Bob Dylan compie oggi 83 anni, ecco le più belle ballate del menestrello che ha attraversato le epoche

La maggior parte delle sue canzoni più conosciute risale agli anni sessanta, quando l'artista si è posto come figura chiave del movimento di protesta americano.

Bob Dylan compie oggi 83 anni, ecco le più belle ballate del menestrello che ha attraversato le epoche
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24 Maggio 2024 - 09.34


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Conosciuto ai più come musicista Bob Dylan è anche uno scrittore, poeta, pittore, attore e conduttore radiofonico. La sua capacità di creare un nuovo linguaggio poetico gli è valso il Nobel per la Letteratura nel 2016. La maggior parte delle sue canzoni più conosciute risalgono agli anni sessanta quando l’artista si è posto come figura chiave del movimento di protesta americano. Nella sua lunga carriera  ha  toccato molti generi musicali diversi come folk, country blues, gospel, rock and roll, rockabilly, jazz e swing, e anche musica popolare inglese, scozzese ed irlandese.

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Di seguito le sue ballate più belle

Mama, take this badge off of me

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can’t use it anymore.

gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see

feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.

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Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

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Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

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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

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Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

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How many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have

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Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?

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The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist

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Before it’s washed to the sea?

Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist

Before they’re allowed to be free?

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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,

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The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

May God bless and keep you always,

May your wishes all come true,

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May you always do for others

And let others do for you.

May you build a ladder to the stars

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And climb on every rung,

May you stay forever young,

Forever young, forever young,

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May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,

May you grow up to be true,

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May you always know the truth

And see the lights surrounding you.

May you always be courageous,

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Stand upright and be strong,

May you stay forever young,

Forever young, forever young,

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May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,

May your feet always be swift,

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May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift.

May your heart always be joyful,

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May your song always be sung,

May you stay forever young,

Forever young, forever young,

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May you stay forever young.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?

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People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’

You thought they were all kidding you

You used to laugh about

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Everybody that was hanging out

Now you don’t talk so loud

Now you don’t seem so proud

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About having to be scrounging your next meal

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be without a home

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Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

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Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street

And now you’re gonna have to get used to it

You say you never compromise

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With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He’s not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

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And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

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A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns

On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you

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You never understood that it ain’t no good

You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat

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Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain’t it hard when you discovered that

He really wasn’t where it’s at

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After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To have on your own, with no direction home

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Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people

They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made

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Exchanging all precious gifts

But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

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At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him he calls you, you can’t refuse

When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose

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You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

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Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.

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She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,

Cries out, “My God, they killed them all!”

Here comes the story of the Hurricane,

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The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin’ that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

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The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see

And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously.

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“I didn’t do it,” he says, and he throws up his hands

“I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand.

I saw them leavin’,” he says, and he stops

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“One of us had better call up the cops.”

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’

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In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around.

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Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

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Just like the time before and the time before that.

In Paterson that’s just the way things go.

If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street

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‘Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around

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He said, “I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.”

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.

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Cop said, “Wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead”

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

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They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in,

Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.

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The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye

Says, “Wha’d you bring him in here for? He ain’t the guy!”

Yes, here’s the story of the Hurricane,

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The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin’ that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

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The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,

Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name

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While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame.

“Remember that murder that happened in a bar?”

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“Remember you said you saw the getaway car?”

“You think you’d like to play ball with the law?”

“Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?”

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“Don’t forget that you are white.”

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “I’m really not sure.”

Cops said, “A poor boy like you could use a break

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We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello

Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.

You’ll be doin’ society a favor.

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That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver.

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

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He ain’t no Gentleman Jim.”

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much.

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It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay

And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

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Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail.

But then they took him to the jailhouse

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Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.

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The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.

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No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.

And though they could not produce the gun,

The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

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And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.

The crime was murder “one,” guess who testified?

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Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.

How can the life of such a man

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Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?

To see him obviously framed

Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

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Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

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While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell.

That’s the story of the Hurricane,

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But it won’t be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he’s done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

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The champion of the world.

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