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Bob Dylan - mr Tambourine man 1964

“Moon, you who see him Tell him how much I love him Moon, you who see him Tell him how much I miss him Tonight I know he is Contemplating you Just like me Through you, I want to give him a kiss You who know about loneliness Advise him, please To come back, convince him I beg you Moon, you who see him Tell him how much I suffer Moon, tell him to come back Because it's been too long You who know where he is Caress him with my love Tell him you are the one I love the most You who know where he goes Illuminate his path Because maybe It's not good, it's not good, maybe it's not good And tell him that I love him

Jennie stole my heart❤❤❤ I FELL HEAD OVER HEELS FOR MY QUEEN❤ she’s so amazing. She murdered me with her charisma❤

Lover To the Dawn. Cygnet Committee. Cygnet Committee (BBC, 1970). People, especially young people, more and more find themselves in the iron grip of authoritarian institutions. Reaction against the pigs or teachers in the schools, welfare pigs or the army, is generalizable and extends beyond the particular repressive institution to the society and the State as a whole. The legitimacy of the State is called into question for the first time in at least 30 years, and the anti-authoritarianism which characterizes the youth rebellion turns into rejection of the State, a refusal to be socialized into American society. Kids used to try to beat the system from inside the army or from inside the schools; now they desert from the army and burn down the schools. First manifesto of what would become Weatherman, published in New Left Notes, 18 June 1969. This country is crying out for a leader. God knows what it is looking for, but if it’s not careful it’s going to end up with a Hitler. David Bowie, interview with Music Now!, 20 December 1969. And we can force you to be free And we can force you to believe “Cygnet Committee.” “Cygnet Committee” begins as David Bowie’s break-up letter to the Arts Lab, a communal arts venture he had co-founded that was run out of the back room of a Beckenham pub, and over its near-ten-minute span the song becomes a bile-filled, self-righteous attack aimed at the counterculture itself. So something whose roots are in petty, specific gripes (Bowie had hoped the Arts Lab (which featured everything from tie-dying lessons to free-form jazz performances) would be a free-flowing exchange of ideas, and found it was mainly a bunch of grubby, needy kids trying to latch onto the slightly-more-famous types like Bowie-“I opened doors that would have blocked their way…I ravaged my finance just for those”) blossoms into a jeremiad against the New Left, cult figures, false hippie capitalists, deluded kids and their various empty slogans (including “kick out the jams” and “love is all we need”): it’s an unrelenting damning of a movement that Bowie was barely part of. Two centuries before, England had avoided the revolutions that overtook America and France, and by 1969-1971 it seemed like the pattern was repeating-where French students had rioted in Paris and nearly caused DeGaulle’s government to collapse, and radical American students were bombing the Capitol and the Pentagon, the UK had remained relatively quiet (“London was the vacuum of late 1960s rebellion,” Peter Doggett). So “Cygnet Committee”‘s sustained burst of rage and elaborate paranoia seems unearned. After all, what did the guy who wrote “Laughing Gnome” or “Space Oddity” really have to say about the Revolution? Bowie wasn’t the only one to sense a blackness at the heart of the counterculture-Pete Townshend had just written a rock opera about false messiahs, pop cultism and the rise of mob philosophy (or just listen to the way Merry Clayton’s voice cracks when she sings “Rape! Murder!” in “Gimme Shelter”). For Bowie, “Cygnet Committee” is the portal through which he would descend into his ’70s obsessions-supermen, glam violence, glam fascism, cults of personalities and various dystopias-and some of those figures appear in shadowy form here, slitting throats, killing children, betraying friends. Although Bowie ends the song with a plea for love and freedom, you’re left mainly with the phrase “I want to live,” the simplest, humblest request that a human being can make. The song seems like a patchwork of three or four different pieces sewn together (it has at least one recognizable ancestor: the second/fifth verses and the start of the third/sixth are reused from a Bowie composition called “Lover to the Dawn” which he had demoed with John Hutchinson earlier in 1969). Two fairly concise four-line verses (sung over acoustic guitar, a fluid bassline and legato electric guitar) are followed by a 13-line, 48-bar rambling monster of a verse, which begins with a basic 4/4 rock accompaniment and then slackens into looser, almost free-form lines. The pattern repeats and this time the rambling verse (call it the radical faction) now conquers the song, extending for over five minutes until the fadeout. There is a coherence to it all, as the three verses are in step-up pattern (they begin in D, Eb and F, respectively, with the “rant” section of the third verse, for lack of a better word, starting in A Minor). The final exhortation (“I want to believe!”) is delivered over twining guitar and keyboard lines. “Cygnet Committee” can be wearying to listen all the way through (at least I find), as the players either won’t or can’t rock when the song cries out for it-if you’re quoting the MC5, you ought to be laying down some heavy fire. Bowie’s vocal, in which he seems to be bleeding and purging himself so as to be ready for the years to come, carries much of the track. Several writers have called this Bowie’s “first masterpiece,” which seems an overreach, though Bowie certainly was clawing here after something grander and more resonant than most of his earlier works. For an artist often accused of being cold and calculating, it’s a messy, wildly human performance. Recorded ca. August-September 1969, on Space Oddity.

No one sings it like David ruffin

The Genius of the LEGENDARY Iconic musical treasure Mr William Smokey Robinson ❤️

8.5 ???? its more like 100/10 ! The greatest performance of all times !

So, as a diehard Rush fan, I could not appreciate your reaction. But, as a diehard Rush fan, I loved your reaction. Thank you both for your time and recognition. ☮️

Nice taste! Try their "Peg,"

that's a motley crue song, but that's not motley crue you're showing. Those are actor from the movie "the dirt"

this song is specifically talking about gays getting bullied but they fail to realize we all get bullied

Mck Wayne was the guitarist on this recording.

The Beatles are AVERAGE!!!!!!!!!?????? WOW The kid on the left has no idea what he is talking about. If you don’t like the Beatles say it and stop there. Don’t fake praise them. I lived through Beatlemania It was Awesome! 100 years from now they will still be one of the top selling artists. Not the crap that is put out now.

It's a song about disillusionment in movements that start with love and ideals, they take up arms to force their point of view and realise the ugliness of what they're doing. The ideals put the "cause" first, give your brother, your mother, kill people of religion and then you end up with dead children on the ground.

Weak

King of pop...Prince or Michael Jackson? Idk

Your lost dude.

The volume on the song was very low on my computer. And I've always felt this v ideo was a distraction from the landscape of the song. The video isn't relevant to the lyrics, it was just a promotional video from footage shot at the recording session. Still, in my opinion one of the greatest and most innovative Beatles masterpieces.

Idiots you need to do your homework before you react to the videos

Beatles Goat

Well these two know jack shit.

Please don’t explain lyrics to us. Tell us how you feel. This is a reaction, not an explication. 😊

Great music, end of.

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what do u mean its not that bad!!!! we fuken rocked!!! LOL

Listen to “Ubiquitous” By Zorton. Luv the channel. ❤

Ya’ll should check out “The Quiet Hill” By Zorton.

“Coffin water” by Zorton? 😂

You should check out Zorton 👀😂

Hey young bloods, they were a vocal group, NOT a band. And one of the best vocal groups ever!!!

He was 22 years old when he composed this song, which I consider a masterpiece, due to the depth of its lyrics. David questioned everything and took us with him in each of his questions!

It's gonna break, cave in on itself. Love is terminal, not built to last. Burn bright burn fast. Beautiful

The cygnet ring a traditional English who's who , THE family seal ,crest , I went there with this track

Thank you! I was born in 71'.....it took me a minute to appreciate this tune and when I did....GLORIOUS! ITS SO GOOD....'They drained my very soul DRY'....

At least the name of their channel is fitting

Just listen n don't talk stupid! You can say anything when the song is over

Just because they have screwed up lyrics doesn't mean they don't have to be taken serious. I don't take YOU serious.

His best song! The passion in his voice ❤

Nice reaction

Love the song nice, slow romantics.

You dind't see the whole video.

Everyone but you assh*les like this fckng band.

8.9 for that production?. I'd like to see your tens :) I caught a few of the Pulse shows and Sorrow was also one of my favorites for intensity of GROOVE and entire band laying in on the beat breaks enhanced with the light effect. Pulse is a special production. Your fortunate to be able to experience this. CN and Sorrow were two stand out experiences for sure. The last night I saw pulse was outdoors raining standing center field watching pigs fly over my head with laser beam eyes.

Ridiculous are you watching the video with those stupid donkey faces.

Your reaction is like null, dudes

4:00 I'll use this screenshot as avatar on my profile

Almost a stand up comedy show

A fucking classic! Class of 85! 😁🤟

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