Live at Carnegie Hall 1963 es un álbum de Bob Dylan, publicado en 2005 por Columbia. El disco incluye 6 canciones, entre ellas «The Times They Are a-Changin'», «Ballad of Hollis Brown», «Boots of Spanish Leather» y «Lay Down Your Weary Tune».
Sobre el álbum
La discografía de Bob Dylan nos ofrece con esta grabación otra ventana a su crucial año 1963. Este concierto en el prestigioso Carnegie Hall de Nueva York muestra a un Dylan ya aclamado como una de las figuras más importantes de la escena folk. Su actuación es de una madurez y un control asombrosos para un artista de su edad. Aunque solo se publicaron oficialmente unas pocas canciones de este concierto durante años, el lanzamiento completo demuestra la fuerza de toda la velada.
El repertorio incluye no solo sus canciones de protesta más famosas, sino también baladas de amor y blues, mostrando la amplitud de su talento. 'Live at Carnegie Hall 1963' es un testimonio de su poder como solista, capaz de cautivar a una gran audiencia solo con su voz, su guitarra y su armónica.
Listado de Canciones
- The Times They Are a-Changin'4:04
- Ballad of Hollis Brown6:03
Letra
Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin brokin' down. You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe. The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pocket tell you That you ain't a-got no friend. Your babies are crying louder now It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder now It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well Your spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shels. Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shortgun That's hangin' on the wall. Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shortgun That you're holdin' in your hand. There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar. There's seven people dead On a south Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a south Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born. - Boots of Spanish Leather5:39
Letra
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love, I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea, From the place that I'll be landing? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love, There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'. Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled, From across that lonesome ocean. Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden, Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona. Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'. That I might be gone a long time And it's only that I'm askin', Is there something I can send you to remember me by, To make your time more easy passin'. Oh, how can, how can you ask me again, It only brings me sorrow. The same thing I want from you today, I would want again tomorrow. I got a letter on a lonesome day, It was from her ship a-sailin', Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again, It depends on how I'm a-feelin'. Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way, I'm sure your mind is roamin'. I'm sure your heart is not with me, But with the country to where you're goin'. So take heed, take heed of the western wind, Take heed of the stormy weather. And yes, there's something you can send back to me, Spanish boots of Spanish leather. - Lay Down Your Weary Tune5:04
- North Country Blues4:16
- With God on Our Side6:49