Mis 81 líneas favoritas en la discografía de Bob Dylan

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En las notas de The Freewheeling Bob Dylan aparece una palabra que engloba de forma profética el futuro del artista: Proteico. El artista cumbre del cambio en el que se cruzan los opuestos, las ideas y la fricción de las tradiciones con la velocidad revolucionaria del progreso. Para cada individuo que ama a Dylan, él es simultáneamente millones de cosas, todas diferentes y todas individuales desde el predicador hasta el bufón de la corte; del fiscal de distrito al jefe de Estado de un país que no existe; del misterio más absoluto al espíritu que siempre ha estado ahí. Este pequeño compilado se enfoca en una de sus facetas, el orfebre de palabras. Tomando única y exclusivamente mi criterio subjetivo he listado ochenta y un estrofas, líneas o palabras que ya sea por su belleza, contundencia o simplemente por la sensación que su unión transmite, son muestras del nivel de excepción que Dylan frecuenta entre mañanas y noches.

Bob Dylan


The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn’t Henry Porter.


Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’

I just might tell you the truth


There must be some way out of here


I will bring someone to life in more ways than one

Don’t matter how long it takes, it’ll be done when it’s done


The man says, «Get out of here

I’ll tear you limb from limb»

I said, «You know, they refused Jesus, too»

He said, «You’re not Him»


And I’ve never gotten used to it

I’ve just learned to turn it off

Either I’m too sensitive

Or else I’m gettin’ soft


All you can do is do what you must

You do what you must do and you do it well


An’ the silent night will shatter

From the sounds inside my mind

As I’m one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind


But lately I see her ribbons and her bows

Have fallen from her curls


I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me


What good am I if I know and don’t do?


I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear

As someone who has had you on his mind


A worried man with a worried mind

No one in front of me and nothing behind

There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne


The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keeping on


Love is all there is, it makes the world go ’round,

Love and only love, it can’t be denied,

No matter what you think about it,

You just won’t be able to do without it,

Take a tip from one who’s tried


You’re right from your side, I’m right from mine


I can’t help it,

If you might think I’m odd,

If I say I’m not loving you for what you are,

But for what you’re not


Once I had a pony, her name was Lucifer


«Shut your mouth, » said the wise old owl

Business is business, and it’s a murder most foul


Meantime life outside goes on all around you


Yonder stands your orphan with his gun

Crying like fire in the Sun


The rats have got your flour

Bad blood it got your mare

If there’s anyone that knows

Is there anyone that cares?


They’re selling postcards of the hanging


One day you’ll be in the ditch

Flies buzzin’ around your eyes

Blood on your saddle


Dreams never did work for me anyway,

Even when they did come true


All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime

Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme


I’m not sorry for nothin’ I’ve done,

I’m glad I fought, I only wish we’d won


The cavalries charged

The Indians fell

The cavalries charged

The Indians died


It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there


The kingdoms of Experience

In the precious wind they rot

While paupers change possessions

Each one wishing for what the other has got


The pump don’t work ‘cause the vandals took the handles


So when you see your neighbor carryin’ somethin’

Help him with his load

And don’t go mistaking Paradise

For that home across the road


Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously

But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately


You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hanging out

Now you don’t talk so loud

Now you don’t seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal


Every step of the way we walk the line

Your days are numbered, so are mine


Broken lines, broken strings

Broken threads, broken springs

Broken idols, broken heads

People sleeping in broken beds

Ain’t no use in jiving, ain’t no use in joking

Everything is broken


Do you want to make a deal?


Every man’s conscience is vile and depraved

You cannot depend on it to be your guide

When it’s you who must keep it satisfied


Yes, I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

You’d know what a drag it is to see you


Statues made of matchsticks crumble into one another


There’s too many people, too many to recall

I thought some of them were friends of mine, I was wrong about them all


If love is a sin then beauty is a crime


The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned


I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind

You could have done better but I don’t mind


This is how I spend my days

I came to bury not to praise

I`ll drink my fill and sleep alone

I pay in blood, but not my own


Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him


High water risin’, six inches ’bove my head

Coffins droppin’ in the street

Like balloons made out of lead


You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way


Yes, you,

You just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you reach?


Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people

They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made


Grandpa died last week and now he’s buried in the rocks

But everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked

But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he’d lost control

When he built a fire on Main Street and shot it full of holes


Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain

Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain


They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me

I can’t help it if I’m lucky


She knows there’s no success like failure and that failure’s no success at all


She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage

And never sat once at the head of the table

And didn’t even talk to the people at the table

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table


Today and tomorrow, and yesterday, too

The flowers are dyin’ like all things do


She was born in spring, but I was born too late


She says, “You can’t repeat the past.”

I say, “You can’t? What do you mean,

you can’t? Of course you can.”


They say prayer has the power to help

So pray for me mother

In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell

I’m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others

But oh, mother, things ain’t going well


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


Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag

Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag

Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove


And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They’d probably put my head in a guillotine


You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows


And you say, “What’s mine?”

And somebody else says, “Where what is?”

And you say, “Oh my God

Am I here all alone?”


God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but

The next time you see me comin’ you better run”


I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded with hatred


I would’ve gone on after you

But I didn’t feel like letting my head get blown off


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


And I hope that you die and your death’ll come soon

I will follow your casket in the pale afternoon

And I’ll watch while you’re lowered down to your deathbed

And I’ll stand o’er your grave ’til I’m sure that you’re dead


The ghost of ’lectricity howls in the bones of her face


It’s easy to see without looking too far

That not much is really sacred


Well, I try my best to be just like I am

But everybody wants you to be just like them

They sing while you slave and I just get bored


There’s seven people dead

On a South Dakota farm

There’s seven people dead

On a South Dakota farm

Somewhere in the distance

There’s seven new people born


I saw a white ladder all covered with water


Please her, please him, buy gifts

Don’t steal, don’t lift

Twenty years of schoolin’

And they put you on the day shift


Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth

You’re an idiot, babe

It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe


He not busy being born is busy dying


Half of the people can be part right all of the time

Some of the people can be all right part of the time

But all of the people can’t be all right all of the time

I think Abraham Lincoln said that

“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”

I said that


Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow


While money doesn’t talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony


And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinking