Bob Dylan - The times they are chaning

Come gather 'round people

wherever you roam

and admit that the waters

around you have grown

and accept it that soon

you'll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

is worth savin'

then you better start swimmin'

or you'll sink like a stone

for the times they are a-changin'.

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'.

Come senators, congressmen

please heed the call

don't stand in the doorway

don't block up the hall

for he that gets hurt

will be he who has stalled

there's a battle outside

and it is ragin'.

It'll soon shake your windows

and rattle your walls

for the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

throughout the land

and don't criticize

what you can't understand

your sons and your daughters

are beyond your command

your old road is

rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one

if you can't lend your hand

for the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn

the curse it is cast

the slow one now

will later be fast

as the present now

will later be past

the order is

rapidly fadin'.

And the first one now

will later be last

for the times they are a-changin'.

Bob Dylan - Masters of war

                                                   Pearl Jam cantó la canción en su concierto de Boston el 24 de mayo de 2006, 

                                     el día de cumpleaños de Bob Dylan. La han versionado en más ocasiones, como ésta de 2004.

                                    Han grabado la canción para el concierto de celebración de los 30 años de la carrera de Dylan 

                                                                                            en Nueva York en 1993.

Come you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion'

As young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins.

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

That even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die

And your death'll come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave

'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Robert Allen Zimmerman, músico, cantante y poeta.  

Bob Dylan - Mr. Tambourine man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip

My toes too numb to step

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’

I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun

It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’

And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme

To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind

I wouldn’t pay it any mind

It’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Feliz cumpleaños,
viejo Bob.

Bob Dylan - de "Positively 4th Street"

Yes, I wish that for just one time

you could stand inside my shoes

you'd know what a drag it is

to see you.

Bob Dylan - Don´t think twice, It´s all right

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.

Bob Dylan - Every grain of sand

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other time it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Bob Dylan

Todavía no he escrito nada
que me haga dejar de escribir.

No he llegado al lugar
al que llegó Rimbaud
cuando decidió dejar de escribir
y se fue a vender armas a África.

Benjamín Prado - Mi vida se llama Bob Dylan

Hay senderos que son una respuesta al bosque,

hay palomas que mueven los mares de la luna,

hay palabras que corren por la piel como ríos,

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Hay huellas donde pueden leerse los desiertos

hay mujeres que sueñan con pirámides rojas,

hay canciones que tallan dioses en nuestro oído

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Hay jinetes que huyen con el sol en los ojos,

hay corazones tristes donde muere un océano,

hay caballos que agitan un polvo de otro mundo

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Hay hombres que transforman los sueños en dianas,

hay demonios ocultos en la hoja del cuchillo,

hay versos subterráneos en los papeles rotos

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Hay mañanas y noches

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Hay planetas y oxígeno

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Hay veranos e inviernos

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Porque existe Bob Dylan

hay fruta y hay leones.

Porque existe Bob Dylan

hay silencio y mercurio.

Porque existe Bob Dylan

hay antes y hay después.

Yo nunca he estado solo

porque existe Bob Dylan.

Bob Dylan - Blowin´ in the wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.