Bob Dylan wins Nobel Prize for Literature
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grober
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knock-knock-knockin-on-nobels-door
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/29/opinion/sunday/knock-knock-knockin-on-nobels-door.html?_r=0
At least with Dylan he's someone whose "oeuvre" I have a nodding acquaintance with.--- Unlike most Nobel Laureates for literature who I have never heard of!
"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/29/opinion/sunday/knock-knock-knockin-on-nobels-door.html?_r=0
At least with Dylan he's someone whose "oeuvre" I have a nodding acquaintance with.--- Unlike most Nobel Laureates for literature who I have never heard of!
"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
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jotter22
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What ever next ..Maybe Willie Nelson will win one for singing in tune?
Tony.
Tony.
grober
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This might help---or not?
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Wheelsnuts
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He writes better than he sings I suppose.
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Why not?
Dizzie Rascal will probably win for 'Bonkers' eventually.
Dizzie Rascal will probably win for 'Bonkers' eventually.
grober
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Mr Zimmerman was never very great on the "vocals". Tis rumoured he changed his name in honour of the great Welsh Poet Dylan Thomas.
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Re: the Thomas thing, that's my understanding too.
I don't object to his vocal delivery, having said that I can listen to Billy Bragg too.
Plus, of course, he was a tidy front man for The Band for a while.
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Dylan is a fabulous wordsmith - he just happens to surround his words with superb music.
It's alright by me.
It's alright by me
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Paul Simon knocks him into a cocked hat.
Lyrically, musically and he can sing
Lyrically, musically and he can sing
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Simon is a fabulous wordsmith - he just happens to surround his words with superb music.
He's alright by me .
He's alright by me .
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Come on now guys Art Garfunkel needs a mention!
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From Wiki:
Several critics have acclaimed "Visions of Johanna" as one of Dylan's highest achievements in writing, praising the allusiveness and subtlety of the language. Rolling Stone included "Visions of Johanna" on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. In 1999, Sir Andrew Motion, poet laureate of the UK, listed it as his candidate for the greatest song lyric ever written.
Several critics have acclaimed "Visions of Johanna" as one of Dylan's highest achievements in writing, praising the allusiveness and subtlety of the language. Rolling Stone included "Visions of Johanna" on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. In 1999, Sir Andrew Motion, poet laureate of the UK, listed it as his candidate for the greatest song lyric ever written.
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Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”
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Hi Ken!
Do you want to go for a ride?
Sure Ken
Jump in
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
I'm a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamor in pink
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky
You can touch
you can play
if you say "I'm always yours"
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life… Full lyrics on Google Play Music
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Is it me or is this getting silly?
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For balance:
"Bodies"
She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was case of insanity
Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree
She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent her letters from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrace
Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal
Dragged on a table in factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body screaming ****ing bloody mess
Not an animal
It's an abortion
Body! I'm not animal
Mummy! I'm not an abortion
[Spoken]
Throbbing squirm,
gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm
**** this and **** that
**** it all and **** a ****ing brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, an abortion
Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal.....
I'm not an abortion.....
Mummy! UGH!
"Bodies"
She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was case of insanity
Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree
She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent her letters from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrace
Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal
Dragged on a table in factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body screaming ****ing bloody mess
Not an animal
It's an abortion
Body! I'm not animal
Mummy! I'm not an abortion
[Spoken]
Throbbing squirm,
gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm
**** this and **** that
**** it all and **** a ****ing brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, an abortion
Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal.....
I'm not an abortion.....
Mummy! UGH!
grober
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An anecdote:- true or false I know not 
A mate of mine --- RIP who moved in the upper echelons of the London social sphere back in the day, told me this story one evening over several glasses of Glen Morangie his favorite tipple . A Harley Street ear nose and throat consultant of his acquaint was called out one evening on an emergency call to a well known major London Music Venue. Hurried into a dressing room he found one Art Garfunkle about to go on stage suffering from a bad case of strep throat. While ministering to said afflicted artist another shorter man burst into the dressing room F'ing and Blinding asking what the ---- was going on. One Paul Simon. The hatred in the room was palpable my mate's friend said. After said "artiste" left and the ENT man worked his magic Art went off to appear on stage to rapturous applause. As one of the back stage entourage who had witnessed the aforementioned altercation escorted the ENT man from the building he turned to his escort and raised his eyebrows in a silent question. Sensing his query the gopher simply said ITS FOR THE MONEY!
A mate of mine --- RIP who moved in the upper echelons of the London social sphere back in the day, told me this story one evening over several glasses of Glen Morangie his favorite tipple . A Harley Street ear nose and throat consultant of his acquaint was called out one evening on an emergency call to a well known major London Music Venue. Hurried into a dressing room he found one Art Garfunkle about to go on stage suffering from a bad case of strep throat. While ministering to said afflicted artist another shorter man burst into the dressing room F'ing and Blinding asking what the ---- was going on. One Paul Simon. The hatred in the room was palpable my mate's friend said. After said "artiste" left and the ENT man worked his magic Art went off to appear on stage to rapturous applause. As one of the back stage entourage who had witnessed the aforementioned altercation escorted the ENT man from the building he turned to his escort and raised his eyebrows in a silent question. Sensing his query the gopher simply said ITS FOR THE MONEY!
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