Bob Dylan , Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Bob Dylan, It's Not Dark Yet

Bob Dylan , Tomorrow Is a Long Time (Audio)

When the Ship Comes In, Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan , Idiot Wind (Audio)

Bob Dylan , If Not for You (Audio)

Bob Dylan , Desolation Row (Audio)

Bob Dylan , Lay Lady Lay

Bob Dylan , Shelter from the Storm (Audio)

Tomorrow Is A Long Time, Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan , All Along the Watchtower (Audio)

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl

Bob Dylan , Seven Curses ((Live, April 12, 1963, New York City) [Audio])

Bob Dylan, Not Dark Yet

Bob Dylan , Lay Lady Lay

Bob Dylan & GD, Watching The River Flow 7/19/1987 Eugene, Oregon

Bob Dylan , She Belongs To Me

Bob Dylan , If Not For You

well..no, i could find the door :-)

we are not quite so helpless as we sometimes tend to imagine,

maybe it can be  a kind of wishful thinking, to be a baby mothered again,

sounds a bit American man, Mama and psychotherapy...:-), or maybe it is

a kind of unconscious internalized mimicry stuff, the crying baby trying

to attract Mama's attention?

but: i definitely like the song.

just must...as i am who i am...smile a bit, not without  humour with myself,

though i am not American but a man too...an old and a childish man at times.



i like the song because to hear the robin sing is another experience when

one is in love...with whosoever, with life or with a woman or  even with oneself.

the water is wide, bob dylan, joan baez

Bob Dylan ,Series Of Dreams

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Bob Dylan , I Want You

re-post i guess, another presentation