#1
Ik zag hem dit jaar live!
Kon wel janken.
Kon wel janken.
Bob Dylan
28 antwoorden
4 weergaven
18-5-2026
#2
Ben ik blij dat ik hem nog live heb kunnen aanschouwen,
al was het niet wat ik had verwacht.
Maar het blijft een literaire meester,
en mijn meester.
al was het niet wat ik had verwacht.
Maar het blijft een literaire meester,
en mijn meester.
#3
ExceptionalInsight zei:Komt toch niet in de buurt van het soort teksten dat dit literaire genie schreef hoor.Immo zei:I'm waiting and diversing
I'm collecting...diversing information...
liberation...
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs
Manifesto on my window and my fruit...
rotation...admiration...outline my root...
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs
Literair genie zou ik niet zeggen, wel een genie in de combinatie van poëzie en muziek.
#4
Toen ik zag dat BillyBilo ineens iets gepost had in dit subforum (uberhaupt weer eens?) wist ik direct dat het het Bob Dylan topic zou zijn ![:)]()
#5
Dat ik dit topic nog niet op heb gemerkt! Dylan is geweldig, fantastische muzikant maar vooral de beste poëet die ik ken.
#6
Ollemann zei:Het mooiste stuk moderne poëzie dan, hè.
Maar ja, Dylan is een meester met woorden en muziek.
Olle
Het mooiste stuk poëzie dus. Al die oude niet-originele troep heeft geen boodschap, het draait alleen om hoe het geschreven is en niet om de inhoud. Pas vanaf de nieuwe zakelijkheid is er pas echt poëzie ontstaan die ik kan waarderen.
#8
ik ben nu de hele bootleg verzameling aan het luisteren ![:hearteyes:]()
heerlijk . gewoon heerlijk .
#9
^Heerlijk nummer. ![:)]()
#10
Bob Dylan was zijn tijd ver vooruit: http://oonce-oonce.com/
#11
Nathaniel zei:Bob Dylan was zijn tijd ver vooruit: http://oonce-oonce.com/
Ik schrok me helemaal de tering.
#12
ben geen kenner, maar vind nummers als tangled up in blue altijd wel lekker om te horen.
#13
Mooie manier om alle aansprakelijkheid van je af te laten vallentaeknic zei:ben geen kenner
#14
Ja hè,Aalpoepert zei:Mooie manier om alle aansprakelijkheid van je af te laten vallentaeknic zei:ben geen kenner
maar ik moet zeggen, dat ik wel eens subtieler ben geweest.
#15
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 handful of rain, temptin' 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 off
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 watchman 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 'lectricity 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
How can I explain?
Oh, 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
Sayin', "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
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We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' 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 off
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 watchman 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 'lectricity 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
How can I explain?
Oh, 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
Sayin', "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
#16
Inderdaad ook één van mijn favorieten.
Al was het alleen maar om dit zinnetje:
Al was het alleen maar om dit zinnetje:
Ivoos zei:We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
#17
Deze is echt goed.
#18
Ik kan het nummer phantom engineer nergens vinden. Stond eerst op youtube, nu niet meer en zit niet in zijn albums.
Wie heeft hem? Of weet waar ik hem kan halen?
Wie heeft hem? Of weet waar ik hem kan halen?
#19
Ik wist dat dit topic er aan zat te komen. Het spande er alleen om of Deranged, ExceptionalInsight of Berbatov hem had geopend. En ach, anders had ik het zelf wel gedaan.
#20
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Ik heb eigenlijk geen idee waarom precies. Maar ik heb het idee dat dit het mooiste stuk poëzie is dat ik ooit heb mogen aanschouwen.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Ik heb eigenlijk geen idee waarom precies. Maar ik heb het idee dat dit het mooiste stuk poëzie is dat ik ooit heb mogen aanschouwen.