Yes!!!! Been looking forward to this for a LONG time!
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.
Shakespeare from the Hibbing alleys
Wonderful song Bob D. 😘💕🥰, thank you 🥰
I know this from BLOOD ON THE TRACKS. S'interesting to listen to an earlier version of an "old" favorite. Thanks.
Jamais nascerá outro igual a você, Bob!!
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..
good one dude!!!!!!wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thumbs down ????
la voz en primerísimo plano, lo que ha abandonado y vuelto a adoptar y abandonado y así por la cuasi eternidad
Ever see Everything Is Illuminated? I get my ring back in the end Bob. But what good will it do an old lady?
…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.
Best version I know of
one of his best. much more forceful than the studio cut. vocals were great.
Amazing! Loved the movie!
Only so many songs can continually bring you back to a certain time or place. This is one of them.
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.
Doesn't this ring so true of a lost love in our own lives and the piece of sorrow we all carry?
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.
A great live version of a great song.
Wow, early version. It's cute to see how much he evolved those lyrics.
People tell me it's a sin
forget a ring i would like blue saphir
we are twins
born 4th of may you littlle late 24 th of may
yo man of the soilu are twins and me sugord taurus
Lost for words love love him xxx
we are twzins hot wanna rihg
what would I have done without you Bob Dylan…
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.
we are twins so forget a ring i do not need it to be yours wife
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.
forget a ring just marry me we are twins as your sign im taurus and artist
hang out with me i wait inquie
Truly Dylan at his very best… amazing performance one of many on this Rolling Thunder tour
They sat together in the parkAs the evening sky got darkShe looked at him and he felt a sparkTingled to his bones'Twas then he felt aloneAnd wished that he'd gone straightAnd watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canalA little confused, I remember wellAnd stopped into a strange hotelWith a neon burnin' brightHe felt the heat of the nightHit him like a freight trainMoving with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace softly playedAs she was walkin' on by the arcadeShe heard the melody rise and fadeThe sun was rising upShe dropped a coin into the cupOf a blind man at the gateAnd forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, she was goneHe didn't see nothing but the dawnHe Got out of bed and put his clothes back onPushed back the blindsFound a note she left behind To which he just could not relateAll about a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocksAnd walks alone through the city blocsHunts her down by the waterfront docksWhere the sailors all toll inMaybe he’ll spot her once againHow long must he wait?One more time, for a simple twist of fatePeople tell me it's a crimeTo know to much for too long a timeShe should have caught me in my primeShe would have stayed with me Instead of going off to saveAnd leaving me too many takesUpon that simple twist of fateSongwriters: Bob DylanSimple Twist Of Fate lyrics © Audiam, Inc
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.
just forget the rings we are twins bob dylan and karmen jazbec cantavros
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.
we are twins and dont need arings
we are twins and not need rings bob love is enough
i would be proud to be your wife bob
we dont need a rings we are twins so you should marry me
booooob i am talking to you heloooo
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
yeah bob i love you do you care kiss kiss
yeah bob we dont need rings we are twins
i have 3 blankets and cat in bed is still place for you to jump inha ha ha
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
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!!!
we don t need rings to marry we are twins bob dy.an kiss kiss
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