Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Dylan and Life.

I first listened to Bob Dylan when I was in 8th standard. We had this English teachers who used to inspire us to listen to English songs. So, I started listening to 'em. Then one day, I listened to this crooked voice, with guitar and Harmonica saying,
"Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'
For the loser now Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin"

I had to listen it three or four times to understand, of course. But once I did understand the lyrics, I got hooked with his lyrics. And then my uncle happened to notice I was listening this song. He explained me the History behind this song, and how it went on to become the ANTHEM of Hippie movement in the late '60s. I went on to read the hippie documents and well, was, astounded to find that "THE WOODSTOCK festival" was organized in New-York so that Dylan could perform (he didn’t because of the Motorcycle accident)

After that Dylan has pretty much become part of my life. I grew of listening "How many roads most a man walk down Before you call him a man?" and wondering about the plight of the Black people then, and more so, how a white man, just 21 could write song that strong. Then there was most beautiful and thought-provoking six minutes you will ever listen to, "Like rolling stone", a word vomit from Dylan- the poet. It’s a bumpy ride rolling stone is, and Bob takes you with it, rolling with him, singing with him, thinking like him, and in the end, you just happen to ask, "How does it feel, To be on your own, With no direction home, Like a complete unknown, Like a rolling stone?" Young blood, aint it. The Hurricane of Dylan mania, I would take on anyone who thinks, Like a Rolling stone is the greatest song ever written, and Sung.

He tells even the president has to stand naked, he tells the sun is not yellow, its chicken, with out and out blue. When you are having a bad morning, he asks the Tambourine man to sing a song for you. He fought the civil war moment with songs, “When the Ship Comes In,” and “Only a Pawn in Their Game,” also joining Len Chandler for the song “Hold On” (and "we shall overcome" after the speech) for Martin Luther king, while he was preparing for "I have a Dream" speech. He dreams alongside you with, Bob Dylan's Dreams, "We dreamed a dream, for many years strong, laughing and dreaming till the early morning." When you are just having a bad break up in school, he shares the sadness with,
 "The friend you used to be, so near and dear to me
you slipped so far away, where did we go astray
I passed the old school yard,
admitting life is hard, without you near me."

And then he comes wishing her a good life, with, "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." Love is not a strong garrisons of Dylan, but then he wrote "visions of Johana", the greatest tragedy/contemplation song you will ever hear, or say one of the best love songs ever "love is just a four letter word" (joan Baez).

He fought for the freedom, he sympathized about the soldiers who fought for the government too, saying they are only the pawn in the game. "You are only reason I am travelling, don’t think twice its alright" that’s what he has to say, when you feel abandoned. When someone betrayed you, he shared the agony with you, "we looted and plundered the same shores together, why isn't my share equal to yours". When you gave up your fight, he gave it up with you,
"The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's all over now, Baby Blue."

Criticizes the rules, that masters made up for old man and fools, and says, he is fed up "Gonna change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward, and stop being influenced by fools." I don’t want to witness the day like that of Cuban Missile crisis, if I do (and since there arent any Jack and Bob Kennedy anymore it sure will be doomsday) I will be listening to "A hard rain is gonna fall".

There is one Dylan song, I am pretty much listening to these days,
"Go 'way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who's never weak but always strong
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe."

He has written and sung song for every mood you are in. "Your voice is like a meadowlark, but your heart is like an ocean, mysterious and dark."

Go have "One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee 'fore I go, to the valley below." and say, if you liked the post or not.

I know you will, if you don’t, "I don’t believe you, You are Liars."

Good day all. 

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