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He has every literary device in his songs: character, narrative, style. So every time I see one of these terrible gun shootings, I think of that. Dylan was a big influence for me. He opened up this incredible, imaginary world. It sounded so beautiful, so free. I see a whole range of female characters in his music from goddesses and queens and women revered and then also women used, abused.

I would love it if other songwriters who had a similar literary bent could win the Nobel prize. Like Lucinda Williams. She has a literary dimension to her work that elevates the form out of just being a pop song to something with so much more depth. My mum and dad were fans, so his albums have been with me through the years, as I was turning from a child into an adult. Performance poetry can work in a similar way, but on paper it might not have the same strength.

There have been so many profound writers through time who could transcend lyric, music and voice into a different form. And he does that sort of thing all the time. I think Todd Haynes said something like Bob Dylan is there when you need him. When I had the eureka Dylan moment it was because he symbolised someone who was just trying to be honest in his work and let that take him, move him, transform him.

His integrity as an artist is very inspiring. I admire anyone who tries to make art directly about a topical situation, to transform it into something poetic. I started drawing him around and made some still lives. I made an artist book using my pictures of him. I think him winning this prize makes a lot of sense. I would have thought in we would be a bit beyond finding this strange, but perhaps Donald Trump is bringing all Americans down in the eyes of the world.

Anyway, like David Bowie, Bob Dylan defies any kind of label. I spent a long time thinking about them and they remained with me for years. Though I have to admit to often mishearing songs and making the words my own. Dylan totally deserves this. I was never much one for poetry but for lyrics, completely. I was 19 and it probably gave me my first real thoughts about civil rights and about war.

It was hugely important. And such a massive amount of words. How could he have found so many words? When there are political events, people are still singing his old protest songs. As a guitar player some of the first songs I learned were his because he can write a song with just three chords.

He does that so well: he tells stories and you believe them straight away. The little pointy face, so white it is almost blue in the spotlight, is shadowed by a baroque mound of curls. His gestures are harsh, angular and sketchy — insolent, asexual, frequently reminiscent of those of the Scarlet Hex Witch of the comic books. He seems at times to be sending up the overtly sexual writhings of the English pop stars of the new wave ie Jagger.

Bang, bang, drums, organ, amplified guitar. Maybe this is part of the plot. Thus Bob Dylan, erstwhile Wonder Kid of Protest, demonstrated to packed and baffled theatres up and down the British Isles that he is approaching an artistic maturity of a most unexpected kind. And this predicament might be solved just by singing them. It was a comfort. People like comforts. Dylan is no longer comfortable.

His singing is exceedingly stylised. He never hits a note true. He chews vowels like ju-jubes. But what matters most is the songs. Which now have a tough urgency, a strained sense of critical involvement with 20th-century America and a kind of moral satire that is akin to Dean Swift and William Burroughs. The best of the songs on his latest all-electric LP, Highway 61 Revisited , songs such as Like a Rolling Stone and Ballad of a Thin Man, have a mature savagery and a scary kind of wit that is new and extraordinary in music of mass appeal.

He has become a prophet of chaos and those who once accepted him as a blue-denim Messiah of a Brotherhood future once the times had changed may sense a personal betrayal.

If not, then not. He attempted to pacify the old fans by doing the first half of his concerts in this country with acoustic guitar and mouth organ. As a matter of fact, Desolation Row sounds pretty silly without a beat backing and he seemed curiously apathetic and a bit lonely, all by himself on stage.

At Cardiff, the audience greeted the opening lines of Mr Tambourine Man with relieved recognition and a round of applause; he did not even give a thin smile in return but threw the song away as if he wished he could throw his harmonica after it.

No introductions, no nothing. He scrambled through the troubadour of song bit. He began to jerk into life when the group came on in the second half and the noise bit began. This Dylan is clanging and vulgar, neon and plastic and, at the same time, blackly, bleakly romantic. And exhilarating, akin to reading The Dunciad or a strip cartoon version of Wuthering Heights while riding a roller coaster. Dylan is a phenomenon.

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The Top 10 Best Bob Dylan Songs About Women

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Indeed, he once confessed that the first thing he ever wrote was a one-chord tribute to Brigitte Bardot. Here are 10 ageless and more considered examples of Dylan as distaff diarist. This elegantly mournful ballad veers from devotion to despair, Dylan addressing his wife with a raw vulnerability.

It's been raining in the trenches all day long Dripping down to my clothes My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose Searching for the truth the way god designed it The truth is I might drown before I find it. I've had my eyes on you baby for about five long years You probably don't know me at all But I have seen your laughter and tears Now you don't frighten me, my heart is jumping And you look like it wouldn't hurt You none to have a man who could give ya something. Well I need a woman, oh don't I Need a woman, bring it home safe at last Seen you turn the corner Seen your bootheels spark Seen you in the daylight And watched you in the dark And I want you to be that woman, all right Be that woman every night. Well, if you believe in something long enough You just naturally come to think it's true There ain't no wall you can't cross over Ain't no fire you can't walk through Well, believing is all right Just don't let the wrong people know what it's all about They might put the evil eye on you Use their hidden powers to try to turn you out. Bob Dylan.

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He obviously changed them quite a bit when recording the track, but I like to offer both in order to explore the contrast. His words go in all directions. It was very hard to do that. It was all the same to him. I appreciated that a lot. Bob Dylan himself had radically changed the lyrics of the song during the recording sessions, but presumably was never quite happy with how it all worked out. The song was never released, nor was it ever performed in concert. What amuses me in listening to this song while looking at the official lyrics is thinking of the backup singers trying to follow him with bewilderment. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account.

Need a Woman

GaRaJ rehberini inceleyin. Bilgi al Partner ol. It's been raining in the trenches all day long, dripping down to my clothes, My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose. Searching for the truth the way God designed it, The truth is I might drown before I find it. Well I need a woman, yes I do Need a woman, yes I do.

Searching for the truth the way God designed it, The truth is I might drown before I find it.

Musically the fun in this song comes with the changing rhythms and line lengths, but for me that is really what it is — a bit of fun playing about with rhythms and line lengths. The melody is fine without being stunning, and certainly is not revolutionary. If we had had CDs in those days presumably the extra time available would have meant it would have been included in the final version; but then we are all controlled by the technology we use.

Bob Dylan - Need a Woman Lyrics

It's been raining in the trenches all day long, dripping down to my clothes, My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose. Searching for the truth the way God designed it, The truth is I might drown before I find it. Well I need a woman, yes I do Need a woman, yes I do. Someone who can see me as I am, Somebody who just don't give a damn.

It's been raining in the trenches all day long, dripping down to my clothes, My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose. Searching for the truth the way God designed it, The truth is I might drown before I find it. Well I need a woman, yes I do Need a woman, yes I do. Someone who can see me as I am, Somebody who just don't give a damn. And I want you to be that woman every night, Be that woman.

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He has every literary device in his songs: character, narrative, style. So every time I see one of these terrible gun shootings, I think of that. Dylan was a big influence for me. He opened up this incredible, imaginary world. It sounded so beautiful, so free.

by Bob Dylan It's been raining in the trenches all day long, dripping down to my clothes, My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose. Searching for the.

In the album notes of his compilation, Biograph , Dylan claimed that he wrote the lyrics of this song in Kansas City on Thanksgiving Day, November 25, , while on tour. Dylan was initially unsure what the person described in the song does that is just like a woman, rejecting "shakes", "wakes", and "makes mistakes". The improvisational spirit extends to the band attempting, in their fourth take, a "weird, double-time version", somewhere between Jamaican ska and Bo Diddley. Clinton Heylin has analyzed successive drafts of the song from the so-called Blonde On Blonde papers, papers that Heylin believes were either left behind by Dylan or stolen from his Nashville hotel room. There is no trace of the chorus of the song.

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