nyl-on

(Source: williamneubauten, via mypassionforbeauty)

3h30 of GOOSEBUMPS throughout “No Direction Home” a Martin Scorsese’s documentary film on Bob Dylan

“he has his finger on the pulse of our generation - Bob Dylan”

must watch

The Boy with the Arab Strap, by Belle And Sebastian

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Because anything’s better than posh isolation

i’ll let you be in my dreams if i can be in yours

(Source: life)

I’ve been walking through the Summer nights
The jukebox playing low
Yesterday everything was going too fast
Today it’s moving too slow

I’ve got no place left to turn
I’ve got nothing left to burn

I don’t know if I saw you
If I would kiss you or kill you
It probably wouldn’t matter to you anyhow
You left me standing in the doorway crying
I got nothing to go back to now

The light in this place is so bad
Making me sick in the head
All the laughter is just making me sad
The stars have turned cherry red

I’m strumming on my gay guitar
Smoking a cheap cigar

The ghost of our old love
Has not gone away
Not looking like it will any time soon
You left me standing in the doorway crying
Under the midnight moon

Maybe they’ll get me
And maybe they won’t
But not tonight and it won’t be here
There are things I could stay
But I don’t 
I know the mercy of God must be near

I been riding a midnight train
Got ice water in my veins

I would be crazy
If I took you back
It would go up against every rule
You left me standing in the doorway crying
Suffering like a fool

When the last rays of daylight go down
Buddy, you’ll roll no more 
I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard
I wonder who they’re ringing for
I know I can’t win
But my heart just won’t give in
Last night I danced with a stranger
But she just reminded me you were the one
You left me standing in the doorway crying 
In the dark land of the sun 

I’ll eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m dry
And live my life on the square
And even if the flesh falls off of my face
I know someone will be there to care
It always means so much
Even the softest touch
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation
There are no words that need to be said
You left me standing in the doorway crying
Blues wrapped around my head 

“Subterranean Homesick Blues” was, in fact, an extraordinary three-way amalgam of Jack Kerouac, the Guthrie/Pete Seeger song “Taking It Easy” (‘mom was in the kitchen preparing to eat/sis was in the pantry looking for some yeast’) and the riffed-up rock’n’roll poetry of Chuck Berry’s “Too Much Monkey Business”.

While Dylan was not a member of the original Beat circles of the 1950s, Kerouac’s The Subterraneans, a novel published in 1958 about the Beats, has been cited as a possible inspiration for the song’s title. Stretching further back, the title alludes to Notes from Underground, a novel by Fyodor Dostoevsky, whose works were popular with Beat writers such as Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg.

Some think that the song is in the musical continuum that stretches from ‘talking blues’ and similar songs of the early 20th Century to modern rap. There is also a rhythmical and lyrical similarity to the folk song “Shortnin’ Bread”.

The song’s first line is a reference to codeine distillation and politics of the time: “Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine / I’m on the pavement thinkin’ about the Government”. The song also depicts some of the growing conflicts between “straight” or “square” (40-hour workers) and the emerging 1960s counterculture. The widespread use of recreational drugs, and turmoil surrounding the Vietnam War were both starting to take hold of the nation, and Dylan’s hyperkinetic lyrics were dense with up-to-the-minute allusions to important emerging elements in the 1960s youth culture. According to rock journalist Andy Gill, “an entire generation recognized the zeitgeist in the verbal whirlwind of ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’.”

The song also references the struggles surrounding the American civil rights movement. In spite of the political nature of the lyrics, the song went on to become the first Top 40 hit for Dylan in the United States.

Bob Dylan- Queen Jane Approximately

(Source: lecollecteur, via theplanetofsound)

Visions of Johanna [vinyl rip]
Free Trade Hall
Manchester, England
May 17, 1966

I’ve already posted my all time favorites Dylan’s lyrics… here it is again. 

If your time to you
 is worth saving 
then you better start swimming 
or you’ll sink like a stone 
for the times they are a-changing. Come mothers and fathers
 throughout the land
 and don’t criticize
 what you can’t understand 
your sons and your daughters 
are beyond your command.Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, none of them along the line know what any of it is worth. To feel you all around me and to take your hand along the sand, 
I’m but I’m ears, we’ll try and catch the wind.But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues you can tell by the way she smiles. When you whispered in my ear and asked me if I was leaving with you or her I didn’t realize just what I did hear I didn’t realize how young you were. Well, the room is so stuffy, I can hardly breathe. Everybody’s gone but me and you and I can’t be the last to leave I’m pledging my time to you.They’ll stone ya when you’re trying to make a buck.
 They’ll stone ya and then they’ll say, “good luck.” Well, they’ll stone you when you walk all alone.
 They’ll stone you when you are walking home. Standing on your window, honey, yes, I’ve been here before. Feeling so harmless, I’m looking at your second door. How come you don’t send me no regards? You know I want your loving, honey why are you so hard? And she buttoned her boot and straightened her suit, then she said, don’t get cute. So I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs and gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum. I just can’t do what I done before,
 I just can’t beg you any more, I’m gonna let you pass
 and I’ll go last.
 Then time will tell just who fell
 and who’s been left behind when you go your way and I go mine. 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 drinking from my broken cup
 and ask me to
 open up the gate for you. With your childhood flames on your midnight rug and your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs and your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs who among them do you think could resist you? She makes love just like a woman and she aches just like a woman 
but she breaks just like a little girl. Well, I wanna be your lover baby,
 I don’t wanna be your boss. Don’t say I never warned you
 when your train gets lost. You’ve been with the professors 
and they’ve all liked your looks, with great lawyers you have
 discussed lepers and crooks
, you’ve been through all of
 F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books, you’re very well read
 it’s well known. When your mother sends back all your invitations and your father to your sister he explains that you’re tired of yourself and all of your creations. Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King 
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
 and a thousand telephones that don’t ring
 do you know where I can get rid of these things 
and Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
 and he said yes I think it can be easily done 
just take everything down to Highway 61. Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night 
told the first father that things weren’t right 
my complexion she said is much too white
 he said come here and step into the light he says hmm you’re right 
let me tell the second mother this has been done but the second mother was with the seventh son
 and they were both out on Highway 61. Cinderella she seems so easy; it takes one to know one, she smiles and puts her hands into her back pockets Bette Davis style. Throw my ticket out the window, throw my suitcase out there too, throw my troubles out the door, I don’t need them any more cause tonight I’ll be staying here with you. You say you’re looking for someone 
who’ll pick you up each time you fall, 
to gather flowers constantly
 and to come each time you call,
 a lover for your life and nothing more. You who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
 take the rag away from your face, now ain’t the time for your tears. We’ll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed when they rode with Villa into Torreon. A man in the corner approached me for a match, I knew right away he was not ordinary. I picked up his body and I dragged him inside, threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover, I said a quick prayer and felt satisfied then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship,
my senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip,
 my toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
 to be wandering. They sat together in the park as the evening sky grew dark, she looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones. How many ears must one man have
 before he can hear people cry? They say everything can be replaced,
 yet every distance is not near, so I remember every face
 of every man who put me here. You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last but whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. People carry roses,
 make promises by the hours,
 my love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can’t buy her. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
 “I thought you’d never say hello,” she said
 “You look like the silent type.”
 Then she opened up a book of poems
 and handed it to me
 written by an Italian poet 
from the thirteenth century. I didn’t do it, he says, and he throws up his hands I was only robbing the register, I hope you understand. Staying up for days in the Chelsea Hotel writing “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” for you. Most of the time she ain’t even in my mind, I wouldn’t know her if I saw her, she’s that far behind. Most of the time I can’t even be sure if she was ever with me or if I was with her. I tell you something, tell you the facts you don’t want me give my money back. Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man a while 
why wait any longer for the world to begin 
you can have your cake and eat it too
 why wait any longer for the one you love
 when he’s standing in front of you. Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street 
and now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it. Well, Shakespeare, he’s in the alley 
with his pointed shoes and his bells apeaking to some French girl who says she knows me well. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end to be stuck inside of mobile
 with the Memphis blues again. Get sick, get well
, hang around a ink well
, ring bell, hard to tell
 if anything is going to sell
, try hard, get barred
, get back, write Braille , get jailed, jump bail
, join the army, if you fail
. Look out kid.