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so as part of my lesson in english today, we had to critically analyze this song as a class. have to admit though, it was nothing like loyas...disappointing..anyway, for those of you that read this journal, i strongly urge you to download this song. its worth it.
a hard rains a-gonna fall
-bob dylan
oh,where have you been, my blue eyed son?/oh,where have you been my darling young one?/ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,/ive walked and ive crawled on six crooked highways,/ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,/ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,/ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,/and its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard,/ and its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
oh,what did you see, my blue eyed son?/oh what did you see, my darling young one?/i saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it/i saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,/i saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',/i saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',/i saw a white ladder all covered with water,/i saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,/i saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,/and its a hard, and its a hard,its a hard/and its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
and what did you hear,my blue eyed son?/and what did you hear,my darling young one?/i heard the sound of a thunder,it roared out a warnin',/heard the roao of a wave that could drown the whole world,/heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',/heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'/heard one person starve, i heard many people laughin',/heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,/heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,/and its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, its a hard/ and its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
oh,who did you meet, my blue eyed son?/who did you meet, my darling young one?/i met a young child beside a dead pony,/i met a white man who walked a black dog,/i met a young woman whose body was burning,/i met a young gilr, she gave me a rainbow,/i met one man who was wounded in love,/i met another man who was wounded with hatred,/and its a hard, its a hard, its a hard,/ its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
oh,what'll you do now,my blue eyed son?/oh what'll you do now, my darling young one?/im a-goin' back out fore the rain starts a fallin',/ill walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,/where the people are many and their hands are all empty,/where the pellets of poison are flooding the waters,/where the home in the valley, meets the damp dirty prison,/where the executioners face is always well hidden,/where the hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten,/where black is the color, where none is the number,/all i'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,/and reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,/then i'll hard,its a hard,its a hard/ its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
i read somewhere that one time john lennon ran into bob dylan and said, "wow, your writing about all these great ideas that have so many messages, but your singing sucks."
dylan replies, " wow, your singing all these songs, but nothing ever gets said."
after that time, one will notice that the lyrics to the songs by the beatles actually started to have meaning to the public. hmm...and people said that bob dylan wasnt political....yeah right.
a hard rains a-gonna fall
-bob dylan
oh,where have you been, my blue eyed son?/oh,where have you been my darling young one?/ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,/ive walked and ive crawled on six crooked highways,/ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,/ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,/ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,/and its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard,/ and its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
oh,what did you see, my blue eyed son?/oh what did you see, my darling young one?/i saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it/i saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,/i saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',/i saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',/i saw a white ladder all covered with water,/i saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,/i saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,/and its a hard, and its a hard,its a hard/and its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
and what did you hear,my blue eyed son?/and what did you hear,my darling young one?/i heard the sound of a thunder,it roared out a warnin',/heard the roao of a wave that could drown the whole world,/heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',/heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'/heard one person starve, i heard many people laughin',/heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,/heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,/and its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, its a hard/ and its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
oh,who did you meet, my blue eyed son?/who did you meet, my darling young one?/i met a young child beside a dead pony,/i met a white man who walked a black dog,/i met a young woman whose body was burning,/i met a young gilr, she gave me a rainbow,/i met one man who was wounded in love,/i met another man who was wounded with hatred,/and its a hard, its a hard, its a hard,/ its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
oh,what'll you do now,my blue eyed son?/oh what'll you do now, my darling young one?/im a-goin' back out fore the rain starts a fallin',/ill walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,/where the people are many and their hands are all empty,/where the pellets of poison are flooding the waters,/where the home in the valley, meets the damp dirty prison,/where the executioners face is always well hidden,/where the hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten,/where black is the color, where none is the number,/all i'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,/and reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,/then i'll hard,its a hard,its a hard/ its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
i read somewhere that one time john lennon ran into bob dylan and said, "wow, your writing about all these great ideas that have so many messages, but your singing sucks."
dylan replies, " wow, your singing all these songs, but nothing ever gets said."
after that time, one will notice that the lyrics to the songs by the beatles actually started to have meaning to the public. hmm...and people said that bob dylan wasnt political....yeah right.