Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylanis an American singer-songwriter, artist and writer. He has been influential in popular music and culture for more than five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when his songs chronicled social unrest, although Dylan repudiated suggestions from journalists that he was a spokesman for his generation. Nevertheless, early songs such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'" became anthems for the American civil rights and anti-war movements. After he left...
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth24 May 1941
CityDuluth, MN
every pleasure's got an edge of pain, pay your ticket and don't complain
The "joker" here ["All Along the Watchtower" ] is the older [Bob] Dylan himself, whining about exploitation, and the thief's rejoinder re-contextualizes the earlier critique into the religious frames that would become more prominent as time went on.
May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong, may you stay forever young.
The times they are a-changing.
My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.
The corporations have taken over. Even in the recording studio. Actually, the corporate companies have taken over American life most everywhere. Go coast to coast and you will see people wearing the same clothes, thinking the same thoughts, eating the same food. Everything is processed.
It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?
An artist has got to be constantly in a state of becoming.
Got no religion. Tried a bunch of different religions. The churches are divided. Can't make up their minds and neither can I.
You say you've lost your faith But that's not where it's at You have no faith to lose and you know it
The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.
If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?
the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keeping on
Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape