tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709672109049535230.post5529346249550474766..comments2024-01-13T13:16:43.365+01:00Comments on Bob Dylan in (het) Nederland(s): Dylan kort #1319Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709672109049535230.post-63453106154268365232020-04-17T21:14:31.685+02:002020-04-17T21:14:31.685+02:00Ballinalee is ook een mogelijke kandidaat, Frans. ...Ballinalee is ook een mogelijke kandidaat, Frans. Het zal binnenkort wel duidelijk worden... Groet, Floater.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709672109049535230.post-30129694897715283602020-04-17T18:55:52.237+02:002020-04-17T18:55:52.237+02:00Dat "I'm going to" in het eerste cou...Dat "I'm going to" in het eerste couplet is nog niet helemaal duidelijk.Franshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019045845575586715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709672109049535230.post-48994983464269135762020-04-17T16:54:04.446+02:002020-04-17T16:54:04.446+02:00Klopt, hij bezocht inderdaad het Achterhuis in jun...Klopt, hij bezocht inderdaad het Achterhuis in juni 1978.tom whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17543412959810962495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709672109049535230.post-49665925297597301912020-04-17T16:46:48.319+02:002020-04-17T16:46:48.319+02:00Today and tomorrow
And yesterday, too
The flowers ...Today and tomorrow<br />And yesterday, too<br />The flowers are dying<br />Like all things do<br />Follow me close<br />I’m going to Berlinale<br />I’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with me<br /><br />I fuss with my hair<br />And I fight blood feuds<br />I contain multitudes<br /><br />Got a tell-tale heart<br />Like Mr. Poe<br />Got skeletons in the walls<br />Of people you know<br />I’ll drink to the truth<br />And things we said<br />I’ll drink to the man that shares your bed<br /><br />I paint landscapes<br />And I paint nudes<br />I contain multitudes<br /><br />Red Cadillac<br />And a black mustache<br />Rings on my fingers<br />That sparkle and flash<br />Tell me what’s next<br />What shall we do?<br />Half my soul, baby, belongs to you<br /><br />I welk and I frolic<br />With all the young dudes<br />I contain multitudes<br /><br />I’m just like Anne Frank<br />And Indiana Jones<br />And them British bad-boys,<br />The Rolling Stones<br /><br />I go right to the edge<br />I go right to the end<br />I go right where all things lost<br />I made good again<br /><br />I sing the songs of experience<br />Like William Blake<br />I have no apologies to make<br />Everything’s flowing<br />All at same time<br />I live on a boulevard of crime<br /><br />I drive fast cars<br />And I eat fast foods<br />I contain multitudes<br /><br />Pink pedal pushers<br />Red blue jeans<br />All the pretty maids<br />And all the old queens<br />All the old queens<br />From all our past lives<br />I carry 4 pistols and 2 large knives<br /><br />I’m a man of contradictions<br />I’m a man of many moods<br />I contain multitudes<br /><br />You greedy old wolf<br />I show you my heart<br />But not all of it<br />Only the hateful part<br /><br />I sail you down the river<br />I put a price on your head<br />What more can I tell ya?<br />I sleep through life and death in the same bed<br /><br />Get lost, madam<br />Get up off my knee<br />Keep your mouth away from me<br />I’ll keep the path open<br />The path in my mind<br />I’ll see to it there’s no love left behind<br /><br />I play Beethoven’s sonatas<br />Chopin’s preludes<br />I contain multitudes<br /><br />Anne Frank museum. Ik heb ergens gelezen dat Dylan daar een bezoek aan heeft gebracht rond zijn optreden in de Kuip, in 1978. Groet, FloaterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com