Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan

31.03.2007

21:31

[1]

Soulcatcher [ Admin ]

Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan

muzyka i słowa: Bob Dylan - „Highway 61 Revisited” 1965

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll, youre bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And 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
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

przekład poetycki: Sylwek Szweda

Kiedyś błyszczałaś jak słońca blask,
Rzucałaś żebrakowi drobnych garść, czyż nie było tak ? czyż nie było tak ?
Ludzie wołali - „Uważaj zatem,
Bo coś ci może się przytrafić i to nie jest żart, to nie jest żart !”
Kto skacze, ten może przewrócić się,
Ilu wyśmiałaś, przypomnij to sobie,
Lecz teraz snujesz się jak ten duch,
Dumną laleczką nie jesteś już
I o posiłek na kolanach przechodniów błagasz znów.

Jak czujesz się,
Jak czujesz się
Bez żadnej przystani
I gdzie jest dom twój ?
Samotna jak kamień
Toczący się w dół.

I choć chodziłaś do najlepszych szkół,
Nie nauczono cię Panno Samotna jak masz przetrwać tu, jak masz przetrwać tu !
Nie zadawałaś się z byle kim,
Z brudnym włóczęgą, ani żadnym z nich, oni nie kłamią, nie kłamią !
Lecz wreszcie zdałaś sobie sprawę, że
Nikt z nich już stąd nie wyciągnie cię,
Więc błąkasz się po ulicach jak cień,
Żebrzesz o uśmiech, wszędzie wciskasz się
I myślisz wciąż co na tym zyskasz, co zyskasz ?

Czy widziałaś żonglerów i ich zmarszczone brwi,
Gdy dla ciebie popisywali się i robili sztuczki, a ty... ?
Krzywdzono biednych, nie mówiłaś nic,
Nie rozumiałaś wtedy, że tak nie powinno być nigdy !
Zwykłaś ujeżdżać kulawego konia
I dyplomatę z syjamskim kotem na ramieniu,
Czyż nie było ci ciężko, gdy nagle odkryłaś,
Że wszystko to żałosnym kłamstwem było
I że zgubiłaś, zgubiłaś wtedy miłość.

Księżniczka na wieży i wszyscy piękni ludzie
Schlebiają sobie w świecie pełnym złudzeń i snów, i snów !
Ty to zostaw lepiej, a pierścień z diamentem
Schowaj głęboko i nie stawaj z nimi w jednym rzędzie, nie stawaj już !
Napoleon w łachmanach na bezludnej wyspie,
Pobiegnij do niego, on teraz woła cię.
Gdy ci wszystko zabiorą, cóż możesz jeszcze stracić,
Gdy jesteś nikim, wiesz naprawdę ile to znaczy,
Znikają tajemnice i nie ma nic do ukrycia.

za wikipedią:

Like a Rolling Stone Jak toczący się kamień - piosenka z repertuaru Boba Dylana wydana w 1965 roku na krążku Highway 61 Revisited. W rankigu największych przebojów Rolling Stone Magazine utwór ten plasuje się na pierwszym miejscu.

Pierwsze nagrania piosenki odbyły się w dniach 15 i 16 czerwca 1965 roku.
W nagraniu brali udział tacy muzycy jak Mike Bloomfield (gitarzysta - poproszony przez Dylana aby nie grał "tego gó... bluesa w stylu B.B. Kinga") oraz Al Kooper (gitarzysta - podczas nagrań grał na organach i spoźniał o 1/16 z akordami co przypadło Dylanowi do gustu i jest cechą charakterystyczną każdego wykonania piosenki).

Piosenka została wypuszczona 20 lipca 1965 roku i bardzo szybko znalazła się na pierwszym miejscu wszelkich list przebojów, okupując je przez blisko 3 miesiące (sic!).

Badziej znane covery:

The Rolling Stones - Stripped, 1995
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - The Jimi Hendrix Experience, live at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967
Bob Marley and the Wailers - The Wailing Wailers at Studio One, 1994
Cher - The Sonny Side of Cher, 1967
Eiffel 65 - Eiffel 65, 2003
Neil Young - With Spirit in Santa Monica, California, 29 sierpień 1976

31.03.2007

21:33

[2]

pablo397 [ sport addicted ]

no i?
edit: aha, fajnie wiedziec.
edit2: nie uwazam sie za nastolatka. znam ten utwor i tez troche innych, ale nie tworze z nich osobnego watku, bez slowa komentarza.

31.03.2007

21:37

[6]

Mortan [ ]

Z Dylana najbardziej lubie Hurricane :)

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter patty valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, my god, they killed them all!
Here comes the story of the hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin there does patty see
And another man named bello, movin around mysteriously.
I didnt do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin, he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops.
And so patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin
In the hot new jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In paterson thats just the way things go.
If youre black you might as well not show up on the street
less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin around
He said, I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.
And miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this ones not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin and they haul rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin eye
Says, whad you bring him in here for? he aint the guy!
Yes, heres the story of the hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubins in south america, fightin for his name
While arthur dexter bradleys still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin the screws to him, lookin for somebody to blame.
Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
You think youd like to play ball with the law?
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin that night?
Dont forget that you are white.

Arthur dexter bradley said, Im really not sure.
Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and were talkin to your friend bello
Now you dont wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
Youll be doin society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He aint no gentleman jim.

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
Its my work, hed say, and I do it for pay
And when its over Id just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of rubins cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made rubins witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fools hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldnt help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
Thats the story of the hurricane,
But it wont be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time hes done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

31.03.2007

21:49

[11]

Deser [ neurodeser ]

Z Dylana wolę to :)

Naokoło Wieży
(All Along The Watchtower)

musi być stąd jakieś wyjście
powiedział błazen do złodzieja
jest za duże zamieszanie
nie mogę znaleźć ukojenia
biznesmeni piją moje wino
oracze ryją moją ziemię
ile to wszystko jest warte
tego nikt z nich nie wie
nie ma się co podniecać
złodziej mówił łagodnie
jest między nami wielu takich
co myślą że życie to tylko żart
ale ty i ja mamy to z głowy
i to już nie jest nasz los
nie mówmy kłamstw
zapada już noc
naokoło wieży
królewna patrzy i wie
że kobiety przychodzą i odchodzą
bosonogie sługi też
gdzieś daleko stąd
zawarczał dziki ryś
dwaj podróżni nadjeżdżali
i wiatr zaczynał wyć
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Wykonanie i tekst - Brygada Kryzys

i tekst Dylana:

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

31.03.2007

21:58

[14]

Sickman [ Pretorianin ]

dobre kawalki, ja najbardziej lubie Master of War Dylana

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

mocny tekst jak na tamte czasy szczegolnie w koncowce i dosc prosty wiec nie bede sie bawil w tlumaczenie.
polecam szczegolnie wykonanie tej piosenki przez Eddiego Veddera z Pearl Jam

swoja droga mam wrazenie, ze piosenki Dylana lepiej brzmia w wykonaniu innych zespolow niz w orginale. like a rolling stone czy knocking on the heavens door to swietne kawalki, ale dopiero w wykonaniu Stonsow czy Gunsow staja sie wielkimi hitami wszechczasow.