Álbum Real Live de Bob Dylan - Canciones
Real Live
1984 | 
Estilo(s) | Country Rock,Classic Rock
Sello | Columbia
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Este álbum en directo, Real Live, documenta la gira europea de Dylan en 1984, con una banda que incluye a Mick Taylor, exguitarrista de los Rolling Stones. En consecuencia, el sonido es musculoso y orientado al rock, con Taylor aportando solos de guitarra fluidos y potentes. De hecho, Dylan vuelve a reinventar su catálogo, ofreciendo versiones radicalmente diferentes de sus clásicos. Por ejemplo, "Tangled Up in Blue" se reescribe con nuevas letras, ofreciendo una perspectiva diferente de la historia.
Sin embargo, la producción del álbum fue criticada por su sonido excesivamente pulido y típico de los ochenta, que a veces resta fuerza a las interpretaciones. A pesar de ello, la interacción entre Dylan y Mick Taylor es a menudo electrizante. Como resultado, 'Real Live' es un documento interesante de esa época, que captura a Dylan tratando de encontrar su lugar en el panorama sonoro de la década.
Listado de canciones del álbum Real Live
- Highway 61 RevisitedVer letra 5:07
[X]letra de Highway 61 Revisited
Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God said, "No" Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin', you better run"
Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this killin' done?"
God said, "Out on Highway 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run"
Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, "That way, down Highway 61"
Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
"I got forty red-white-and-blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61"
Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
"My complexion," she says, "is much too white"
He said, "Come here and step into the light"
He said, "Hmm, you're right, let me tell the second mother this has been done"
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61
Now, the roving gambler he was very bored
Trying to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61" - Maggie's Farm 4:54
- I and IVer letra 6:00
[X]letra de I and I
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Think I'll go out and go for a walk
Not much happening here, nothing ever does
Besides, if she wakes up now, she'll just want to talk
I got nothing to say, 'specially about whatever it was.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man see my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don't win the race
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face
And see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Outside of two men on a train platform there's nothing in sight
They're waiting for spring to come, smoking down the trck
The world could come to an end tonight, bt that's all right
She could still be there sleeping when I get back.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Noontime, and I'm still pushing myself along the road, the darkest part
Into the narrow lanes, I can't stumble or stay put
Someone else is speaking with my mouth, but I'm listening with my heart
I've made shoes for everyone, even you, while I go barefoot.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives. - License to Kill 3:26
- It Ain't Me Babe 5:17
- Tangled Up in Blue 6:54
- Masters of War 6:35
- Ballad of a Thin ManVer letra 3:05
[X]letra de Ballad of a Thin Man
You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard but you don't understand
Just what you will say when you get home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You raise up your head and you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says, "It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?" and somebody else says, "Well, what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
But something is happening and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You hand in your ticket and you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible!" as he hands you a bone
And something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You have many contacts among the lumberjacks
To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you to all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
Ah, you've been with the professors and they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well-read, it's well-known
But something is happening here and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels
He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice, he asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan"
And you know something is happening but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Now, you see this one-eyed midget shouting the word "Now"
And you say, "For what reason?" and he says, "How"
And you say, "What does this mean?" and he screams back, "You're a cow!
Give me some milk or else go home"
And you know something's happening but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Well, you walk into the room like a camel, and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket and your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law against you comin' around
You should be made to wear earphones
'Cause something is happening and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones? - Girl from the North Country 4:25
- Tombstone Blues 4:32
Este álbum en directo, Real Live, documenta la gira europea de Dylan en 1984, con una banda que incluye a Mick Taylor, exguitarrista de los Rolling Stones. En consecuencia, el sonido es musculoso y orientado al rock, con Taylor aportando solos de guitarra fluidos y potentes. De hecho, Dylan vuelve a reinventar su catálogo, ofreciendo versiones radicalmente diferentes de sus clásicos. Por ejemplo, "Tangled Up in Blue" se reescribe con nuevas letras, ofreciendo una perspectiva diferente de la historia.
Sin embargo, la producción del álbum fue criticada por su sonido excesivamente pulido y típico de los ochenta, que a veces resta fuerza a las interpretaciones. A pesar de ello, la interacción entre Dylan y Mick Taylor es a menudo electrizante. Como resultado, 'Real Live' es un documento interesante de esa época, que captura a Dylan tratando de encontrar su lugar en el panorama sonoro de la década.
[X]
Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"letra de Highway 61 Revisited
Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God said, "No" Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin', you better run"
Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this killin' done?"
God said, "Out on Highway 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run"
Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, "That way, down Highway 61"
Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
"I got forty red-white-and-blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61"
Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
"My complexion," she says, "is much too white"
He said, "Come here and step into the light"
He said, "Hmm, you're right, let me tell the second mother this has been done"
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61
Now, the roving gambler he was very bored
Trying to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61"
[X]
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bedletra de I and I
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Think I'll go out and go for a walk
Not much happening here, nothing ever does
Besides, if she wakes up now, she'll just want to talk
I got nothing to say, 'specially about whatever it was.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man see my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don't win the race
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face
And see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Outside of two men on a train platform there's nothing in sight
They're waiting for spring to come, smoking down the trck
The world could come to an end tonight, bt that's all right
She could still be there sleeping when I get back.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Noontime, and I'm still pushing myself along the road, the darkest part
Into the narrow lanes, I can't stumble or stay put
Someone else is speaking with my mouth, but I'm listening with my heart
I've made shoes for everyone, even you, while I go barefoot.
I and I
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
[X]
You walk into the room with your pencil in your handletra de Ballad of a Thin Man
You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard but you don't understand
Just what you will say when you get home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You raise up your head and you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says, "It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?" and somebody else says, "Well, what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
But something is happening and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You hand in your ticket and you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible!" as he hands you a bone
And something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You have many contacts among the lumberjacks
To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you to all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
Ah, you've been with the professors and they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well-read, it's well-known
But something is happening here and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels
He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice, he asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan"
And you know something is happening but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Now, you see this one-eyed midget shouting the word "Now"
And you say, "For what reason?" and he says, "How"
And you say, "What does this mean?" and he screams back, "You're a cow!
Give me some milk or else go home"
And you know something's happening but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Well, you walk into the room like a camel, and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket and your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law against you comin' around
You should be made to wear earphones
'Cause something is happening and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
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