Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylanis an American singer-songwriter, artist and writer. He has been influential in popular music and culture for more than five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when his songs chronicled social unrest, although Dylan repudiated suggestions from journalists that he was a spokesman for his generation. Nevertheless, early songs such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'" became anthems for the American civil rights and anti-war movements. After he left...
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth24 May 1941
CityDuluth, MN
May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young,
Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall..
In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.
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Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong
If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.
Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn I courted her proudly but now she is gone Gone as the season she's taken
All the tired horses in the sun How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places.
Some things are too terrible to be true.
Well, I sing by night, wander by day. I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay.