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![]() bob dylan doesn't have a limited vocal range...
he's sung in at least 4 different vocal styles over his 60's and 70's albums |
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![]() ranges and styles are different...range is mainly to do with tone and pitch. i have never heard bob sing falsetto or in a low register, successfully attempt a scream or a hoarse "rock" voice (not that he needs to by any means, but couldn't hurt to try?)
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![]() izzle you must be really disconnected from the world
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![]() embarrassing thread. i wonder how many bob dylan albums izzle has heard. oh wait, did i say albums? mr. tambourine man and like a rolling stone i mean. those are songs aren't they? hold on, mr. tambourine man was by the byrds wasn't it? yeah bob dylan is such a limited character.
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![]() i know he wrote mr.tambo and i didn't say he was a limited character, i said i like alot of his music and respect him. but the public perception of him has really been blown out of all proportion i think, he's not as great as everyone wants to believe.
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![]() the public perception of everybody is blown out of all proportion. that's what mass media are all about. but you condemn something you obviously know nothing about in an unnecessarily bloated manner. if i didn't know shit about bob dylan i'd be quiet. and don't tell me you've ever really listened to more than one bob dylan album all the way through.
and yes, his latest output bores the hell out of me but so does - how dumb this comparison is, but you seem to always come back to it - billy corgan's. |
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![]() everything comes back to billy corgan
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![]() Dylan is fuckign awesome.
I play him all the time. Friends often get in my car and say, ‘What, Dylan, again?’ Har har. Good stuff. His older work, for me personally, will always be my favourite. Still love the original All Along the Watch Tower, and Like a Rolling Stone. And putting Dylan into context of when and what he was writing also helps understand why there is such a loyal fan base. This is coming from a 23 year old South African, but hey. |
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Stop comparing him to Bolly. Dylan's lyrics make a whole hell of a lot more sense than his. I mean what the fuck does this mean: "To runaround kids in get-go cars With vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs Galaxies full of nobodies Giving us the farewell runarounds I took a virgin mary axe to his sweet baby jane, lost my innocence to a no good girl, scratch my face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth and I give it all back to you" Give me a break Isle. Your "sellout" criticism has to do with him going electric, which is a dumb criticism in the first place and was only levied at him by dumb ass folk music fanatics who are now dead to history. Last edited by Trotskilicious : 01-13-2007 at 09:10 AM. |
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![]() you're 35, brendan.
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![]() LOL - Bond on Blonde describes about half of those movies, though.
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![]() highway 61
i always get that wrong |
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![]() It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I'll be gone You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on Don't think twice, it's all right It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe That light I never knowed An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin' anyway So don't think twice, it's all right It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal Like you never did before It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal I can't hear you any more I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I'm told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don't think twice, it's all right I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell But goodbye's too good a word, gal So I'll just say fare thee well I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right |
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![]() With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, And your basement clothes and your hollow face, Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss, And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug, And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide. But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh, how could they ever mistake you? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm, But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, How could they ever, ever persuade you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show, Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold, And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul, Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? |
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![]() bob dylan = living legend
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![]() good idea to post lyrics, boys
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess. They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy, She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me. I can't help it if I'm lucky. People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that Sweet lady. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, Blowing down the backroads headin' south. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like. There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door, You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars After losin' every battle. I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars. You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes, Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart. Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped, What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom. I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine. The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned. I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned Slowly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull, From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead. Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy, I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory And all your ragin' glory. I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free, I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me. You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above, And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love, And it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, Blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves, We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves. |
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![]() I can understand people who just do not like Dylan but to not at least respect him for what he has done for music is just retarted. That's right; it's retarded with a T because that's how dumb it is to say something like Billy is better than Bob Dylan because his voice is less nasally or some shit. Please.
Modern Times, Love and Theft, and Time Out of Mind have all been good to excellent and considering his stuff from the 1960s and 1970s still puts so much that has come before and after it to shame to tell you something. Admittedly, I may be just a little biased though. Last edited by pale blue eyes : 01-14-2007 at 12:03 PM. |
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![]() hey Izzle why dont you listen to his records
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![]() Dylan "plugging in" at Newport did more for music in that one event than Corgan has done and will do for music, ever. You've fucking lost it man. Off the deep end, you are. |
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the newport incident was historic for the wrong reasons. the crowd were sheep who thought dylan's music could only be played on acoustic because they'd only heard it played acoustic. not because it was oh-so-profound for dylan to try playing an electric instead, which i'm sure countless other songwriters had done before him. in fact, yeah that probably was the biggest performance innovation he ever made, but he only conceded to the crowd's whining and went and got his acoustic for them instead. talk about sticking to your guns. |
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