"Bob Dylan"
- Subterranean Homesick Blues
- Tangled Up in Blue
- Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
- Shelter from the Storm
- Forever Young
- Girl From the North Country
- Ballad of a Thin Man
"Bob Dylan"
Tin Angel
автор:
Bob Dylan
жанры: folk, rock
альбомы: Tempest
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It was late last night when the boss came home To a deserted mansion and a desolate throne Servant said: "Boss, the lady's gone She left this morning just 'fore dawn.""You got something to tell me, tell it to me, man Come to the point as straight as you can" "Old Henry Lee, chief of the clan Came riding through the woods and took her by the hand"The boss he lay back flat on his bed He cursed the heat and he clutched his head He pondered the future of his fate To wait another day would be far too late"Go fetch me my coat and my tie And the cheapest labor that money can buy Saddle me up my buckskin mare If you see me go by, put up a prayer"Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day Eastward, long down the broad highway His spirit was tired and his vision was bent His men deserted him and onward he wentHe came to a place where the light was dull His forehead pounding in his skull Heavy heart was racked with pain Insomnia raging in his brainWell, he threw down his helmet and his cross-handled sword He renounced his faith, he denied his Lord Crawled on his belly, put his ear to the wall One way or another put an end to it allHe leaned down, cut the electric wire Stared into the flames and he snorted the fire Peered through the darkness, caught a glimpse of the two It was hard to tell for certain who was whoHe lowered himself down on a golden chain His nerves were quaking in every vein His knuckles were bloody, he sucked in the air He ran his fingers through his greasy hairThey looked at each other and their glasses clinked One single unit, inseparably linked "Got a strange premonition there's a man close by" "Don't worry about him, he wouldn't harm a fly"From behind the curtain, the boss he crossed the floor He moved his feet and he bolted the door Shadows hiding the lines in his face With all the nobility of an ancient raceShe turned, she was startled with a look of surprise With a hatred that could hit the skies "You're a reckless fool, I could see it in your eyes To come this way was by no means wise""Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench And cover your face or suffer the consequence You are making my heart feel sick Put your clothes back on, double-quick""Silly boy, you think me a saint I'll listen no more to your words of complaint You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes""I'd have given you the stars and the planets, too But what good would these things do you? Bow the heart if not the knee Or never again this world you'll see""Oh, please let not your heart be cold This man is dearer to me than gold" "Oh, my dear, you must be blind He's a gutless ape with a worthless mind""You've had your way too long with me Now it's me who'll determine how things shall be" "Try to escape," he cussed and cursed 'You'll have to try to get past me first""Do not let your passion rule You think my heart the heart of a fool And you, sir, you can not deny You made a monkey of me, what and for why?""I'll have no more of this insulting chat The devil can have you, I'll see to that Look sharp or step aside Or in the cradle you'll wish you'd died"The gun went boom and the shot rang clear First bullet grazed his ear Second ball went right straight in And he bent in the middle like a twisted pinHe crawled to the corner and he lowered his head He gripped the chair and he grabbed the bed It would take more than needle and thread Bleeding from the mouth, he's as good as dead"You shot my husband down, you fiend" "Husband? What husband? What the hell do you mean? He was a man of strife, a man of sin I cut him down and I threw him to the wind"This she said with angry breath "You too shall meet the lord of death It was I who brought your soul to life" Then she raised her robe and she drew out a knifeHis face was hard and caked with sweat His arms ached and his hands were wet "You're a murderous queen and a bloody wife If you don't mind, I'll have the knife""We're two of a kind and our blood runs hot But we're no way similar in body or thought All husbands are good men, as all wives know" Then she pierced him to the heart and his blood did flowHis knees went limp and he reached for the door His tomb was sealed, he slid to the floor He whispered in her ear: "This is all your fault My fighting days have come to a halt"She touched his lips and kissed his cheek He tried to speak but his breath was weak "You died for me, now I'll die for you" She put the blade to her heart and she ran it throughAll three lovers together in a heap Thrown into the grave, forever to sleep Funeral torches blazed away Through the towns and the villages all night and all day
На непростой вопрос — как сделать так, чтобы твой тридцать пятый альбом отличался от предыдущих — 71-летний Боб Дилан отвечает по-стариковски мудро: никак. «Tempest» — это по большому счету все то же самое в который раз подряд: предельно архаический аккомпанемент, убедительно апеллирующий к вечным американским традициям, мелодия как архетип, длинные монотонные нарративы, песни-рассказы и песни-повести — титульная вещь, в частности, длится 14 минут, в последнем номере «Roll on John» Дилан, как пономарь, вспоминает старых и по преимуществу мертвых коллег, рядом с которыми некогда делал историю рок-н-ролла. Эта самая история тут по большому счету и есть предмет и материал; это песни, сухие и умные, как лицо старика, и беспрекословные, как музейный экспонат. Человеку со стороны трудно будет объяснить, зачем это вообще нужно слушать, и все же — дилановский мифогенный безостановочный сип завораживает по-настоящему; «Tempest» по большому счету есть веское доказательство, что великому барду не слишком нужна даже музыка — дыхание большой истории тут чувствуется и без нее.