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Thursday, June 08, 2023

@BOBDYLAN AT MADRID 7-06-2023 (II, "PLAYBOYS & PLAYGIRLS" (DYLAN); THE COWARD & THE HERO (THOREAU))

 

Oh, ye playboys and playgirls 

Ain’t a-gonna run my world 

 Ain’t a-gonna run my world 

Ain’t a-gonna run my world 

Ye playboys and playgirls 

Ain’t a-gonna run my world 

 Not now or no other time 

You fallout shelter sellers 

Can’t get in my door 

Can’t get in my door 

 Can’t get in my door 

 You fallout shelter sellers 

 Can’t get in my door 

 Not now or no other time 

Your Jim Crow ground 

Can’t turn me around 

Can’t turn me around 

 Can’t turn me around 

 Your Jim Crow ground 

Can’t turn me around 

Not now or no other time 

The laughter in the lynch mob 

Ain’t a-gonna do no more 

 Ain’t a-gonna do no more 

Ain’t a-gonna do no more 

The laughter in the lynch mob 

 Ain’t a-gonna do no more 

Not now or no other time 

 You insane tongues of war talk 

Ain’t a-gonna guide my road 

 Ain’t a-gonna guide my road 

Ain’t a-gonna guide my road 

You insane tongues of war talk 

Ain’t a-gonna guide my road 

Not now or no other time 

You red baiters and race haters 

Ain’t a-gonna hang around here 

Ain’t a-gonna hang around here 

Ain’t a-gonna hang around here 

You red baiters and race haters 

Ain’t a-gonna hang around here 

Not now or no other time 

Ye playboys and playgirls 

 Ain’t a-gonna own my world 

Ain’t a-gonna own my world 

 Ain’t a-gonna own my world 

 Ye playboys and playgirls 

Ain’t a-gonna own my world 

 Not now or no other time

BOB DYLAN NUNCA "INTERPRETA" 

POR ESO NO PUEDES ESCUCHARLE UNA CANCIÓN QUE SUENE IGUAL DOS VECES DISTINTAS 

TAMPOCO PUEDES SUMERGIRTE EN LA MISMA CANCIÓN, ES TAMBIÉN UN RÍO 

EL RIO DE QUIEN NO ES COBARDE 

The Coward ever sings no song by Henry David Thoreau 

The coward ever sings no song, 

He listens to no chime, 

He has no heart, he has no tongue, 

To build the lofty rhyme. 

 HDT 

THE HERO 

 What doth he ask? 

Some worthy task.

 Never to run Till that be done, 

that never done 

Under the sun. 

Here to begin 

All things to win 

By his endeavor 

Forever and ever- 

Happy and well 

On this ground to dwell 

This soil subdue 

Plant and renew. 

By might & main 

Health & strength gain 

So to give nerve 

To his slenderness 

Yet Some mighty pain 

He would sustain. 

So to preserve 

His tenderness. 

Not be deceived 

Of suffring bereaved 

Not lose his life 

By living too well 

Nor escape strife 

In his lonely cell 

And so find out Heaven 

By not knowing Hell. 

Strength like the rock 

To withstand any shock

 — Yet some Aaron's rod 

Some smiting by god 

Occasion to gain 

To shed human tears 

And to entertain 

Not once for all, forever, blest, 

Still divine fears. 

Still to be cheered out of the west 

Not from his heart to banish all sighs 

Still be encouraged by the sun rise 

Forever to love and to love and to love 

Within him, around him — beneath him above 

To love is to know, is to feel, is to be 

At once 'tis his birth & his destiny 

For earthly pleasures

 Celestial pains 

Heavenly losses 

For earthly gains. 

Must we still eat 

The bread we have spurned

 Must we rekindle 

The faggots we've burned

 — Must we go out 

By the poor man's gate 

Die by degrees 

Not by new fate.

 Is then no road 

This way my friend 

Is there no road 

Without any end 

When I have slumbered 

I have heard sounds 

As travellers passing

 Over my grounds 

'Twas a sweet music 

Wafted them by 

I could not tell 

If far off or nigh. 

Unless I dreamed it 

This was of yore

- But I never told it 

To mortal before

 — Never remembered 

But in my dreams 

What to me waking 

A miracle seems 

If you will give of your pulse or your grain 

We will rekindle those flames again 

Here will we tarry it is without doubt 

Till a miracle putteth that fire out. 

 

(A MIRACLE SEEMS: POETS MAY BE BORN AND SING IN OUR DAY, IN THE PRESIDENCY OF JOE BIDEN)

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