Dylan started his musical odyssey in 1959 when he began playing in Dinkytown, Minneapolis while attending the University of Minnesota. Shortly after starting to play he changed his stage name to Bob Dylan, after being influenced by the poetry of Dylan Thomas before legally changing his name in 1962.
Much of his best known work is from the 1960s, when he became an informal documentarian and reluctant figurehead of American unrest, promoted by Joan Baez. Some of his songs, such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are A-Changin'", became anthems of the anti-war and civil rights movements, with Joan Baez and Dylan singing together at the March on Washington in 1963. However he later became disenchanted with the civil liberty protest scene, feeling that he had been used by them.
His album Bringing It All Back Home marked a move away from the folk scene and a move towards rock and roll and Dylan began to consciously distance himself from his early association with civil rights. He also started to become irritated when being interviewed, often given facetious or irreverent answers to questions. Bringing It All Back Home was a controversial album as it the first on which he played electric guitar. This was seen by some of his fans as a betrayal of this folk roots, with some saying that it obscured his meaningful and poetic lyrics.
The second half of the 1960s was marked by a string of well received releases, with his song "Like a Rolling Stone", released in July of 1965, later being named "The Greatest Song of All Time" by Rolling Stone magazine in 2004, placing #1 in a list of 500 titles. It also marked the formation of Dylan's backing band The Hawks (who would later call themselves simply The Band). Dylan embarked on a world tour of Australia and Europe in 1966, during which he seemed to be under a lot of strain and pressure by both his fans, the music press and his own promoters. Dylan himself admitted that he began taking drugs seriously whilst on this tour, and found it immensely hard work. On returning to New York he crashed his motorbike, sustaining serious injuries in the process, and went into a period of withdrawal while he recuperated. During the late 1960s, Dylan again changed stylistic tradition, moving away from the psychedelic culture of the time. It was then that he recorded All Along the Watchtower, perhaps more famously recorded by Jimi Hendrix.
The 1970s were a period during which Dylan was more sporadic in his output, releasing some poorly received LPs. He rarely appeared in person until 1974, when he began touring again with his backing band The Band. He also wrote one of his most extensively covered songs, Knockin' On Heaven's Door, as well as what is now recognised as one of his best albums Blood On The Tracks. Towards the end of the 1970s, Dylan discovered Christ, and released some albums of gospel music. He started to talk to the crowd about his faith during his performances, and wouldn't play any of his early work, which alienated some of his previous fans.
Dylan today still remains an influential and popular artist; despite a period of little note between 1980-2000, his 2006 album Modern Times reached the US chart at #1, as did his 2009 album Together Through Life, in the US, Britain, France and several other countries. His 2012 album Tempest was also critically acclaimed. Since 1988, Dylan has been on the so-called Never Ending Tour, during which his performances have provoked controversy, with some critics claiming that his lyrics have become incomprehensible, an experience which is not helped by his tendency to change his set-list and vocals almost every performance.
Bob Dylan's strong influence over the past few years is becoming even more prominent amongst a growing group of younger emerging artists such as George Ellias and Devendra Banhart. Dylan's early lyrics incorporated politics, social commentary, philosophy and literary influences, defying existing pop music conventions and appealing widely to the counterculture of the time. While expanding and personalizing musical styles, Dylan has shown steadfast devotion to traditions of American song, from folk and country/blues to rock and roll and rockabilly, to Gaelic balladry, even jazz, swing and Broadway.
Dylan performs with the guitar, keyboard and harmonica. Backed by a changing lineup of musicians, he has toured steadily since the late 1980s. He has also recently performed alongside other iconic artists, such as Paul Simon, Joni Mitchell, Tom Petty and Eric Clapton. Although his contributions as a performer and recording artist have been central to his career, his songwriting is generally held as his highest accomplishment.
Nobel Prize for Literature (2016) - On October 13, 2016, Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature for โfor having created new poetic expressions within the great American song traditionโ. The prestigious award has been given annually since 1901 and previous Nobel Laureates for Literature include Harold Pinter and Samuel Beckett. Here is the speech written by Dylan, although unable to attend:
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/10/arts/bob-dylan-nobel-prize-acceptance-speech.html?_r=0
Frankie
Bob Dylan Lyrics
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Everybody knows
Paid one-hundred dollars for Albert's new suit of clothes
He was her man but he done her wrong
Albert said, "I'm leaving you
Won't be gone for long
Don't wait for me
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the corner saloon
Get a bucket of beer
Said to the bartender
"Has my loving man been here?"
He was her man but he done her wrong
"Well, I ain't gonna tell you no stories
I ain't gonna tell you no lies
I saw Albert an hour ago
With a gal named Alice Bly"
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went down to 12th Street
Looking up through the window high
She saw her Albert there
Loving up Alice Bly
He was her man, and he done her wrong
Frankie pulled out a pistol
Pulled out a forty-four
Gun went off a rootie-toot-toot
And Albert fell on the floor
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie got down upon her knees
Took Albert into her lap
Started to hug and kiss him
But there was no bringing him back
He was her man but he done her wrong
"Gimme a thousand policemen
Throw me into a cell
I shot my Albert dead
And now I'm going to hell
He was my man but he done me wrong"
Judge said to the jury
"Plain as a thing can be
A woman shot her lover down
Murder in the second degree"
He was her man but he done her wrong
Frankie went to the scaffold
Calm as a girl could be
Turned her eyes up towards the heavens
Said, "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
He was her man but he done her wrong
The song "Frankie and Albert" is a folk classic retelling the story of a woman (Frankie) who kills her unfaithful lover (Albert) in a fit of jealousy. The song begins by establishing Frankie as a good and innocent girl, who paid a handsome sum for Albertโs suit. The songโs narrator then reveals how Albert cheats on Frankie and leaves her, leading to a confrontation in the corner saloon, where Frankie learns of Albertโs whereabouts. Frankie then goes to 12th Street and catches Albert being intimate with Alice Bly through a window. At this point, Frankie shoots and kills Albert, prompting her arrest, trial and execution.
Line by Line Meaning
Frankie was a good girl
Frankie was considered to be a good person by many.
Everybody knows
This information is widely known and agreed upon.
Paid one-hundred dollars for Albert's new suit of clothes
She spent money on her partner to make him look better.
He was her man but he done her wrong
She cared for him, but he betrayed her trust.
Albert said, "I'm leaving you
Won't be gone for long
Don't wait for me
A-worry about me when I'm gone"
He was her man but he done her wrong
He told her he was leaving for a short period of time and didn't want her to worry, despite his infidelity.
Frankie went down to the corner saloon
Get a bucket of beer
Said to the bartender
"Has my loving man been here?"
He was her man but he done her wrong
She went looking for him and asked if he had recently visited the bar.
"Well, I ain't gonna tell you no stories
I ain't gonna tell you no lies
I saw Albert an hour ago
With a gal named Alice Bly"
He was her man but he done her wrong
The bartender confirmed that he had seen Albert with another woman.
Frankie went down to 12th Street
Looking up through the window high
She saw her Albert there
Loving up Alice Bly
He was her man, and he done her wrong
She went to where he was and saw him being romantic with the other woman.
Frankie pulled out a pistol
Pulled out a forty-four
Gun went off a rootie-toot-toot
And Albert fell on the floor
He was her man but he done her wrong
Out of anger, she pulled out a gun and shot him.
Frankie got down upon her knees
Took Albert into her lap
Started to hug and kiss him
But there was no bringing him back
He was her man but he done her wrong
Although she was devastated at what she had done, she tried to comfort him, but it was too late.
"Gimme a thousand policemen
Throw me into a cell
I shot my Albert dead
And now I'm going to hell
He was my man but he done me wrong"
She confessed to the murder and was prepared to face the consequences of her actions.
Judge said to the jury
"Plain as a thing can be
A woman shot her lover down
Murder in the second degree"
He was her man but he done her wrong
The jury verdict was that she was guilty of murder.
Frankie went to the scaffold
Calm as a girl could be
Turned her eyes up towards the heavens
Said, "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
He was her man but he done her wrong
She accepted her fate and faced her punishment calmly, with a prayer on her lips.
Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bob Dylan
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@richierich7945
In 1968-69, many a night, Bob Dylan along with Pete Seegar visited my stepfather at our flat at 83rd and West end Avenue in Manhattan.
Bob sat on the edge of the bed/coach in the study where my step father typed/wrote his prose into novels, scripts & poems. Bob would sit w/ Pete & Millard jamming together. I just sat & listened/watched.Sometimes They sent me to my room. I was 8 years old.
Bob met my stepfather in the Village. The folk music generation was upon all of us then. Bobby, Joan Baez, Odetta, Will Geer, Richie Havens, Pete Seeger all liked Millard as he was a Black-listed writer & sang & was friends with Woddy Guthrie.
1966 Millard gained a Emmy Award & in his televised acceptance speech stated ..."Thank you & by the way I was black-listed.
Before that, he was part of the folk band that Woody Guthrie had formed. The Almanac Singers. They sang for and about lifes of the field workers unfair pay poor work conditions & abuse while making pennies a day. Woody was liked a lot by Bob. My stepfather always talked about the under dog never got any respect in America.
My mom was very poor brought up in West Virginia. She was a coal miners daughter along with her father jumping on the train to end up working down the line somewhere for pennies when the coal mines weren't available to work. I remember my mom showing me a receipt from Wrigley coal mine where my grandfather would get paid $43 a week for shoveling tons of coal. And he had to pay for his own tools to be sharpened. And they wouldn't pay him for the thick deep yards of slate that he had to dig up and get through in order to get the coal.
All of this was of interest to soulful cats that wanted to try and sing about Mankind from their heart. Folk music was a lot about this. They even tried to sing to form unions or support unions for these hard-working poor people.
About 5 years later we moved to a 16th century farmhouse in rural New Jersey. In my special days that I wasn't working cleaning weeding raking splitting wood painting shoveling snow or whipping the tall grass that grew in the marsh behind the house, doing my homework or cleaning the dishes I was able to listen to my stepfather's albums. I kept playing John Wesley Harding album over and over again. I don't know why it was just so capturing and it made me want to always know more of what inspired the lyrics & what it really really meant. It was one of my most favorite albums.
After my childhood I really embraced the band of all musicians a lot. Maybe more than I did Bobby until it got older. I married a Latin girl who knew no music from America and she just fell in love with Bobby and his voice and the songs and could not stop playing them over and over again. To this day she says like I'm sure many of them good woman would say I would marry that man over you in a New York Minute. Hahaha
@rockywhite1026
โEternity?โ said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
โThatโs right,โ said Judas, โEternity
Though you might call it โParadiseโโ
โI donโt call it anythingโ
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
โAll right,โ said Judas Priest
โIโll see you after a whileโ
Gives me chills every time
@bryankeisling132
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', โTake your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gainโ
[Verse 2]
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
โCould ya please not stare at me like that?,โ he said
โItโs just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hideโ
[Verse 3]
Well, Judas, he just winked and said
โAlright, Iโll leave you here
But youโd better hurry up and choose which of those bills you want
Before they all disappearโ
โIโm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where youโll beโ
Judas pointed down the road
And said, โEternity!โ
[Verse 4]
โEternity?โ said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
โThatโs right,โ said Judas, โEternity
Though you might call it โParadiseโโ
โI donโt call it anythingโ
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
โAll right,โ said Judas Priest
โIโll see you after a whileโ
[Verse 5]
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feeling low and mean
When just then a passin' stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, โAre you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father's deceased?
Well, if you are, thereโs a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priestโ
[Verse 6]
โOh, yes, he is my friendโ
Said Frankie Lee in fright
โI do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sightโ
โYes, thatโs the one,โ said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse
โWell, my message is, heโs down the road
Stranded in a houseโ
[Verse 7]
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
He dropped everything and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
โWhat kind of house is this,โ he said
โWhere I have come to roam?โ
โItโs not a house,โ says Judas Priest
โItโs not a house, itโs a homeโ
[Verse 8]
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over evโrything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a womanโs face in evโry one
[Verse 9]
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap
And, foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst
[Verse 10]
No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
โNothing is revealedโ
[Verse 11]
Well, the moral of this story
The moral of this song
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carrying somethin'
Help him with his load
And donโt go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road
@juancamacho5746
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gain"
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Could ya please not stare at me like that, " he said
"It's just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide"
Well, Judas, he just winked and said
"All right, I'll leave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you want, before they all disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where you'll be"
Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity"
"Eternity?", said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
"That's right", said Judas, "Eternity
Though you might call it 'Paradise'"
"I don't call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right", said Judas Priest
"I'll see you after a while"
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father's deceased?
Well, if you are, there's a fellow callin' you, down the road
And he says his name is Priest"
"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Lee in fright
"I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight"
"Yes, that's the one, " said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse
"Oh, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house"
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
He dropped everything and ran
Until he came on to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of house is this", he said
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house", says Judas Priest
"It's not a house, it's a home"
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over everything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in every one
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap
And foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst
No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed"
๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐ถ
Well, the moral of the story
The moral of this song
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carrying somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road
@user-ip9yu7lp1q
The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ์ ์ฃผ๋ค์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ
John Wesley Harding (1967)
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ์ ์ฃผ๋ค์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ๋,
They were the best of friends.
์น๊ตฌ ์ค ์ต๊ณ ์ ์ฌ์ด์์ง.
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day,
๊ทธ๋์ ์ด๋ ๋ ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์ ํ์๋ก ํ์ ๋,
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
์ฃผ๋ค์ค๋ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ 10๋ฌ๋ฌ ๋ญ์น๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฐ๊ณ
And placed them on a footstool
๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ ๋ฐ์นจ๋ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค๋์์ง.
Just above the plotted plain,
๋ฐ๋ก ํ์๋ ๋ ์์์ด.
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy,
์ฃผ๋ค์ค๋, "์๋ค์ ๋ชซ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ๊ฒ, ํ๋ญํค.
My loss will be your gain."
๋ด ์ํด๋ ์๋ค์ ์ด๋์ด ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค." ๋ผ ๋งํ์ง.
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ, ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์์
And put his fingers to his chin,
ํฑ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ๋์์ง.
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him,
ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํฅํ ์ฃผ๋ค์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋๊ธธ์,
His head began to spin.
๊ทธ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋๋ก ๋ง๋ค์์ง.
"Would ya please not stare at me like that," he said,
"๊ทธ๋ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์ง ๋ง์์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ๋ค." ๊ทธ๋ ๋งํ์ง.
"It's just my foolish pride,
"๊ทธ๊ฑด ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ์ฐ๋ํ ์์กด์ฌ์ผ ๋ฟ์ด์ง๋ง,
But sometimes a man must be alone
๊ฐ๋ ๋จ์๋ ๋ฐ๋์ ์ธ๋ก์์ ธ์ผ ํ ๋๊ฐ ์๊ณ
And this is no place to hide."
์ด๊ณณ์ ์จ์ ์ฅ์๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๋ค."
Well, Judas, he just winked and said,
์ฃผ๋ค์ค, ๊ทธ๋ ์ํฌ๋ฅผ ํ ํ ๋งํ์ง.
"All right, I'll leave you here,
"๊ทธ๋, ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค.
But you'd better hurry up and choose
ํ์ง๋ง ์๋ค๋ ์๋๋ฌ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ข์ ๊ฑธ์ธ.
Which of those bills you want,
๊ทธ์ค ๋ฌด์์ ์ํ๋์ง
Before they all disappear."
๊ทธ ์งํ๋ค์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๊ธฐ ์ ์"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now,
"๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ง๊ธ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์์ํ ํ ๋
Just tell me where you'll be."
์๋ค๊ฐ ์ด๋ ์์์ง๋ฅผ ๋งํด ์ฃผ๊ฒ๋."
Judas pointed down the road
์ฃผ๋ค์ค๋ ๊ธธ ์๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๊ณ
And said, "Eternity!"
๋งํ์ง. "์๊ฒ์!"
"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee,
"์๊ฒ?" ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋งํ์ง.
With a voice as cold as ice.
์ผ์์ฅ๊ฐ์ ๊ทธ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก.
"That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity,
"๋ง์." ์ฃผ๋ค์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ๋ ๋งํ์ง. "์๊ฒ,
Though you might call it 'Paradise.'"
๋ฌผ๋ก ์๋ค๋ ๊ทธ๊ณณ์ '์ฒ๊ตญ'์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง๋ง ๋ง์ด๋ค."
"I don't call it anything,"
"๋๋ ์๋ฌด ์ด๋ฆ๋ ๋ถ์ด์ง ์์๋ค."
Said Frankie Lee with a smile.
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ์ง.
"All right," said Judas Priest,
"์ข์." ์ฃผ๋ค์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ๋ ๋งํ์ง.
"I'll see you after a while."
"์กฐ๋ง๊ฐ ์๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ณผ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ค."
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down,
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ, ๊ทธ๋ ํธ์ํ ์์์,
Feelin' low and mean,
๊ธฐ์ด ์์ด, ์งํฌ๋ฅผ ํ์ง.
When just then a passing stranger
์ง๋๊ฐ๋ ํ์ธ์ด ๋ฐ๋ก
Burst upon the scene,
๊ทธ๊ณณ์ ๋ํ๋ฌ์ ๋,
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler,
๊ทธ๋ ๋งํ์ง. "๋น์ ์ด ๋ ธ๋ฆ๊พผ ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ์?
Whose father is deceased?
์๋ฒ์ง๊ป์ ๋์๊ฐ์ จ๋ค๋?
Well, if you are,
์, ๋ง์ฝ ๋น์ ์ด๋ผ๋ฉด,
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
๊ธธ ์๋์ ๋น์ ์ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ ์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ฐ
And they say his name is Priest."
์๊ธฐ ์ด๋ฆ์ด ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋๊ตฐ์."
"Oh, yes, he is my friend,"
"์, ๋ง์์. ๋ด ์น๊ตฌ์์."
Said Frankie Lee in fright,
๋๋ ค์์ ์ฐจ ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋งํ์ง.
"I do recall him very well,
"๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋งค์ฐ ์ ๊ธฐ์ตํด์.
In fact, he just left my sight."
์ฌ์ค, ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ๋ฒ๋ ธ์ฃ ."
"Yes, that's the one," said the stranger,
"๊ทธ๋์, ๊ทธ ์ฌ๋์ด์์." ํ์ธ์
As quiet as a mouse,
์ฅ ์ฃฝ์ ๋ฏ์ด ์กฐ์ฉํ๊ฒ ๋งํ์ง.
"Well, my message is, he's down the road,
"์ด, ๋์ ๋ฉ์์ง๋, ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ธธ ์๋์ ์์ด์.
Stranded in a house."
์ง ์์์ ๊ผผ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์๋์."
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked,
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ, ๊ทธ๋ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ ๋น ์ ธ์,
He dropped ev'rything and ran
๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ด๋ ค๋๊ณ ๋๋ง์ณค์ง.
Until he came up to the spot
์ฃผ๋ค์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ๊ฐ ์ ์๋ ๊ณณ์
Where Judas Priest did stand.
์ด๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ ๋๊น์ง ๋ง์ด๋ค.
"What kind of house is this," he said,
"์ด๊ฑด ๋๋์ฒด ์ด๋ค ์ง์ธ๊ฐ." ๊ทธ๋ ๋งํ์ง.
"Where I have come to roam?"
"๋ ์ด๋๋ฅผ ๋งด๋๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง?"
"It's not a house," said Judas Priest,
"์ฌ๊ธด ์ง์ด ์๋๋ค." ์ฃผ๋ค์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ๊ฐ ๋งํ์ง.
"It's not a house . . . it's a home."
"์ฌ๊ธด ์ง์ด ์๋์ผ. . . ์ฌ๊ธด ๊ฐ์ ์ด์ง."
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ, ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๋จ๋ฉฐ
He soon lost all control
๊ณง ์ ๋๋ก ๋ค๋ฃฐ ์ ์์์ง
Over ev'rything which he had made
๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ค์ด๋ธ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ๋ค์
While the mission bells did toll.
์ฌ๋ช ์ ์ข ์ด ์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋์.
He just stood there staring
๊ทธ์ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์์, ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค๋ค.
At that big house as bright as any sun,
๋ง์น ํ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฐ์ ๊ทธ ์ปค๋ค๋ ์ง์
With four and twenty windows
24๊ฐ์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ฌ๋ฆฐ
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.
๋ชจ๋ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ์ธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์๋
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
ํ๋ญํค ๋ฆฌ, ๊ทธ๋ ๊ณ๋จ์ ๋ฐ์ด์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ง.
with a soulful, bounding leap.
๋ง์์ ๋คํด, ์ฟต์ฟต๋๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ์ด.
And, foaming at the mouth,
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ์ ์ ๊ฑฐํ์ ๋ฌผ๋ฉฐ
He began to make his midnight creep.
๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์์์ผ ์ด๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฆฌ ๋์๋ค๋๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ง.
For sixteen nights and days he raved,
์ด์ฌ์ฏ ๋ฒ์ ๋ฐค๋ฎ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ง๋ฅด๊ณ ๋ค๋ ์ง๋ง
But on the seventeenth he burst
์ด์ผ๊ณฑ ๋ฒ์งธ ๋ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋์ฐ๋ฏ์ด
Into the arms of Judas Priest,
์ฃผ๋ค์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์คํธ์ ํ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์ด์๋
Which is where he died of thirst.
๋ชฉ์ด ๋ง๋ผ์ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ์ง.
No one tried to say a thing
์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ๋ ค ํ์ง ์์์ง.
When they took him out in jest,
๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋๋ด๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊บผ๋ผ ๋
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
๋ฌผ๋ก , ์กฐ๊ทธ๋งํ ์ด๋ฆฐ์์ด๋ง์
Who carried him to rest.
๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์๋ฉด์ผ๋ก ์ธ๋ํ๊ณ
And he just walked along, alone,
๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ์ ํ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ์ง.
With his guilt so well concealed,
์ ์จ๊ฒจ์ง ๊ทธ์ ์ฃ์์์ ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ,
And muttered underneath his breath,
์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ๋ฉฐ ์์ผ๋ก ์ค์ผ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ์ง.
"Nothing is revealed."
"์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ฌ๋์ง ์๋๋ค."
Well, the moral of the story,
์, ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ์ ๊ตํ์ด๋ผ,
The moral of this song,
์ด ๋ ธ๋์ ๊ตํ์,
Is simply that one should never be
๋จ์ง ์ฌ๋์ ์ ๋๋ก
Where one does not belong.
์์ ์ด ์ํ์ง ์๋ ๊ณณ์ ์์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด์ผ.
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin',
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๋น์ ์ ์ด์์ด ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ๋ค๋ฉด,
Help him with his load,
์ง ๋๋ ์ผ์ ๋์์ฃผ๊ฒ๋.
And don't go mistaking Paradise
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ '์ฒ๊ตญ'์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์คํดํ์ง ๋ง๊ฒ.
For that home across the road.
๋๋ก ๊ฑด๋์ ์๋ ๊ทธ '๊ฐ์ '์
@randompirates4824
Frankie Lee sounds like a sick name for a metal band
@kingscairn
Say what - did I miss something - what " metal band " are you talking about - what are you talking about - oh never mind
@shuddupeyaface
Frankie Lee, death metal poodle haired rockers, well they are coming to a stage near you! Xx
@dixonpinfold2582
For my part I find Frankie, Lee, Judas and Priest to all be unappetizing in all their associations. My fondness for this song is thus in many ways against the odds.
@GavBlast
Yeah!! Also, you should consider Frankie Priest or Judas Lee...
@tonytish9670
lol!
@tonysabell7737
Perhaps the greatest ballad Dylan ever wrote. This one will last the ages.
@ThaiThom
One should never be where one does not belong.
@thegreenbird795
it's not good for your health.....
@gdogg1979
โ@@thegreenbird795 tell me about it