// Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there // With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair // She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns //
They're so foolish. They still haven't figured out what the rest of the industry pretty much has: that they get more $ (& €, & ¥, & £, & ฿, & ₽, &c) if they leave these tracks up than take them down. Shortsighted greed is shortsighted.
This is brilliance. Thanks for giving it the REAL hifi treatment it requires. Don't think I've heard this one before; any idea which performance, when, where, &c?
I met a woman in the graveyard tonight. Really strange cos I’d been thinking about her yesterday and today. I was hoping to meet her. For years now I’ve had a memorial card my mother had kept relating to her 16 year old then older sister who died 7/7/76. Poor girl was hit by a car near the Moneymore Road in Magherafelt. She was on a bicycle at the time. I was away at the time in Teelin near Slieve League (highest sea cliffs in Europe btw) which I saw for first time that summer. Irish language school and the teachers made us walk up there which took hours on the hottest summer ever. Anyways, I drove this woman here. Only us two in graveyard and she had walked there. I gave her a memorial card my mum had kept of her sister. In pristine condition. She was overjoyed. She had come to my dad’s funeral and month’s mind. A caring woman. Mother of four. Midwife. A husband called Joe whom she seemed eager to phone and reassure she would be home soon…. I was in the same year as her youngest sister for 14 years. She wasn’t part of my trendy crowd. But she was a nice girl too. Very hardworking and became a GP. I last met her on the day of the A level results in August 1981. Her sister Teresa died on Tony’s 16th birthday. I met Tony with my then boyfriend Michael on Tony’s 27th birthday when I had a drink with the two of them as Michael wanted me to meet his best friend. Michael died 8 months later leaving a note which devastated me for years saying he loved me more than anything else on earth. I’d no fucking idea of that. He certainly didn’t communicate that to me while alive. Four years after Michael died, I got involved with Tony who up until then had been with a lovely woman called Mary while having affairs all over the shop. I’d not even seen him that way. I liked her more. He suddenly kissed me one night in a pub in Tooting and left Mary the next morning. To this day I think she blames me for the break up of her and Tony and I never bothered to tell her there had been three or four others in the background when she did night shifts. Women who she considered her friends. But as I often told Tony we should never have got involved. He was always a better friend than lover. And of course, leopards and spots. Anytime we so much as had a tiff about where to go on holiday, it was quite amazing how some woman would telepathically know this and end up in his bed within 24 hours. And all the women had fairly male names too. Jo and Sam and there might even have been a Frankie too. Fuck knows what all that was about. Except a serious error of judgement on my part. I remember telling my friend Trish who loaned me money recently, about 25 years ago, cos she asked, what’s in his favour. Well I said he’s a good shag and he’s a good cook. She said CC!, why TF don’t you marry him? I said well I want more than that. She told me I was mad. My expectations of men were too great. That most women never even get that. FFFFS. But I’m not most women.
This is by far the best, rawest version I've ever heard of this song
If it aint raw it aint Bob...peace
earl maura , love, and dope ✌️
Raw and nasty,in true old school Dylan style.His old stuff was the best.
Today, may 24/2021, happy birthday Bob!!!
Love this version ... Love Bob's vocals .. One of my favorite songs ❤ ... Love the rawness of this version ...
// Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there // With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair // She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns //
That drumming! Howie Wyeth was great.
Beauty walks the razor's edge.... ❤️
There may not be a better song ever written..
Perry McCue Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands. ;)
My favorite song of all time. Hands down!
Really great version. My favourites plural are still BOTT and Budokan….ahhhhh…….
This is fantastic! What a bass line! And what energy from Dylan.
Great way to start my day love this song ❤️
Shame on the four people that disliked this
play it x1.25 and you find back the live version of 1976 fort collins lol i Love it
Always makes you feel that you've gone through this in another format.
The live Colorado State version of this song is so amazing!! Plays it faster ! That version can’t be touched!
day 7689 still searching for studio version
Official releases are immediately taken down by TH-cam
Don Draper sad
They're so foolish.
They still haven't figured out what the rest of the industry pretty much has: that they get more $ (& €, & ¥, & £, & ฿, & ₽, &c) if they leave these tracks up than take them down. Shortsighted greed is shortsighted.
Gotta look outside youtube sometimes.
You can also use "clipconverter" to download it from vimeo ;-)
great version
Cadê os Brasileiros que ouvem mister Bob Dylan?🇧🇷
Euzinha. ❤️❤️❤️
Eu escuto Bob Dylan qd acordo e qd vou dormir.
@@angeladeoliveira437 ,Aí sim Hein,Bob Dylan é fera,escuto direto também
Amo amo é demais
This is brilliance.
Thanks for giving it the REAL hifi treatment it requires.
Don't think I've heard this one before; any idea which performance, when, where, &c?
Sounds like Dylan and nobody else
I met a woman in the graveyard tonight. Really strange cos I’d been thinking about her yesterday and today. I was hoping to meet her. For years now I’ve had a memorial card my mother had kept relating to her 16 year old then older sister who died 7/7/76. Poor girl was hit by a car near the Moneymore Road in Magherafelt. She was on a bicycle at the time. I was away at the time in Teelin near Slieve League (highest sea cliffs in Europe btw) which I saw for first time that summer. Irish language school and the teachers made us walk up there which took hours on the hottest summer ever. Anyways, I drove this woman here. Only us two in graveyard and she had walked there. I gave her a memorial card my mum had kept of her sister. In pristine condition. She was overjoyed. She had come to my dad’s funeral and month’s mind. A caring woman. Mother of four. Midwife. A husband called Joe whom she seemed eager to phone and reassure she would be home soon…. I was in the same year as her youngest sister for 14 years. She wasn’t part of my trendy crowd. But she was a nice girl too. Very hardworking and became a GP. I last met her on the day of the A level results in August 1981. Her sister Teresa died on Tony’s 16th birthday. I met Tony with my then boyfriend Michael on Tony’s 27th birthday when I had a drink with the two of them as Michael wanted me to meet his best friend. Michael died 8 months later leaving a note which devastated me for years saying he loved me more than anything else on earth. I’d no fucking idea of that. He certainly didn’t communicate that to me while alive. Four years after Michael died, I got involved with Tony who up until then had been with a lovely woman called Mary while having affairs all over the shop. I’d not even seen him that way. I liked her more. He suddenly kissed me one night in a pub in Tooting and left Mary the next morning. To this day I think she blames me for the break up of her and Tony and I never bothered to tell her there had been three or four others in the background when she did night shifts. Women who she considered her friends. But as I often told Tony we should never have got involved. He was always a better friend than lover. And of course, leopards and spots. Anytime we so much as had a tiff about where to go on holiday, it was quite amazing how some woman would telepathically know this and end up in his bed within 24 hours. And all the women had fairly male names too. Jo and Sam and there might even have been a Frankie too. Fuck knows what all that was about. Except a serious error of judgement on my part. I remember telling my friend Trish who loaned me money recently, about 25 years ago, cos she asked, what’s in his favour. Well I said he’s a good shag and he’s a good cook. She said CC!, why TF don’t you marry him? I said well I want more than that. She told me I was mad. My expectations of men were too great. That most women never even get that. FFFFS. But I’m not most women.
Do you have the date of this?
4 people had no shelter from the storm
DEMENTS....
hahahahaa
For My beLoved nikki:
Loved Always.
^U^.
Bob Dylan big shot
Someone tell me about this photo.
looks like bruce and dylan. great shot.
its black and white
Ian Swann its Bob Dylan and the Boss
Is that the Boss with Dylan
Bruce has admitted, he was a big fun of Bob. There was also a initial commercial effort to parallel their career (same label etc). lol
The “she” in the song is Wisdom.
like, only for the picture!!
the picture drew me, too! but that's a fine piece of music.
The vocals here sound almost like he's impersonating Bob Weir from the Grateful Dead