7.2.14

Mis 25 de Dylan

The man in me (New Morning, 1970)
Farewell (The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos, 1963)
Idiot wind (Blood On The Tracks, 1974)
Delia (World Gone Wrong, 1993)
To Ramona (Another Side Of Bob Dylan, 1964)
I shall be released (1967)
Like a rolling stone (Highway 61 Revisited, 1965)
Shelter from the storm (Blood On The Tracks, 1974)
Buckets of rain (Blood On The Tracks, 1974)
Oh, sister (Desire, 1975)
Girl from the north country (The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1963) (Favorite album)
Someday baby (Modern Times, 2006)
Blowin' in the wind (The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1962)
Shooting star (Oh Mercy, 1989) (Favorite album)
Ring them bells (Oh Mercy, 1989) 
It's all over now, baby blue (Bringing It All Back Home, 1965)
Visions of Johanna (Blonde On Blonde, 1966)
Boots of Spanish Leather (The Times They Are A-Changin', 1963)
Forever young (Planet Waves, 1973)
My back pages (Another Side Of Bob Dylan, 1964)
One too many mornings (The Times They Are A-Changin', 1964, 1966) 
If dogs run free (New Morning, 1970)
Subterranean homesick blues (Bringing It All Back Home, 1965)
Trying to get to heaven (Time Out Of Mind, 1997) (Favorite album)
Not dark yet* (Time Out Of Mind, 1997)




*
Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there



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