Simple Twist of Fate (Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA – November 1975 [Au…

Simple Twist of Fate (Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA – November 1975 [Au…


62 thoughts on “Simple Twist of Fate (Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA – November 1975 [Au…

  1. I have a tie dyed shirt with that same picture on it. I wear it every week & it's one of my favorite shirts I own.

  2. I know this from BLOOD ON THE TRACKS. S'interesting to listen to an earlier version of an "old" favorite. Thanks.

  3. Beautiful song with raw, sincere vocal delivery. BOB ! ♡♡♡

    Incredible imagery, as always..
    Can see the sights, smell the environment….feel the emotions ✝️ God bless you Bobby..

  4. la voz en primerísimo plano, lo que ha abandonado y vuelto a adoptar y abandonado y así por la cuasi eternidad

  5. Ever see Everything Is Illuminated? I get my ring back in the end Bob. But what good will it do an old lady?

  6. …Course then maybe God won't turn the lights on for you- it hates to be seen naked with its penis in his daughter's hole. Which means I would in perpetuity think we are still at war, and I would still have boxes and boxes and boxes full of things cluttering my existence.

  7. Just watched the Movie 'Rolling Thunder Revue' which brought this tune to my attention, love it, the lyrics, melody, harmonica, brilliant. Highly recommend the movie too.

  8. There is a scene in the new Rolling Thunder Revue documentary where he's
    playing this at a faster tempo to a older group of board game
    enthusiasts. He is hunched behind the chordophones on the right side of
    the stage playing with a fury, I've been without for so long. It is as
    good as it will ever be in that moment. It may be a lot to ask, me
    being a stranger to you, however there is one here that knows where this
    crooked little piece of American history is in its entirety.

  9. There is a scene in the new Rolling Thunder Revue documentary where he's
    playing this at a faster tempo to a older group of board game
    enthusiasts. He is hunched behind the chordophones on the right side of
    the stage playing with a fury, I've been without for so long. It is as
    good as it will ever be in that moment. It may be a lot to ask, me
    being a stranger to you, however there is one here that knows where this
    crooked little piece of American history is in its entirety.

  10. Yes, they eat guinea pigs here in Ecuador, as well as Peru where I'm visiting next. They call them cuy. Isn't that great? Mmmmm… guinea pigs. Yummers.

  11. I confess that I am not kind to my own reflection. I hate to look into the mirror. Its a ugly thing. Yesterday on my long walk which ended with me screaming in front of dump truck loads full of trash being dumped directly into the river- upstream from where it flows into town- on the way back there was a man in the middle of the lane in the road. He perhaps was suicidal. There was another older man tagging along beside him, trying to talk to him, but he just kept walking in the road instead of on the side. I passed them, and looked back and the man in the road said something to me, calling me "jefe"- which I hate- since I got my haircut everyone thinks I'm a guy again. I don't understand enough Spanish to follow along with what people are saying let alone respond, so I just kept walking. But we were definitely going the same way. The same way.

    On a bus yesterday there was a man who might have had what they affectionately term as "developmental disabilities"- but besides being shorter than some and with a bigger nose, he seemed pretty normal to me. Except he had an empty can to gather coins with and made an enormous amount of noise- even singing a song for us, his captive audience, on the bus. I just thought it was too loud and too much. He was annoying. I didn't give him anything, though he paused when passing me on the bus with his can- expectantly. They think every foreigner is rich, especially the white ones it seems- and though I'm not, maybe I should have at least given him a dime. But I didn't want to encourage him to keep bothering people while they are on the bus.

    At the last longboard contest I went to where I didn't get one single photograph taken of me, though I was the only female contestant- there was another schizophrenic in the crowd who I met that night where we were all camping out. As the night went on he became worse and worse- accusing everyone there of being bad to him and against him, and though there was another fellow there being very kind to him and telling him that we were all on his side, he just kept on talking to himself and going on and on saying crazy things. When I was leaving the next morning I saw the guy- alone and without any friends anymore in a corner of the parking lot. His friends had apparently grew tired of his ranting and accusations and left him- without any car or way to get back to the city of Seattle where he was from. But did I stop and pick him up? No, that dude was too crazy for me. Two of us in the car would have been bad news I thought, and I just left him there- without a ride or a friend. Everything he thought came true I guess, and we were all against him- especially after he spoke out the way he did.

    And no I'm not the nicest person, the more time goes on I slide more to the other end of the scale of the not-so-nice. I would break the mirror of myself into a million pieces if I could and scatter it far and wide, but it looks as if it has already been done by God aka The Devil itself. And no I didn't help them. I only helped myself. Just like you Bob. Just like you.

  12. They sat together in the park
    As the evening sky got dark
    She looked at him and he felt a spark
    Tingled to his bones
    'Twas then he felt alone
    And wished that he'd gone straight
    And watched out for a simple twist of fate

    They walked along by the old canal
    A little confused, I remember well
    And stopped into a strange hotel
    With a neon burnin' bright
    He felt the heat of the night
    Hit him like a freight train
    Moving with a simple twist of fate

    A saxophone someplace softly played
    As she was walkin' on by the arcade
    She heard the melody rise and fade
    The sun was rising up
    She dropped a coin into the cup
    Of a blind man at the gate
    And forgot about a simple twist of fate

    He woke up, she was gone
    He didn't see nothing but the dawn
    He Got out of bed and put his clothes back on
    Pushed back the blinds
    Found a note she left behind
    To which he just could not relate
    All about a simple twist of fate

    He hears the ticking of the clocks
    And walks alone through the city blocs
    Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
    Where the sailors all toll in
    Maybe he’ll spot her once again
    How long must he wait?
    One more time, for a simple twist of fate
    People tell me it's a crime
    To know to much for too long a time
    She should have caught me in my prime
    She would have stayed with me
    Instead of going off to save
    And leaving me too many takes
    Upon that simple twist of fate
    Songwriters: Bob Dylan
    Simple Twist Of Fate lyrics © Audiam, Inc

  13. I'm always wondering who the blind man at the gate was- you know, you just don't see them panhandling very much, even in 3rd world countries or Grateful Dead concerts. They tend to be rather self sufficient as far as disabled people go, but perhaps you are just as blind as a bat Bob. I'm always amazed because I'll see these blind people sometimes like on the subway in Mexico City where I'm confused and lost but they aren't one bit. They have everything all memorized so they know exactly where they are and what stop to get off and how many steps to take to get to where ever they are going to which tend to be paying positions at real jobs. Sometimes you will see them singing with a speaker as accompaniment on the subways too, but that isn't just dropping a coin into a cup of a blind man at the gate- that's working for a living really.

  14. And then after being up all night listening to the young lady having a REALLY good time, as soon as I got off the bus today loaded with two backpacks including the laptop I didn't want to bring but had to in order to finish The Gospel of Bob I tripped on a hole in the sidewalk and fell, cracked the screen on my new expensive cellphone I had to buy so it would be unlocked internationally, and these dogs instantly started closing in and I got bit. I mean, does this shit happen to everyone? You just think it random? Normal? A simple twist of fate? The lady who owned the dogs was standing right there too- an poor indigenous woman- but she didn't even call her dogs off me and all these schoolkids on the street just watched. Not one helped me, and after I yelled at the dogs they just looked at me like I was Satan.

  15. we dont need rings we are twins i was born 4 th of may you 24 of may little late simple twtst of fate i am taurus and you gemini bob my love

  16. And somehow Jerry's vocals just got sadder and more heart rendering. I didn't think it was possible to top the sorrow of his song after he died, but you add this whole screaming for help for years on end situation on top of that, wow- it's even worse. Way worse https://youtu.be/a10NEdIhYjU

  17. An old joke it is God told me long ago, "maybe this is all just a misunderstanding" hahahahaha Fucking insanity. Because what? You can't speak fucking English and get paid well to talk to yourselves and think talking to yourself is normal and sane? I think your mental barrier to receiving a message from God is a bit more than a "misunderstanding" or a simple twist of fate. But just like checking yourself into a drug rehab center when you are having signs of heart failure- isn't it? READ THE SIGNS better than that shit would you Bob? I mean when love comes to town, then you decide marry someone else while trying to set your keyboardist up with her? Huh. There are many forms of love besides just romantic, I do hope someone gets that by now. Move Bob. Move! Toward a door!!!

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