Desire de Bob Dylan

Listado de Canciones

1. Hurricane8:33
   Vídeo Letra

   

   Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand. I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that. In Paterson that's just the way things go. If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you want to draw the heat. Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops. Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in, Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!" Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame. "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?" "Don't forget that you are white." Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure." Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow. You'll be doin' society a favor. That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver. We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim." Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much. It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail. But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they trialed a man into a mouse. All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance. The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed. Rubin Carter was falsely tried. The crime was murder "one," guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell. That's the story of the Hurricane, But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
2. Isis6:58

   Letra

   I married Isis on the fifth day of May But I could not hold on to her very long So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong. I came to a high place of darkness and light The dividing line ran through the center of town I hitched up my pony to a post on the right Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down. A man in the corner approached me for a match I knew right away he was not ordinary He said "Are you looking for something easy to catch ?" I said "I got no money". He said "That ain't necessary". We set out that night for the cold in the North I gave him my blanket he gave me his word I said "Where are we going ?" He said "We'd be back by the fourth" I said "That's the best new that I've ever heard". I was thinking about turquoise I was thinking about gold I was thinking about diamonds and the world's biggest necklace As we rode through the canyons through the devilish cold I was thinking about Isis how she thought I was so reckless. How she told me that one day we meet up again And things would be different the next time we wed If I only could hang on and just be her friend I still can't remember all the best things she said. We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice He said "There's a body I'm trying to find If I carry it out it'll bring a good prize" It was then that I knew what he had on his mind. The wind it was howling and the snow was outrageous We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn When he died I was hoping that it wasn't contagious But I made up my mind that I had to go on. I broke into the tomb but the casket was empty There was no jewels no nothing I felt I'd been had When I saw that my partner was just being friendly When I took up his offer I must-a been mad. I picked up his body and I dragged him inside Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover I said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her. She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead. She said "Where ya been ?" I said "No place special ?" She said "You look different" I said "Well I guess" She said "You been gone" I said "That's only natural" She said "You gonna stay ?" I said "If you want me to, Yeah ". Isis oh Isis you mystical child What drives me to you is what drives me insane I still can remember the way that you smiled On the fifth day of May in the drizzling rain.
3. Mozambique3:00
4. One More Cup Of Coffee3:43
5. Oh, Sister4:05
6. Joey11:05
7. Romance in Durango5:50
8. Black Diamond Bay7:30

   Letra

   Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat. Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothing like that. And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind. She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in. She smiles, walks the other way As the last ship sails and the moon fades away From Black Diamond Bay. As the morning light breaks open, the Greek comes down And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write. "Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says, Carefully removes his fez, "Am I hearing you right?" And as the yellow fog is lifting The Greek is quickly heading for the second floor. She passes him on the spiral staircase Thinking he's the Soviet Ambassador, She starts to speak, but he walks away As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway On Black Diamond Bay. A soldier sits beneath the fan Doing business with a tiny man who sells him a ring. Lightning strikes, the lights blow out. The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout, "Can you see anything?" Then the Greek appears on the second floor In his bare feet with a rope around his neck, While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle, Says, "Open up another deck." But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,'' As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away From Black Diamond Bay. The desk clerk heard the woman laugh As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough. He tried to grab the woman's hand, Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand." She said, "That ain't enough." Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb. She passed the door that the Greek had locked, Where a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb." She knocked upon it anyway As the sun went down and the music did play On Black Diamond Bay. "I've got to talk to someone quick!" But the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the chair to the floor. He hung there from the chandelier. She cried, "Help, there's danger near Please open up the door!" Then the volcano erupted And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above. The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner Thinking of forbidden love. But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day," As the stars fell down and the fields burned away On Black Diamond Bay. As the island slowly sank The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room. The dealer said, "It's too late now. You can take your money, but I don't know how You'll spend it in the tomb." The tiny man bit the soldier's ear As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew, While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her, "My darling, je vous aime beaucoup." She sheds a tear and then begins to pray As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away From Black Diamond Bay. I was sitting home alone one night in L.A., Watching old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news. It seems there was an earthquake that Left nothing but a Panama hat And a pair of old Greek shoes. Didn't seem like much was happening, So I turned it off and went to grab another beer. Seems like every time you turn around There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear And there's really nothing anyone can say And I never did plan to go anyway To Black Diamond Bay.
9. Sara5:29