segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2013

Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964)




Esse é o terceiro disco de Dylan e o primeiro só com composições próprias — aqui estão algumas das canções mais importantes que ele já fêz. A tônica é a crítica política e social e o clima é bem sombrio. O disco foi lançado nos Estados Unidos um pouco antes da primeira turnê de Dylan pela Inglaterra e, quando o single com a faixa título foi lançado por lá, o impacto que causou fêz até com que o LP anterior, Freewheeling, saltasse para o primeiro lugar nas paradas. E os tempos continuam mudando, sempre para pior. Fazer o quê, né? Tome mais uma xícara de café antes de ir.


Bob Dylan -violão, harmônica e vocal

1  The Times They Are a-Changin'
2  Ballad of Hollis Brown
3  With God on Our Side
4  One Too Many Mornings
5  North Country Blues
6  Only a Pawn in Their Game
7  Boots of Spanish Leather
8  When the Ship Comes In
9  The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
10 Restless Farewell


Come gather round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance wont come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheels still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That its namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you cant understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you cant lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin