100 Songs
Bob Dylan
- 224 pages
- English
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100 Songs
Bob Dylan
About This Book
"Dylan remains the rare singer whose work is worth reading on the page. His words are consistently funny, alive to the sound of language, and of course appealingly cryptic." â The New York Times Book Review A new collection of Bob Dylan's most essential lyricsâone hundred songs that represent the Nobel Laureate's incredible range through the entirety of his career so far. Bob Dylan is one of the most important cultural figures of our time, and the first American musician in history to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. 100 Songs is an intimate and carefully curated collection of his most important lyrics that spans from the beginning of his career through the present day. Perfect for students who may be new to Dylan's work as well as longtime fans, this portable, abridged volume of these singular lyrics explores the depth, breadth, and magnitude of one of the world's most enduring bodies of work.
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SONG TO WOODY
Iâm out here a thousand miles from my homeWalkinâ a road other men have gone downIâm seeinâ your world of people and thingsYour paupers and peasants and princes and kingsHey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a songâBout a funny olâ world thatâs a-cominâ alongSeems sick anâ itâs hungry, itâs tired anâ itâs tornIt looks like itâs a-dyinâ anâ itâs hardly been bornHey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you knowAll the things that Iâm a-sayinâ anâ a-many times moreIâm a-singinâ you the song, but I canât sing enoughâCause thereâs not many men that done the things that youâve doneHereâs to Cisco anâ Sonny anâ Leadbelly tooAnâ to all the good people that traveled with youHereâs to the hearts and the hands of the menThat come with the dust and are gone with the windIâm a-leavinâ tomorrow, but I could leave todaySomewhere down the road somedayThe very last thing that Iâd want to doIs to say Iâve been hittinâ some hard travelinâ too
BLOWINâ IN THE WIND
How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, ânâ how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, ânâ how many times must the cannonballs flyBefore theyâre forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowinâ in the windThe answer is blowinâ in the windHow many years can a mountain existBefore itâs washed to the sea?Yes, ânâ how many years can some people existBefore theyâre allowed to be free?Yes, ânâ how many times can a man turn his headPretending he just doesnât see?The answer, my friend, is blowinâ in the windThe answer is blowinâ in the windHow many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, ânâ how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes, ânâ how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friend, is blowinâ in the windThe answer is blowinâ in the wind
GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
Well, if youâre travelinâ in the north country fairWhere the winds hit heavy on the borderlineRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mineWell, if you go when the snowflakes stormWhen the rivers freeze and summer endsPlease see if sheâs wearing a coat so warmTo keep her from the howlinâ windsPlease see for me if her hair hangs longIf it rolls and flows all down her breastPlease see for me if her hair hangs longThatâs the way I remember her bestIâm a-wonderinâ if she remembers me at allMany times Iâve often prayedIn the darkness of my nightIn the brightness of my daySo if youâre travelinâ in the north country fairWhere the winds hit heavy on the borderlineRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine
MASTERS OF WAR
Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothinâBut build to destroyYou play with my worldLike itâs your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets flyLike Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drainYou fasten the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansionAs young peopleâs bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mudYouâve thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ainât worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsHow much do I knowTo...