Arquivo da tag: bob dylan

os senhores (ou pra ter certeza que vocês vazaram)…

Masters of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big 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 the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s 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 threatening 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
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’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
’Til I’m sure that you’re dead

o especial “dylan / basement tapes” com eduardo bueno está de volta…

o programa foi ao ar nos derradeiros momentos de 2014 (30dezembro) e chega hoje para celebrar os 8.0 de dylan… D+

lembrando que esse áudio estava “deletado” por falta de espaço no servidor e ressuscitou graças ao empenho cascudérrimo da curadoria do roNca… palmas que Ela merece!


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bob dylan & the hawks – “leopard skin” (ao vivo – 1966)

basement tapes – “low & behold” (take1)

basement tapes – “quinn the eskimo” (take1)

basement tapes – “bourbon street”

basement tapes – “please, mr. henry”

basement tapes – “people get ready”

basement tapes – “this wheel’s on fire”

basement tapes – “ain’t no more cane” (take1)

basement tapes – “going to acapulco”

basement tapes – “i shall be released” (take1)

basement tapes – “too much of nothing” (take1)

basement tapes – “i’m not there”

sonic youth – “i’m not there”

basement tapes – “crash on the levee” (take2)

george harrison – “if not for you”

elvis presley – “tomorrow is a long time”

basement tapes – “sign on the cross”

ernani pires ferreira – “narração do páreo melhores1985” (rock alive-fluminense fm-dezembro85)

basement tapes – “you ain’t going nowhere”

oitentinha Dele, hoje (ou respira fuNdo)…

8 X 10, oito décadas, oitenta velinhas, quase um século… já pensou?

é isso, little bob desafiando todas as barreiras do tempo (nandão, afinal, do que se trata essa régua?). portanto, hoje é dia de matutar:

– jisus, estou respirando o mesmo ar Dele, acompanhando a vida de um dos maiores terráqueos que jah passaram pelas galáxias. UAU… é festa!

é rave, celebration, aglomeração com as fitas K7. corpo a corpo com livros, cds, VHS… com tudo que tenha o nome BOB DYLAN!

para cravar a data no poleiro, aqui está – pela milionésima vez em seus sentidos – uma das páginas mais definitivas da História humana: o “vídeo”, de 1965, que criou 98% da comunicação visual que conhecemos. o ground zero do pacote “som-imagem-poesia-cabeleira alta”. segura de novo…


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nandão & bob…

poucas vezes aTRIPA reverberou tanto uma entrevista quanto a que bob dylan deu ao new york times essa semana… AQUI

claro, nandão ficou impactado, selecionou um diminuto tasco da mesma e mandou pra gente…

esperança, otimismo, sorrisos mil… mamãe

mamãe, apesar de tudo (e de todos), hoje é dia de celebrar os 7.9 Dele…

caramba, já pensou no fato de você ter existido sobre a crosta da terra tendo Ele ao seu lado durante todo esse tempo? que você e Ele respiram o mesmo ar puro (dos dias de hoje)? hahahahahahaha…

pois bem, celebre… grite na janela, coloque a Música tocando alto, muito alto… abra o caramelo, fique de cabeça pra baixo, dê cambalhotas, incendeie o ambiente, ligue pros amigos & inimigos, entre no “ocupa tempo” especial dylan 7.9… e pense que Ele está com você. SEMPRE


as couves de “bloNde on bloNde”…

lá pelos idos de 2016, a MOJO lançou um disco duplo, vinil amarelo, chamado “blonde on blonde revisited”… captou? isso mermo, a masterpiece Dele, na íntegra, na ordem original, interpretada por 14 fios desencapados com destaque para todo o lado D com jim o’rourke deitando os cabelos em “sad eyed lady of the lowlands”… pirei!

de imediato, a rede de traficantes internacionais do roNca entrou em ação e a pepita desembarcou, rapidinho, no rio de janeura. cheguei a tocar alguma song no roNca e no programa da globo… mas não fui muito adiante na audição. sacumé, né? correria, outras atenções na pista… e a tal falta de tempo. conclusão, só ontem, os quatro lados desse disco desfilaram umas três vezes, inteirinhos, de enfiada, na passarela da maloca…

numa olhada rápida, não encontrei o artefato nas redes tradicionais de streaming mas está no Utube…

só mesmo Ele pra fechar esse 27março2020…

muitas citações da letra são detalhadas pelos respectivos links… D+

[Verse 1]
It was a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do, we know who you are!”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts, we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing

It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul

[Verse 2]
Hush, little children, you’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’, they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m goin’ to Woodstock, it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window, let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they’ve got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street
When you’re down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don’t ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn
I’m going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity lie
Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man

Goodbye, Charlie! Goodbye, Uncle Sam!
Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby,
they oughta know
“Shut your mouth,” said a wise old owl
Business is business, and it’s a murder most foul

[Verse 3]
Tommy, can you hear me? I’m the Acid Queen
I’m riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Ridin’ in the backseat next to my wife
Headed straight on in to the afterlife
I’m leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap
Hold on, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We’re right down the street, from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What more could they do? They piled on the pain
But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they’ve been searchin’ for that
Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin’, then tell me no lie
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Susie, let’s go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let’s keep hope alive

Turn the radio on, don’t touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I’ve blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I’m never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder’s film I seen night before
Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more
It’s vile and deceitful, it’s cruel and it’s mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen

They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son
The age of the Antichrist has just only begun
Air Force One comin’ in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel
It is what it is, and it’s murder most foul

[Verse 4]
What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it’s thirty-six hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he’s speaking in tongues
He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that “Only the Good Die Young”
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play “St. James Infirmary” and the Court of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too, play “I’d Rather Go Blind”
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker, play “Scratch My Back”
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

[Verse 5]
Play “Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”
Play it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit
and let it go by
Play it for Carl Wilson, too
Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue
Play tragedy, play “Twilight Time
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and “Another One Bites the Dust”
Play “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In God We Trust”
Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz
Play “Blue Sky,” play Dickey Betts
Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and “All That Jazz”

Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers, play the odds
Play “Cry Me A River” for the Lord of the gods
Play Number nine, play Number six
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole, play “Nature Boy”
Play “Down In The Boondocks” for Terry Malloy
Play “It Happened One Night” and “One Night of Sin”
There’s twelve million souls that are listening in
Play “Merchant of Venice”, play “Merchants of Death
Play “Stella by Starlight” for Lady Macbeth
Don’t worry, Mr. President, help’s on the way
Your brothers are comin’, there’ll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What’s this about hell?

Tell them, “We’re waiting, keep coming,” we’ll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground

Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play “Misty” for me and “That Old Devil Moon”
Play “Anything Goes” and “Memphis in June”
Play “Lonely At the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave”
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton, play “Lucille”
Play “Deep In a Dream”, and play “Driving Wheel”
Play “Moonlight Sonata” in F-sharp
And “A Key to the Highway” for the king on the harp
Play “Marching Through Georgia” and “Dumbarton’s Drums”
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play “Love Me Or Leave Me” by the great Bud Powell
Play “The Blood-stained Banner”, play “Murder Most Foul”