Bob Dylan - Like a rolling stone

Y van mil....

Vaya temporada de batir records y marcas personales (me empiezo a parecer al barça). Si, queridos lectores y lectoras, aquello que comenzó hace tres años y un poco más, un sabado por la mañana, lleva mil entradas, eso supone, mil canciones, mil tonadillas, mil comentarios, mil sentimientos, mil pensamientos, mil emociones, mil historias, mil momentos dedicados a este rincón...

Esto se merece ser celebrado por uno de los mejores temas de la historia de la música, incluso muchas de las listas (y mira que les gusta hacer listas) la consideran como la joya de la corona. Yo ni entro ni salgo, me parece muy osado nombrar una canción de esta manera. Dejémoslo en una de las mejores canciones de la historia. La historia de este tema pasa por un gran abucheo que recibió Bob cuando fue interpreatda por primera vez. La gente esperaba a ese cantautor folk su guitarra y sones acusticos, y de pronto se encuentran a una banda de rock en toda regla interpretando este tema electrico que combina el folk y el rock...y se produjo el acabose. o el comenzose, porque esto no dejo de ser un nuevo impulso en la carrera de este gran artista, influyente donde los haya y fundamental para todo aquel que quiera entender un poco esta movida.

Que hable Dylan...yo ya dije bastante, dejaros imbuir en el influjo del órgano, del bucle argumental de la canción..y sentios rodar como una roca....




"Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?"