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 “for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition”. 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
Gates of Eden
Bob Dylan Lyrics
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Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
The lyrics of "Gates of Eden" by Bob Dylan seem to be a critique of contemporary society and its version of war, peace, ownership, and experience. The song begins emphatically with a declaration of how the truth turns on its axis and how even the curfew gull of peace is twisted by war. The cowboy angel rides with a candle lit into the darkness of society, waxed in black except for the trees in Eden.
A lamppost with folded arms and iron claws represents the metaphorical structure of society. The shadows of the badger and the babies crying from being within the metal curbs and holes of society, all fall meaninglessly with a crashing blow. Nothing comes from the Gates of Eden, symbolizing how paradise is inaccessible within society. The savage soldier looks away from reality and reduces himself to complaining while the deaf hunter remains.
The kingdoms of experience rot while the paupers, who have nothing, dream of possessing more. Bob Dylan declares, there are no kings, no trials, no sins just in the Gates of Eden. The song ends with the hope of love and thoughts that are genuine, finding it easier to express to one's partner. The search for truths seems to be confined only inside the Gates of Eden, where peace and truth exist truly.
Line by Line Meaning
Of war and peace the truth just twists
The reality of war and peace becomes distorted over time.
Its curfew gull just glides
The bird of the night watches over all things.
Upon four-legged forest clouds
Imagination is free and can roam the earth in any way it pleases.
The cowboy angel rides
The symbol of individual freedom journeys through the world.
With his candle lit into the sun
The symbol of hope keeps shining in the midst of despair.
Though its glow is waxed in black
The symbol of hope inevitably fades over time.
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
Hope can be rekindled in pure environments.
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Order and civilization watch over the chaos of life.
Its iron claws attached
Order and civilization are powerful forces in human society.
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Order and civilization must exist despite the constant cries of human suffering.
Though it shadows metal badge
Order and civilization are often associated with the symbols of authority.
All and all can only fall
Order and civilization have a temporary life span.
With a crashing but meaningless blow
Order and civilization will eventually fail and lose their meaning.
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
Order and civilization cannot exist in a utopian world.
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
Even the most brutal people can't face the truth.
And then complains
The brutal person complains about their problems but fails to take action.
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
The hunter refuses to listen and understand the problems of the brutal person.
But still remains
Despite ignorance, humans and their problems continue to exist.
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
The chaos of life continues even in scenic locations.
At ships with tattooed sails
The chaos of life can be found even in the presence of exotic beauty.
Heading for the Gates of Eden
The promise of a utopian society remains a powerful force for humans.
With a time-rusted compass blade
The quest for enlightenment is a timeless pursuit.
Aladdin and his lamp
Legendary figures inspire people in the journey for enlightenment.
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
The search for enlightenment often involves those who retreat from society.
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
The allure of wealth can distract people from the search for enlightenment.
And on their promises of paradise
People cling to the idea of a perfect world despite the disillusioning reality.
You will not hear a laugh
The search for enlightenment is a serious and difficult process.
All except inside the Gates of Eden
True enlightenment is only found in a perfect world.
Relationships of ownership
The concept of ownership creates power relationships between people.
They whisper in the wings
The concept of ownership is ever-present but not always acknowledged.
To those condemned to act accordingly
People are forced to conform to the rules of society even if it doesn't benefit them.
And wait for succeeding kings
People hope for change but must wait for new leaders to come.
And I try to harmonize with songs
The individual seeks to find their place in society.
The lonesome sparrow sings
The individual finds beauty in the simplest moments of life.
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
In a perfect world, the idea of power and control is meaningless.
The motorcycle black Madonna
A symbol of counterculture and rebellion.
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
A symbol of freedom and mobility.
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The counterculture movement arouses fear in those who hold power.
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
The individual must find their voice amidst society's dominant voices.
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
The individual finds little solace in the dangerous aspects of society.
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
Others will judge and condemn the individual for their mistakes.
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
In a perfect world, the concept of sin is meaningless.
The kingdoms of experience
The lessons learned through individual experience.
In the precious wind they rot
The lessons learned through experience are fragile and fleeting.
While paupers change possessions
The idea of wealth and ownership is meaningless to those who have nothing.
Each one wishing for what the other has got
The desire for possessions is never satisfied, no matter what one has.
And the princess and the prince
Even the powerful have their problems and doubts.
Discuss what's real and what is not
Power and influence do not provide any definite answers in life.
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
In a perfect world, the search for ownership and power is meaningless.
The foreign sun, it squints upon
The discomfort of living in a strange place.
A bed that is never mine
Feeling displaced and disconnected from the world.
As friends and other strangers
The desire to connect with others despite feeling disconnected.
From their fates try to resign
The powerlessness of humans to control their fate.
Leaving men wholly, totally free
Even in a world where fate controls all, humans still have agency to make choices.
To do anything they wish to do but die
The power of choice is the most basic power humans have.
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
In a perfect world, the struggle between fate and human agency doesn't exist.
At dawn my lover comes to me
The power of love and human connection.
And tells me of her dreams
The sharing of hopes and fears helps create a sense of intimacy.
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
The mysteries of the universe are not meant to be understood.
Into the ditch of what each one means
Powerful experiences and personal truths should not be reduced down into simple explanations.
At times I think there are no words
The ineffable nature of human experience.
But these to tell what's true
Despite the limitations of language, humans must still try to communicate their experiences.
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
In a perfect world, the search for truth is meaningless and unnecessary.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bob Dylan
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@bryankeisling132
Lyrics:
Of war and peace the truth just twists
It's curfew gull it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
It's iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience
In the precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
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Gates of Eden
에덴의 문
Bringin' it all Back Home (1965)
Of war and peace the truth just twists
전쟁과 평화 속에서 진실은 비틀어지지
Its curfew gull just glides
통금 시간에는 갈매기가 날아다니고
Upon four-legged forest clouds
4개의 다리가 달린 숲 위의 구름 위에는
The cowboy angel rides
카우보이 천사가 타고 있지
With his candle lit into the sun
그 촛불은 태양을 향해 불을 붙였고
Though its glow is waxed in black
그 불빛은 검은색으로 덧칠되어 있지만
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
촛불은 환하게 빛날 것이라네. 에덴의 나무 아래에서
The lamppost stands with folded arms
가로등은 자신의 팔을 접은 채 서 있는데
Its iron claws attached
그것의 강철로 된 발톱은
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
버려진 아이들이 우는 구멍 아래 보도에 붙어 있지
Though it shadows metal badge
구멍에는 쇳조각 배지가 그림자를 드리우지만
All and all can only fall
모두가 할 수 있는 일은 단지
With a crashing but meaningless blow
요란하지만 의미없는 소리 속에 파묻혀 사는 길 뿐이네
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
에덴의 문에서는 아무런 소리도 들려오지 않지
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand And then complains
무정한 병사는 그 머리를 모래에 박네 그리고 불평을 하지
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
귀머거리가 되어 버린 맨발의 사냥꾼에게 말이야
But still remains
그러나, 그는 여전히 남아 있다네
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
사냥개들이 으르렁거리는 그 해변 위
At ships with tattooed sails Heading for the Gates of Eden
문신을 한 선원들이 에덴의 문을 향해 나아가는 배 위에서
With a time-rusted compass blade
녹슨 나침반 바늘과 함께
Aladdin and his lamp
알라딘과 요술 램프는
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
유토피아의 은둔 수도승과 함께 앉아 있지
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
금송아지 위에 놓인 안장
And on their promises of paradise
천국으로 갈 것이라는 그 약속 위의 안장 위에서
You will not hear a laugh
그 위에서는 웃음 소리가 들려오지 않을 것이라네
All except inside the Gates of Eden
에덴의 문에서는 그러지 않을 거야
Relationships of ownership
소유의 관계들은
They whisper in the wings
날개 속에서 속삭이지
To those condemned to act accordingly
그에 맞춰 행동하고
And wait for succeeding kings
제왕의 계승자를 기다리는 것 때문에 비난받는 이들에게 속삭여
And I try to harmonize with songs
그리고 난 노래로서 조화하려 한다
The lonesome sparrow sings
외로운 참새가 지저귀고
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
에덴의 문 안에는 제왕은 없다네
The motorcycle black madonna
오토바이 위의 검은 성모는
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
두 바퀴의 집시 여왕이야
And her silver-studded phantom cause
은색 단추를 단 성모의 유령과 함께
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
회색 플란넬 옷을 입은 난쟁이가 소리지르게 만드네
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
먹이 때문에 사악한 새들에게 애원을 하지만
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
새들은 난쟁이의 죄를 저질러 얻은 빵 부스러기를 가져가
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
에덴의 문 안에 죄악은 없다네
The kingdoms of Experience
경험으로 이루어진 왕국은
In the precious wind they rot
귀중한 바람 속에서 썩어버리네
While paupers change possessions
그동안 빈민들은 다른 사람들이 가진 것 중
Each one wishing for what the other has got
원하는 재산을 가져가 버리고
And the princess and the prince
공주와 왕자는
Discuss what's real and what is not
무엇이 진실이고, 무엇이 아닌지에 대해 의논하지만
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
에덴의 문 안에서, 그런 것은 중요하지 않다네
The foreign sun, it squints upon
이국의 태양, 그것은 언제나
A bed that is never mine
남의 침대를 비추네
As friends and other strangers
친구들, 다른 행인들은
From their fates try to resign
운명을 직감하고 떠나려 하네
Leaving men wholly, totally free
사람들은 완전히 자유롭게 남겨져
To do anything they wish to do but die
어떤 것이든 하려 하지만, 결국 죽어버린다네
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
에덴의 문 안에서는 아무 재판도 없다네
At dawn my lover comes to me And tells me of her dreams
새벽에 애인이 내게 다가와 꿈을 말해 주지
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
무얼 의미하는지를 보여주는 틈새를
Into the ditch of what each one means
파고 들어가려는 시도도 없이 그렇게 하지
At times I think there are no words
매 시간마다 나는, 여기에는 말이 없지만
But these to tell what's true
무엇이 진실인지를 말하는 사람들은 있다고 느껴
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
에덴의 문 밖에는 아무런 진실도 없어
@juancamacho5746
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull, it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier just sticks his head in sand and then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf, but still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks, sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership, they whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna, two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience, in a precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions,
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly,
Totally free to do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn, my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the
Glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
@observadordouniversoemmim6303
De guerra e paz a verdade apenas torce, seu toque de recolher gaivota, ela desliza
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull, it glides
Sobre as nuvens da floresta de quatro patas, o anjo cowboy cavalga
Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
Com sua vela acesa ao sol, embora seu brilho seja encerado em preto
With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black
Todos, exceto quando 'sob as árvores do Éden
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
O poste está com os braços cruzados, suas garras de ferro presas
The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached
Para conter os buracos onde os bebês choram, embora sombreie o distintivo de metal
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge
Tudo e todos só podem cair com um golpe estrondoso, mas sem sentido
All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow
Nenhum som vem dos Portões do Éden
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
O soldado selvagem apenas enfia a cabeça na areia e depois reclama
The savage soldier just sticks his head in sand and then complains
Para o caçador descalço que ficou surdo, mas ainda permanece
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf, but still remains
Na praia onde cães de caça latem para navios com velas tatuadas
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails
Rumo aos Portões do Éden
Heading for the Gates of Eden
Com uma bússola enferrujada pelo tempo, Aladdin e sua lâmpada
With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp
Senta-se com monges eremitas utópicos, montado de lado no Bezerro de Ouro
Sits with Utopian hermit monks, sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
E em suas promessas de paraíso você não ouvirá uma risada
And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh
Todos, exceto dentro dos Portões do Éden
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relações de propriedade, eles sussurram nos bastidores
Relationships of ownership, they whisper in the wings
Aos condenados a agir de acordo e esperar pelos reis sucessores
To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings
E eu tento harmonizar com as canções que o pardal solitário canta
And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings
Não há reis dentro dos Portões do Éden
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
A motocicleta negra Madonna, rainha cigana de duas rodas
The motorcycle black Madonna, two-wheeled gypsy queen
E seu fantasma cravejado de prata faz o anão de flanela cinza gritar
And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
Enquanto ele chora pelas perversas aves de rapina que escolhem seus pecados de migalhas de pão
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins
E não há pecados dentro dos Portões do Éden
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
Os reinos da experiência, em ventos preciosos eles apodrecem
The kingdoms of experience, in a precious winds they rot
Enquanto os indigentes trocam de posses
While paupers change possessions
Cada um desejando o que o outro tem
Each one wishing for what the other has got
E a princesa e o príncipe discutem o que é real e o que não é
And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not
Não importa dentro dos Portões do Éden
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
O sol estrangeiro aperta os olhos sobre uma cama que nunca é minha
The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine
Como amigos e outros estranhos de seus destinos tentam renunciar
As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign
Deixando os homens totalmente
Leaving men wholly
Totalmente livres para fazer o que quiserem, exceto morrer
Totally free to do anything they wish to do but die
E não há julgamentos dentro dos Portões do Éden
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
Ao amanhecer, minha amante vem até mim e me conta seus sonhos
At dawn, my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams
Sem nenhuma tentativa de cavar o
With no attempts to shovel the
Vislumbre na vala o que cada um significa
Glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
Às vezes eu acho que não há palavras além dessas para dizer o que é verdade
At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true
E não há verdades fora dos Portões do Éden
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
@Nicholas-kt4ul
"Gates of Eden"
Bob Dylan
[Verse 1]
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
[Verse 2]
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
[Verse 3]
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
[Verse 4]
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 5]
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 6]
The motorcycle Black Madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 7]
The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince discuss
What's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 8]
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 9]
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
@Wuei108
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull, it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier just sticks his head in sand and then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf, but still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks, sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership, they whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna, two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience, in a precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly
Totally free to do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn, my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the
Glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
@Nicholas-kt4ul
"Gates of Eden"
Bob Dylan
[Verse 1]
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
[Verse 2]
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
[Verse 3]
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
[Verse 4]
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 5]
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 6]
The motorcycle Black Madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 7]
The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince discuss
What's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 8]
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
[Verse 9]
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
@riccardopaolocci1497
Love how the world is reunited by Dylan's music
Greetings from Italy
@elianu3817
Saluti
@Katarinatorn
@@elianu3817 love from New York
@ilpoetamortificato1745
Comunque non riesco a capire cosa significhi sta canzone, qualcuno ha idee?
@robertcronin6603
Hello from the US 👍
@dado2249
@@ilpoetamortificato1745L'immaginario onirico della canzone risente del linguaggio poetico di William Blake. La poesia astratta descrive una visione da incubo. Ogni strofa fornisce una descrizione diversa di una società decadente.
Anche se il titolo della canzone stessa sembra riferirsi alla speranza del paradiso ("il giardino dell'Eden"), non esiste nessun paradiso nel luogo descritto nel brano. Al contrario, le immagini evocano uno scenario di corruzione e decadenza. Oliver Trager interpreta Gates of Eden come l'affermazione da parte di Dylan che una "cieca fede in una vita dopo la morte e nel perdono associato ad essa è la bugia più grande in quanto causa compiacenza nella vita terrena". Anche il giornalista e critico musicale Robert Shelton fornisce un'interpretazione simile della canzone.Carolyn Bliss fece notare come il concetto espresso nella canzone fosse che l'Eden è dentro di noi. Qualsiasi altro paradiso è solo una finzione, e il perseguimento ossessivo di esso porta potenzialmente alla morte dello spirito".
@noahachrem
Thanks bob. You are a master musician and poet. The world is blessed to have you around. Greetings from Michigan, USA
@Katarinatorn
true
@monsieurhercule
One of the best people I have had the privilege of knowing sadly did not live to see his passionately held convictoon validated. He always maintained that Bob Dylan was unquestionably the most significant English language poet of the 20th century. He had the means and the intellect to become a university Professor or a judge but after he completed his degree he trained as a social worker and devoted his life to helping homeless people and people released from prison to readjust to society, winning awards for running the best social project in the UK. He also loved literature, was a part time rare and antiquarian book dealer and wrote poetry, short stories and a novel. We lost him before his time in a road accident in 2007. He was 34. He would have loved to know about the Nobel prize. I hope he does know where he is. it would be nice if Bob knew how highly he was appreciated by such a true honest fine human being.
@JJBushfan
I claim no achievements to rival those of your friend, but I can say that Bob Dylan - and this song in particular - influenced my attitudes to the functioning of life at this level more than anybody else did.