Farms: Mr. Tambourine Man (Live at the Newport Folk Festival. 1964)

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1. what is saying the guy at 0:45 ?
   ( just before Bob Dylan answers " yes, yes, i hear you well " )
2. in case you need a gypsy or a guide to let you know whats up this is the greatest folk musician of all time..It is one thing to write a song or two and play it well and tell a story, it is quite another to be assigned as the spokesman for the 60's generation God Bless you Bob you can speak for me anytime.
3. "Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand
   Vanished from my hand
   Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
   My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
   I have no one to meet
   And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming"
   
   There will never be another one like you Bob.
4. Can you imagine being at this dogshit communal...whatever, listening to hours and fucking hours of complete idiotic hippie diarrhea singing about soy beans and hemp and then, OUT OF THE FUCKING BLUE, Bob Dylan shows up?
5. All about heroin lol fuckn love this song!!!!!!
6. A true pioneer... complexity within simplicity. I can't believe it took me 23 years to hit a Bob Dylan phase, but wow am I in one. What a legend.
7. ward 2017
8. Genial! Música de verdade.
9. Look at him go at the song with just a guitar, harmonica and his voice, this is true art, so pleasant and primitive yet it somehow captures all the best elements of music that our ears can truly appreciate :)
   
   I hope that future artists explore these basic elements more and bring back the songs that do not tire our ears with bass and beats.
10. Ah, poetry. It's good for the soul.
11. A true modern-day prophet he was
12. what a terrible ass song, ugly voice and rat face man.
13. He certainly let his hard reign be heard at an award given him...
14. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
    
    Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand
    Vanished from my hand
    Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
    My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
    I have no one to meet
    And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
    
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
    Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
    My senses have been stripped
    My hands can't feel to grip
    My toes too numb to step
    Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
    I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
    Into my own parade
    Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
    
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
    
    Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly through the sun
    It's not aimed at anyone
    It's just escaping on the run
    And but for the sky there are no fences facing
    And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
    To your tambourine in time
    It's just a ragged clown behind
    I wouldn't pay it any mind
    It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing
    
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
    
    Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
    Down the foggy ruins of time
    Far past the frozen leaves
    The haunted frightened trees
    Out to the windy bench
    Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
    Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
    With one hand waving free
    Silhouetted by the sea
    Circled by the circus sands
    With all memory and fate
    Driven deep beneath the waves
    Let me forget about today until tomorrow
    
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
15. ont dirait un concert a moscou du temps de staline
16. What was the guy saying at 0:30?
17. What a window into time. Great treat.
18. 1963 guy
19. c est mon genie
20. bob est une icone c est toute ma vie..