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
People talk about Frank [Sinatra] all the time - and they should talk about Frank - but he had the greatest arrangers. They worked for him in a different kind of way than they worked for other people. They gave him arrangements that are just sublime on every level. And he, of course, could match that because he had this ability to get inside of the song in a sort of a conversational way. Frank sang to you, not at you, like so many pop singers today. Even singers of standards.
Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
Most kids have no faith in record labels anymore anyway,
I wish that for just one time / you could stand inside my shoes / and just for that one moment / I could be you. / Yes, I wish that for just one time / You could stand inside my shoes / You'd know what a drag it is / to see you.
It fell from a 10 story building and exploded in front of me.
I think he's one of the greatest songwriters of all time,'' Parton says.
Johnny was and is the North Star. You could guide your ship by him.
Johnny's in the basement, mixin' up the medicine...I'm on the pavement, thinkin' about the government.
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind
I beat Bob Dylan in a talent contest.
Businessmen they drink my wine, Plowmen dig my earth, But none of them along the line, Know what any of it is worth
Look out, kid, it's sumpin' ya did, God knows when, but you're doin' it again
She opened up a book of poems and handed it to me written by an Italian poet from the 13th century and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.