el codido Dy Lincci

[NIK JAGER]

El argentino en cuestión es León Gieco, algo así como el Dylan local. Y en efecto, se refiere a Mr Robert Zimmermann.

GREGORIO QUE TEMA DE LEON GIEGO ES ??

[Gregorio]

Cucho, el tema es Ojo con los Orozco del álbum Orozco de 1997. En todo el tema León sólo canta palabras que tengan como única vocal la letra o, cosa que ya se ve desde el título. Es un tema un poco en joda, pero escondidas por ahí hay varias críticas a la situación argentina de ese momento.
Es muy saludable cuando Gieco hace esas cosas, critica pero a la vez agrega su cuota de humor, riéndose de los demás y de sí mismo.

Los Orozco son ocho hermanos, uno de ellos es el propio León que en el tema es Rodolfo Orozco, el más capo de todos según la letra. Entre sus triunfos está el haber tocado con ""Bob" y con "Pol" (por Mc Cartney). En el video cada uno de los 8 hermanos está representado por una figura importante del espectáculo local (actores y humoristas muy conocidos acá).

[SeNdEr]

y a los Stones?

[NIK JAGER]

y a los Stones?

tambien lo encontramos en la cartula de los stones que da nombre a este foro ( debe ser una buena pista asumo ) el banquete de los pordioseros ............esta en una pared de una gasolineria en california y dice boy dylan dreams .

los stones hicieron el cover de bob like a rolling stone y se basaron para la caratula del get yer yayas out de un tema de bob ...........

[Gregorio]

Dos referencias más de Lennon a Dylan
Primero la letra de la canción de la Plastic Ono Band Give Peace a Chance:
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
(Written by John Lennon / Paul McCartney)
John Lennon y la Plastic Ono Band - 1969


Everybody is talking about blagism
Shagism, dragism and madism
Ragism and tagism bob tailing
Thisism, thatism, ism, ism, ism
George Chisolm, yes

All we are saying
Is give peace a chance
All we are saying
Is give peace a chance

Everybody's talking about ministers
Sinisters, banisters, canisters
Roger Bannisters, bishops, bishops
Bishop Auckland, rabbis, Popeyes, bye-byes
Max Bygraves and everybody else

All we are saying
Is give peace a chance
All we are saying
Is give peace a chance

Everybody's talking about revolution
Evolution, The Everly Brothers, mastication
Euston Station, fladulation, flatulation
Regulations, integration, mediation
United Nations, congratulations

All we are saying
Is give peace a chance
All we are saying
Is give peace a chance

Everybody in the Soviet Union, unite
Go down to the shops and talk about John and Yoko
Timothy Leary, Barbara Windsor, Yoko Ono, Madonna
Bobby Dylan, Bobby Charlton, Eddie Charlton
Tommy Cooper and the Amazing Horseradish Dancers
Derek Baker, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg and the Hare Krishna Three

All we are saying
Is give peace a chance
All we are saying
Is give peace a chance

Everybody's talking about gagism, tagism
Shagism, dragism, madism
Ragism, tagism, botulism, thisism, thatism
Listen to this

Everybody's talking about ministers
Sinisters, banisters, canisters
Bishops, bishops, Bishop's Avenue
Why not talk about Bishop's Avenue
I've got a lovely house on Bishop's Avenue

Everybody's talking about Popeye, Olive Oyl
Everybody, everybody, everybody, Mrs. Jean Schnook
Twenty Three Chepstow Villas
Because they are the next contestant on "Make a B-Side"

All we are saying
Is give peace a chance
All we are saying
Is give peace a chance

La otra es cuando Dylan atravesaba su período cristiano (1979-1980) y lanzo la canción You Gotta Serve Somebody. Lennon atravesaba un estado de ánimo similar al de 10 años atras (la época de God) y grabó la cancion Serve Yourself en respuesta (sólo encontrable en bootlegs y el Anthology de Lennon)

Girl From The North Country
(Dylan)

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Otra cancion de ylan tambien cantada por los Stones

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Bob Dylan 's Dream



 
 
While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

como se querra que le puso ese titulo como si bob dylan fuera distinto a robert zimmerman .

[NIK JAGER]

Bob Dylan's 115 dream


I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline"
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea

"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons

Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into line
Sayin', "I hope that I'm not late"
When I realized I hadn't eaten
For five days straight

I went into a restaurant
Lookin' for the cook
I told them I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that crepe"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin' fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again

Well, I rapped upon a house
With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way"
The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop

I ran right outside
And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Englishman said, "Fab"
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And the man asked me who I was

I repeated that my friends
Were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, "Call me if they die"
I shook his hand and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line

Well, by this time I was fed up
At tryin' to make a stab
At bringin' back any help
For my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship

Well, I got back and took
The parkin' ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, "Captain Kidd"
They believed me but
They wanted to know
What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was employed
They let me go right away
They were very paranoid

Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin'
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, "Good luck."

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Bob Dylan's, Blues


Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tol' 'em
That I was doin' fine

Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm lovin'
And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too
Right now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me

Well, lookit here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes!

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Bob Dylan New Orlenas Rag


I was sittin' on a stump
Down in New Orleans,
I was feelin' kinda low down,
Dirty and mean.
Along came a fella
And he didn't even ask.
He says, "I know of a woman
That can fix you up fast."
I didn't think twice,
I said like I should,
"Let's go find this lady
That can do me some good."
We walked across the river
On a sailin' spree
And we came to a door
Called one-oh-three.

I was just about ready
To give it a little knock
When out comes a fella
Who couldn't even walk.
He's linkin' and a-slinkin',
Couldn't stand on his feet,
And he moaned and he groaned
And he shuffled down the street.
Well, out of the door
There comes another man.
He wiggled and he wobbled,
He couldn't hardly stand.
He had this frightened
Look in his eyes,
Like he just fought a bear,
He was ready to die.

Well, I peeked through the key crack,
Comin' down the hall
Was a long-legged man
Who couldn't hardly crawl.
He muttered and he uttered
In broken French,
And he looked like he'd been through
A monkey wrench.

Well, by this time
I was a-scared to knock,
I was a-scared to move,
I's in a state of shock.
I hummed a little tune
And I shuffled my feet
And I started walkin' backwards
Down that broad street.
Well, I got to the corner,
I tried my best to smile.
I turned around the corner
And I ran a bloody mile.
Man, I wasn't runnin'
'Cause I was sick,
I was just a-runnin'
To get out of there quick.

Well, I tripped right along
And I'm a-wheezin' in my chest.
I musta run a mile
In a minute or less.
I walked on a log
And I tripped on a stump,
I caught a fast freight
With a one-arm jump.
So, if you're travelin' down
Louisiana way,
And you feel kinda lonesome
And you need a place to stay,
Man, you're better off
In your misery
Than to tackle that lady
At one-oh-three.

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REPLACEMENTS


 Like A Rolling Pin

Hey, Bob, c'mon in here and play the guitar
Like a rolling pin

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
Threw the 'Mats a dime in your prime
Didn't you?
People call, you say beware doll
You're bound to fall, but we been fallin' through

You used to laugh a lot
At everybody that was hanging...out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
'Bout having to be scrounging, well, your next meal

How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling pin!

People call and say beware doll
But y'know you only get juiced in it
Nobody taught you how to live on sixty dollars for three days
But you're gonna get used to it

You used to laugh a lot
I used to laugh a lot
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on our own, with no direction home
Like a rolling stone



buen tema ojo

[ChrisStone]

el nuevo tema de mi banda que vamos a grabar en unos dias...que dice Dylan like a rolling stone y su highway 61..... :oops:  :oops:  :oops:

el tema esta bueno...luego que lo grabe se los hago escuchar :oops:  :oops:  :cry:

[NIK JAGER]

que buena cris
graba love minus zero tambien
ayer estuvo mariane en el estreno del codigo da vinci en cannes y pensar que brian estuvo con anita hace 40 años .ahi .............. como cambia todo en este mundo . mariane en la red carpet y no la de gimmie shelter exactamente
saludos  

Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way

War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away........................

[JUANPABLOS87]

Tan joven y tan viejo (Joaquin Sabina)

Lo primero que quise
fue marcharme bien lejos
en el album de cromos
de la resignación

pegabamos los niños
que odiaban los espejos
guantes de Rita Hayworth,
calles de Nueva York.

Apenas vi que un ojo
me guiñaba la vida
le pedi que a su antojo
dispusiera de mi,

ella me dió las llaves
de la ciudad prohibida
yo, todo lo que tengo,
que es nada, se lo di.

Asi creci volando
y volé tan deprisa
que hasta mi propia sombra
de vista me perdió,
para borrar mis huellas
destrocé mi camisa,
confundi con estrellas
las luces de neón.

Hice trampas al póker,
defraudé a mis amigos,
sobre el banco de un parque
dormi como un lirón,

por decir lo que pienso
sin pensar lo que digo
mas de un beso me dieron
y mas de un bofetón.

Lo que sé del olvido
lo aprendi de la luna,
lo que sé del pecado
lo tuve que buscar

como un ladrón debajo
de la falda de alguna
de cuyo nombre ahora
no me quiero acordar.

Asi que, de momento,
nada de adiós muchachos,
me duermo en los entierros
de mi generación,

cada noche me invento,
todavia me emborracho,
tan joven y tan viejo,
like a Rolling Stone..."

[JUANPABLOS87]

Otra de Sabina: no puedo enamorarme de ti...
La musica es igualita igualita a Knockin' on heaven's door