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
Love Sick
Bob Dylan Lyrics
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Through streets that are dead
Walking
Walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired
My brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
Did I
Did I
Hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke like a child
You destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
I'm sick of love
That I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love
I'm so sick of it
I see
I see lovers in the meadow
I see
I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone
And they leave me hangin' on
To a shadow
I'm sick of love
I hear the clock tick
This kind of love
I'm lovesick
Sometimes
The silence can be like thunder
Sometimes
I want to take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you
And I wonder
I'm sick of love
I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love
I'm tryin' to forget you
Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to be with you
In "Love Sick," Bob Dylan presents a highly emotional and vivid picture of a man who is painfully aware of the negative effects of love. Dylan reveals, through the lyrics, the mixed feelings the singer is grappling with – feeling trapped in a love affair with a partner who is unworthy of his love. The singer's thoughts are set up with the initial line, "I'm walking through streets that are dead." The lifeless streets represent the affect that his current relationship has had on his emotional well-being. As he walks, he is accompanied by an unrelenting feeling of exhaustion, both mental and physical - "My feet are so tired, My brain is so wired." He is also consumed with memories, "Walking with you in my head," and he appears to have internal conversations with his lover, "Did I hear someone tell a lie?"
While the singer is looking for something to cling to, he is grappling with the unsettling feeling that he has been lied to. He also wonders if he can find love that will be truthful and meaningful. He realizes that his situation was impossible, and his lover has taken advantage of his pure love. The singer speaks of seeing lovers in meadows and silhouettes in windows, depicting eyes metaphorically. He watches until they have disappeared, leaving him clinging to nothing but the idea of love. Dylan then brings the audience back to the trapped protagonist as he expresses his strong desire for freedom, "Sometimes I want to take to the road and plunder/ Could you ever be true?/ I think of you/ And I wonder" The song ends with the singer struggling to let go of his love, accepting and working towards a solution - a clear manifestation of his undeniable love for his partner.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm walking
I am wandering aimlessly
Through streets that are dead
I am in a desolate area and the environment is not helping my current situation
Walking
I am taking one step at a time
Walking with you in my head
I am constantly thinking of you, person who is not with me
My feet are so tired
I am physically drained
My brain is so wired
I am emotionally overstimulated
And the clouds are weeping
The skies are crying with me
Did I
I am questioning
Hear someone tell a lie?
Did someone deceive me?
Did I
I am questioning
Hear someone's distant cry?
Can anyone hear someone's pleas from afar?
I spoke like a child
I opened up to you like an immature individual
You destroyed me with a smile
Your simple gesture obliterated me
While I was sleeping
Seemingly unaware of what had happened
I'm sick of love
I have had enough of the emotion
That I'm in the thick of it
I am currently caught up in it and unable to get out
This kind of love
Love that is tearing me apart
I'm so sick of it
I can no longer handle it
I see
I notice
I see lovers in the meadow
I observe couples spending time together in the grassland
I see
I notice
I see silhouettes in the window
I observe the shapes of people on display through the window
I watch them 'til they're gone
I stare at them until they leave my field of vision
And they leave me hangin' on
Their leaving causes me to mentally cling to them for longer than I should
To a shadow
They become a mere outline or representation of what was there before
I'm sick of love
I'm done with love
I hear the clock tick
I become acutely aware of the passage of time
This kind of love
An unhealthy version of love
I'm lovesick
I am suffering from a strong longing for love
Sometimes
Occasionally
The silence can be like thunder
Hushed moments can feel deafeningly loud
Sometimes
Occasionally
I want to take to the road and plunder
I am tempted to engage in reckless behavior
Could you ever be true?
Are you capable of sincerity?
I think of you
You weigh on my thoughts
And I wonder
I am curious about it all
I'm sick of love
I want nothing to do with love anymore
I wish I'd never met you
I regret our acquaintance
I'm sick of love
I am done with love
I'm tryin' to forget you
I am attempting to erase you from my mind
Just don't know what to do
I am clueless about how to proceed
I'd give anything to be with you
I would gift everything to be with you again
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bob Dylan
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Juan Camacho
I'm walkin'
Through streets that are dead
Walkin'
Walkin' with you in my head
My feet are so tired
My brain is so wired
And the clouds are weepin'
Did I
Hear someone tell a lie?
Did I
Hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke like a child
You destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleepin'
I'm sick of love
That I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love
I'm so sick of it
I see
I see lovers in the meadow
I see
I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone
And they leave me hangin' on
To a shadow
I'm sick of love
I hear the clock tick
This kind of love:
I'm lovesick
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Sometimes
The silence can be like thunder
Sometimes
I wanna take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you
And I wonder
I'm sick of love
I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love
I'm tryin' to forget you
Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
Be with you
Bryan Keisling
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
[Verse 2]
Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
[Chorus 1]
I’m sick of love but I’m in the thick of it
This kind of love I’m so sick of it
[Verse 3]
I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them ’till they’re gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow
[Chorus 2]
I’m sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I’m lovesick
[Verse 4]
Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I want to take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true? I think of you
And I wonder
[Chorus 3]
I’m sick of love; I wish I’d never met you
I’m sick of love; I’m trying to forget you
[Outro]
Just don’t know what to do
I’d give anything to be with you
michele abbas
🕊splendide 🥰🕊
Mr Dylan un texte et une voix magnifique 🕊si inspirant 🥰🕊🕊🕊💙🕊
😉J’écris beaucoup ✍️aussi je vous laisse un texte imaginé , il y a quelques minutes…
😇✍️le ménage à 3 😉
J’aimerais n’avoir jamais vu ta réalité
Entrez sans frapper
Couche toi sans après
J’ose te l’avouer
La mort n’a pas de regrets
Jamais ….plus
La vie dormira sur notre absolu
Tu as trop de secrets
Le pallier est forgé
Ta robe chérie et en papier mâcher
Tu m’as tuer
Dans ta bouche : tes mots m’ont étranglés
Je bois sans repos avec mes paroles
Tout ces matins d’ivrogne
Tes mots ….
Qui s’affolent, s’entrechoquent
Tes pardons …tes pardons chérie
Tu rigoles
tu les as dorlotés avec ton doué
Silence ….
La mort n’a pas de regrets :
Pour toi à présent
Le doué grince des dents
Il ne veut plus jouer sur mon oreiller !
Ma chérie je me tais
Le doué je le fais traverser
Ne t’inquiète pas
La rue d’enfer est à deux pas
Je vais l’emmener
Alors c’est mieux
À deux ? Non ….
Reviens sur le plancher …
Ou dans ce lit 🛌 que tu as souillé
Supplie ….Supplie….
Je suis mort dans vos ébats !
dans mes draps !
Regarde mon visage
Pitié Dieu vient me tourner
Me secouer
M’arrêter
J’aurais aimé n’avoir jamais vu
La réalité
Je suis vide , sans pitié
Le doué s’en ai emparé
Il est couché
Oh ….
Chérie , tu es tomber cette fois …
Pas de ricanement ?
Les draps ne seront plus froissés
Notre maison embaumée
Je nous tue ….sur le trajet….
Tu m’as tuer Chérie…
Mon amour volé
Tu l’as tellement frappé….
Il reste
L’amour de l’assassin , assassiner
La mort n’a pas de regrets :
J’aurais aimé n’avoir jamais vu ta réalité
Chérie tu as fait 3 morts ….
Je rejoins les ténèbres, parmi tes blessés
Accroche toi à moi
Nous y allons cette fois …..🕊
✍️🕊Michele Abbas le 5 Juin 2022
France à 3H du matin ( texte écrit ✍️par mon imaginaire 😀😉)🕊
Diana Rhyne
A man who suffered having no freedom of privacy in his life… but couldn’t help but bare his soul, in song.
Thank you Mr Dylan, for sharing your music with us anyway.
Gumby Cat
Who would have thought Bob Dylan could have come back to this level of excellence? This song, it’s album and the two that follow are among his best.
Bumble Bee Flower
My favorite Dylan song. The whole album is amazing!
Ken Anklovitch
It is impossible for me to have a favourite Dylan song, it all depends.....
Marcos Henrique Silva
When you are sick of everything, but still find the words to describe it like you are throwing pearls on everyone’s ears.
punagurl8
No one can write a love song quite like Dylan.
Marilyn Wong
I can.
Mat. .N.
Wedding song.
james bradshaw
Bob wrote a song for everyone, he also wrote many songs for me, Thanks a million Bob
Samuele Conficoni
The greatest poet of our times!