"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"
Narrow Way
автор:
Bob Dylan
жанры: folk, rock
альбомы: Tempest
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I'm gonna walk across the desert, 'til I'm in my right mind. I won't even thing about, what I left behind Nothing back there anyway, that I can call my own Go back home, leave me alone It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayEver since the British, burned the White House down There's a bleeding wound, in the heart of town I saw you drinking, from an empty cup I saw you buried, and I saw you dug up It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayLook down angel, from the skies Help my, weary soul to rise I kissed her cheek, I dragged your plow You broke my heart, I was your friend 'til now It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayIn the courtyard, of the golden sun You stand and fight, or you break and run You went and lost, your lovely head For a drink of wine, and a crust of bread It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayWe neutered and we plundered, on distant shores Why is my share, not equal to yours Your father left you, your mother too Even death has, washed it's hands of you It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayThis is hard country, to stay alive in Blades are everywhere, and they're breaking my skin I'm armed to the hilt, and I'm struggling hard You won't get out, of here unscarred It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayYou got too many lovers, waiting at the wall About a thousand tons, I couldn't count them all Yesterday, I could've thrown them all in the sea Today, even one, may be too much for me It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayCan't walk them baby, you could do no wrong Put your arms around me, where they belong I won't take you under, for the ghost to lie Lay my hands all over ya, tie you to my side It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayI've got a heavy stacked woman, with a smile on her face And she has crowned, my soul with grace I'm still hurting from an arrow, that pierced my chest I'm gonna have to take my head, and bury it between your breasts It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayBeen dark all night, but now it's dawn The moving finger, is moving on You can guard me, while I sleep Piss away, the tears I weep It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me somedayI love women, and she loves men We've been to the west, and we going back again I heard a voice, at the dusk of day Saying, "Be gentle brother, be gentle and pray" It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday
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.