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Springsteen on Dylan

Bob Dylan is the father of my country. Highway 61 Revisited and Bringing It All Back Home were not only great records, but they were the first time I can remember being exposed to a truthful vision of the place I lived. The darkness and light were all there, the veil of illusion and deception ripped aside. He put his boot on the stultifying politeness and daily routine that covered corruption and decay. The world he described was all on view, in my little town, and spread out over the television that beamed into our isolated homes, but it went uncommented on and silently tolerated. He inspired me and gave me hope. He asked the questions everyone else was too frightened to ask, especially to a fifteen-year-old: “How does it feel… to be on your own?” A seismic gap had opened up between generations and you suddenly felt orphaned, abandoned amid the flow of history, your compass spinning, internally homeless. Bob pointed true north and served as a beacon to assist you in making your way through the new wilderness America had become. He planted a flag, wrote the songs, sang the words that were essential to the times, to the emotional and spiritual survival of so many young Americans at that moment.

I had the opportunity to sing “The Times They Are A-Changin’ ” for Bob when he received the Kennedy Center Honors. We were alone together for a brief moment walking down a back stairwell when he thanked me for being there and said, “If there’s anything I can ever do for you…” I thought, “Are you kidding me?” and answered, “It’s already been done.”

in 'Born To Run', Bruce Springsteen

Things Have Changed

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes
I’m looking up into the sapphire-tinted skies
I’m well dressed, waiting on the last train

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose

People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ain’t doing me any good
I’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove

Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through

People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I’ve been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can’t win with a losing hand

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street

People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I hurt easy, I just don’t show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I’m not that eager to make a mistake

People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range

Presente atrasado para Bob Dylan.


Bill Frisell numa cover do aniversariante incluída no álbum East/West, a saber, "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall". Ao vivo no Village Vanguard onde o vi, não tocou esta, mas aqui fica, só porque o The Tree of Life também me lembrou esta canção. Já tinha publicado a letra aqui, aliás acompanhada do brilhante poema "This Side of Truth" de Dylan Thomas. Outro Dylan poeta e aquele verso maravilhoso, "In the blinding country of youth" que tão bem responde ao "Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?", igualmente brilhante, do senhor Zimmerman.

Bruce Davidson.

O novo clip de Bob Dylan, estreado em exclusivo na Amazon foi feito a partir das fotografias de Bruce Davidson. É também dele, a fotografia que está na capa do album, "Together Through Life" (aqui ao lado). A voz do Dylan está a enrouquecer como a do Waits, mas o Rock'n'Roll continua lá.

O que me interessa para este post, contudo, são as fotos que Davidson tirou há coisa de cinquenta anos, para a série "Brooklyn Gang". Lembram-me em parte o "West Side Story", o que só pode ser uma coisa boa, mas apresentam também uma visão intemporal da irrequietude da adolescência, mais ou menos na altura em que a sua invenção se consolidava na nossa sociedade.

São fotos de um gang chamado "The Jokers", no seu dia a dia. Vale a pena ver algumas no site da Magnum, onde poderão eventualmente ser licenciadas para uso profissional, mas ficam já três aqui abaixo.