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