Dylan também escreveu Chronicles, Volume One, a primeira parte do seu livro de memórias dividido em 3 volumes e publicado em 5 de outubro de 2004. O livro aborda a longa carreira do cantor e passou 19 semanas na lista de best-sellers do The New York Times.
Na edição do 70º aniversário de Bob Dylan (em 24 de maio de 2011), a revista Rolling Stone divulgou uma lista das melhores canções do compositor de acordo
com a escolha dos seus leitores:
1. "Like a Rolling Stone"
2. "Tangled Up in Blue"
3. "Visions of Johanna"
4. "Desolation Row"
5. "All Along the Watchtower"
6. "The Times They Are A-Changin"
7. "Blowin' In The Wind"
8. "Subterranean Homesick Blues"
9. "Lay Lady Lay"
10. "Forever Young"
Forever Young
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy
May…
May…
Contudo, a nossa escolha pessoal recaiu nestas duas poesias e canções intemporais:
"I Want You"
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask for me
Open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers they've gone down
True love they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him - Was I ?
But I did though because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I ..
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask for me
Open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers they've gone down
True love they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him - Was I ?
But I did though because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I ..
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
Mr. Tambourine Man
Bob Dylan
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes…
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes…
Fonte: wikipedia (alterado e adaptado)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BG8y0rRYjEI
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