Bob Dylan - like a rolling stone

Bob Dylan 1941-...  ( 75 ans ) 


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Bob Dylan - Things have changed

Things Have Changed

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes
I’m looking up into the sapphire-tinted skies
I’m well dressed, waiting on the last train
Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
This place ain’t doing me any good
I’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove
Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I’ve been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can’t win with a losing hand
Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I hurt easy, I just don’t show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me
Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I’m not that eager to make a mistake
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

Bob Dylan - Lay Lady Lay - lyrics

Bob Dylan - Lay Lady Lay - 1969 - on his Nashville Skyline album

pour une traduction des chansons de Bob dylan en français

http://www.bobdylan-fr.com/

Bryan Ferry - 6. Positively 4th Street - Dylanesque DVD

Bryan Ferry -  Positively 4th Street - Dylanesque 

une magnifique chanson de Bob Dylan (1965)

 interprétée par Brian Ferry

texte en anglais et traduction en français avec des explications sur l'origine de cette chanson

http://www.bobdylan-fr.com/trad/positively4thstreet.html

Bob Dylan Knocking on Heaven's Door

Knocking on Heaven's Door de Bob Dylan

Knockin' on Heaven's Door est une chanson de Bob Dylan. Elle est parue en 1973 sur l'album Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid, bande originale du film du même nom, réalisé par Sam Peckinpah, dans lequel Bob Dylan interprète un personnage énigmatique, « Alias ».

C'est une chanson triste et mélancolique, qui intervient dans le film quand meurt un shérif ou l'un de ses adjoints (d'où le sens des paroles, et le « badge » qui désigne en fait l'étoile du shérif). Le refrain est fameux : Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door repris (environ quatre fois).

Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Bob Dylan Like a rolling stones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5IOKhCdrII&NR=1

un peu de vocabulaire (pour la traduction):
in your prime: dans vos plus beaux jours
bum:clochard,clodo
to hang about:(=loiter) traîner
he did it for kicks:il l'a fait pour se marrer ou pour rigoler
to scrounge:réusir à se faire offrir
to scrounge money from sb:taper qq
steeple:clocher,flèche
to pawn:mettre en gage ou au mont de piété

Like A Rolling Stone (Version Originale)

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all, kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get, juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you, realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
Ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Oh, you never turned around
To see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel
How does it feel
Hang on your own
No direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Oh, Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinking thinking that they, got it made
Exchanging all of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?