You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch

While the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

While the 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 threatenin my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins

I'm curious what my fellow Dylan-lovers like. I myself am a big fan of 70s Dylan: of course Blood on the Tracks and Desire, but recently I have been enjoying New Morning a lot (except for If Dogs Run Free). From the 80s Infidels is just amazing and it would have been my sole favourite if Blind Willie McTell was on it. I also really enjoy the Bootleg albums Another Self Portrait and Springtime in New York.

Love how he sings every song so differently in every performance.

“Whoever digs a pit will fall into it, and a stone will come back on him who starts it rolling.” I hate analysing dylan lyrics with drugs or religion reference but this has a good case.

Zack Snyder directing a music video for My Chemical Romance for a Dylan song. Incredible threesome that

So I decided to make a quick list for my favorite 10 songs. I managed to come down to top 53.

Removed a few non original songs and a few that I loved but weren't top 10 worthy and the list is still 35 songs.

I can't do this, can someone help 😭

The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who've died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn't pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time.

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of those places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody is always sinking. Everyone seems to be from some very old Southern families. Either that or a foreigner. I like the way it is.

There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better. There's a thousand different angles at any moment. At any time you could run into a ritual honoring some vaguely known queen. Bluebloods, titled persons like crazy drunks, lean weakly against the walls and drag themselves through the gutter. Even they seem to have insights you might want to listen to. No action seems inappropriate here. The city is one very long poem. Gardens full of pansies, pink petunias, opiates. Flower-bedecked shrines, white myrtles, bougainvillea and purple oleander stimulate your senses, make you feel cool and clear inside.

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move. All that and a town square where public executions took place. In New Orleans you could almost see other dimensions. There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. Chronic melancholia hanging from the trees. You never get tired of it. After a while you start to feel like a ghost from one of the tombs, like you're in a wax museum below crimson clouds. Spirit empire. Wealthy empire. One of Napoleon's generals, Lallemaud, was said to have come here to check it out, looking for a place for his commander to seek refuge after Waterloo. He scouted around and left, said that here the devil is damned, just like everybody else, only worse. The devil comes here and sighs. New Orleans. Exquisite, old-fashioned. A great place to live vicariously. Nothing makes any difference and you never feel hurt, a great place to really hit on things. Somebody puts something in front of you here and you might as well drink it. Great place to be intimate or do nothing. A place to come and hope you'll get smart - to feed pigeons looking for handouts

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And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Has there ever been prose half as beautiful written for a song. [Mr Tambourine Man verse 4]

Sorry for no credit. Lmk if someone knows OP and I'll add a credit.

An article from 1964

Hi, just joined this sub and it made me think of this song: Avventura a durango, it's a cover of Dylan's song Romance in Durango made by Fabrizio de André(a famous italian songwriter), who translated it to italian and also used Neapolitan in place of the spanish lyrics.

I don't know if anyone here speaks italian but i thought it would be interesting to listen to it even not knowing the language.

An incredible performance of one of the most poetic songs ever. I can't pick my favorite Dylan song but this is as close as it gets.

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