[New-Poetry] Re: Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan

Anny Ballardini anny.ballardini at tin.it
Sat May 24 09:36:26 EDT 2008


Just like a woman

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueGuzmotwaI&feature=related
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  From: David Graham 
  To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &Views 
  Sent: Saturday, May 24, 2008 3:25 PM
  Subject: [New-Poetry] Re: Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan


  She Belongs to Me

  She's got everything she needs,
  She's an artist, she don't look back.
  She's got everything she needs,
  She's an artist, she don't look back.
  She can take the dark out of the nighttime
  And paint the daytime black.

  You will start out standing
  Proud to steal her anything she sees.
  You will start out standing
  Proud to steal her anything she sees.
  But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
  Down upon your knees.

  She never stumbles,
  She's got no place to fall.
  She never stumbles,
  She's got no place to fall.
  She's nobody's child,
  The Law can't touch her at all.

  She wears an Egyptian ring
  That sparkles before she speaks.
  She wears an Egyptian ring
  That sparkles before she speaks.
  She's a hypnotist collector,
  You are a walking antique.

  Bow down to her on Sunday,
  Salute her when her birthday comes.
  Bow down to her on Sunday,
  Salute her when her birthday comes.
  For Halloween give her a trumpet
  And for Christmas, buy her a drum.

  --Bob Dylan


  Here's a live clip of him singing this song, from 1965, including a glimpse of none other than Allen Ginsberg before Dylan goes onstage.  A quite nice example of the early acoustic Dylan.




  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyofy3XGSyE



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  On May 24, 2008, at 7:55 AM, Jeff Newberry wrote:


    So today's Bob Dylan's birthday (with barely a mention in the Writer's Almanac!).  Why not celebrate by posting your favorite Dylan song?  Extra points for posting a link to where we can actually hear the song.

    Here's a current fave:

    Masters of War
    Bob Dylan

    Come you masters of war
    You that build all the guns
    You that build the death planes
    You that build the big 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 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
    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 o'er your grave
    'Til I'm sure that you're dead



    Jeff Newberry

    -- 
    "Why are you wearing that stupid *man* suit?"

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