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QUOTE (rushgoober @ May 28 2009, 06:06 PM)
QUOTE (theworkingman @ May 27 2009, 10:47 PM)
I just listened to Part 5 of the Bootleg Series (The Rolling Thunder Revenue) and it is STUNNING. By far my favorite of the entire Bootleg Series which is saying something because I LOVE the Royal Albert Hall concert. Probably my favorite version ever of Hurricane.

nice! it's on my want list...

Same.

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QUOTE (theworkingman @ Jun 1 2009, 08:30 PM)
Bob Dylan opened for Aerosmith?

how many people hung themself's laugh.gif

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QUOTE (theworkingman @ Jun 2 2009, 01:30 AM)
Bob Dylan opened for Aerosmith?

Mmmmmmmmmmm.......I've been digging around, I smell horse manure.

 

As much as I love the 'Smith, they're not fit to weed Bob's garden.

Shit, they're not fit to weed Mellencamp's garden.

Okay, maybe that was a little harsh but seriously, Aerosmith havn't made a truly good record since when? The 70's? Those first four or five albums ARE great though.

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QUOTE (theworkingman @ Jun 2 2009, 11:46 PM)
QUOTE (Hatchetaxe&saw @ Jun 2 2009, 03:49 AM)
QUOTE (theworkingman @ Jun 2 2009, 01:30 AM)
Bob Dylan opened for Aerosmith?

Mmmmmmmmmmm.......I've been digging around, I smell horse manure.

 

As much as I love the 'Smith, they're not fit to weed Bob's garden.

Shit, they're not fit to weed Mellencamp's garden.

Okay, maybe that was a little harsh but seriously, Aerosmith havn't made a truly good record since when? The 70's? Those first four or five albums ARE great though.

Up until Night In The Ruts, then the patchiness started.

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I've been a Dylan fan ever since I was a little kid. I remember riding around with my dad on rainy spring days, exploring the back roads with Dylan playing all the while. Older Dylan is my fav, hwy 61 revisited is one of 'em.
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Someones got it in for me, theyre planting stories in the press

Whoever it is I wish theyd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.

They say I shot a man named gray and took his wife to italy,

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.

I cant help it if Im lucky.

 

People see me all the time and they just cant remember how to act

Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.

Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,

I couldnt believe after all these years, you didnt know me better than that

Sweet lady.

 

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,

Blowing down the backroads headin south.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

Youre an idiot, babe.

Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

 

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike

I havent known peace and quiet for so long I cant remember what its like.

Theres a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin out of a boxcar door,

You didnt know it, you didnt think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars

After losin every battle.

 

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin bout the way things sometimes are

Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin me see stars.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.

One day youll be in the ditch, flies buzzin around your eyes,

Blood on your saddle.

 

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,

Blowing through the curtains in your room.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

Youre an idiot, babe.

Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

 

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasnt enough to change my heart.

Now everythings a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,

Whats good is bad, whats bad is good, youll find out when you reach the top

Youre on the bottom.

 

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind

I cant remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes

Dont look into mine.

The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building

Burned.

I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime

Turned slowly into autumn.

 

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,

From the grand coulee dam to the capitol.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

Youre an idiot, babe.

Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

 

I cant feel you anymore, I cant even touch the books youve read

Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin I was somebody else instead.

Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,

I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory

And all your ragin glory.

 

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now Im finally free,

I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.

Youll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,

And Ill never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,

And it makes me feel so sorry.

 

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,

Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,

Were idiots, babe.

Its a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

 

 

 

Wow..

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QUOTE (theworkingman @ Jul 28 2009, 12:00 AM)
Someones got it in for me, theyre planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish theyd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named gray and took his wife to italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I cant help it if Im lucky.

People see me all the time and they just cant remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldnt believe after all these years, you didnt know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
Youre an idiot, babe.
Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I havent known peace and quiet for so long I cant remember what its like.
Theres a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin out of a boxcar door,
You didnt know it, you didnt think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day youll be in the ditch, flies buzzin around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
Youre an idiot, babe.
Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasnt enough to change my heart.
Now everythings a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
Whats good is bad, whats bad is good, youll find out when you reach the top
Youre on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I cant remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
Dont look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
Burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
Turned slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the grand coulee dam to the capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
Youre an idiot, babe.
Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I cant feel you anymore, I cant even touch the books youve read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now Im finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
Youll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And Ill never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
Were idiots, babe.
Its a wonder we can even feed ourselves.



Wow..

Yeah, wow sums it up succinctly.

 

Now ,where's the "Neil is a better lyricist than Dylan" thread? bolt.gif

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The latest chapter in Columbia/Legacy's highly acclaimed Bob Dylan Bootleg Series focuses on the legendary studio sessions that produced Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde On Blonde, the trilogy of album masterpieces which secured Dylan's reputation as a songwriter and performer of unprecedented depth, power and originality while significantly impacting the course of popular music and culture. All recordings included in The Cutting Edge 1965-1966: The Bootleg Series Vol. 12 are pristine transfers and mixed from the original studio tracking tapes.

 

Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/news/bob-dylan-cutting-edge-1965-1966-bootleg-series-vol-12#ixzz3mxmlJNeZ

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The latest chapter in Columbia/Legacy's highly acclaimed Bob Dylan Bootleg Series focuses on the legendary studio sessions that produced Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde On Blonde, the trilogy of album masterpieces which secured Dylan's reputation as a songwriter and performer of unprecedented depth, power and originality while significantly impacting the course of popular music and culture. All recordings included in The Cutting Edge 1965-1966: The Bootleg Series Vol. 12 are pristine transfers and mixed from the original studio tracking tapes.

 

Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/news/bob-dylan-cutting-edge-1965-1966-bootleg-series-vol-12#ixzz3mxmlJNeZ

 

Yum!!

 

There seems to be no end to the depth and breadth of new releases of old material.

 

But it looks so good...

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The latest chapter in Columbia/Legacy's highly acclaimed Bob Dylan Bootleg Series focuses on the legendary studio sessions that produced Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde On Blonde, the trilogy of album masterpieces which secured Dylan's reputation as a songwriter and performer of unprecedented depth, power and originality while significantly impacting the course of popular music and culture. All recordings included in The Cutting Edge 1965-1966: The Bootleg Series Vol. 12 are pristine transfers and mixed from the original studio tracking tapes.

 

Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/news/bob-dylan-cutting-edge-1965-1966-bootleg-series-vol-12#ixzz3mxmlJNeZ

 

Yum!!

 

There seems to be no end to the depth and breadth of new releases of old material.

 

But it looks so good...

 

I agree.

 

The skeptic in me automatically thinks "cash grab".

 

Then when they are released, each one is better than the next.

 

I love this era and can't wait...long list for Santa this year.

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