M'agrada Bob, Bob Dylan :) I aquesta és una cançoneta que està xula.
Escolteu "Love minus Zero" de Bob Dylan :)
Aquí teniu la lletra per si voleu seguir-la millor.
Bon dimecres ;)
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
Escolteu "Love minus Zero" de Bob Dylan :)
Aquí teniu la lletra per si voleu seguir-la millor.
Bon dimecres ;)
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
Mola la cançoneta :)
ResponderEliminar@irene,
ResponderEliminarSips, està xula :)
Saluwikis i bon capde!!!
A mi también me gusta Bob Dylan, ahora le he perdido la pista, pero en mis tiempos lo seguía bastante.
ResponderEliminarBuen fin de semana.
Besicos.
@carmen,
ResponderEliminarLa verdad que sus canciones son muy chulas :) Un saludico a ti también y feliz finde!
Esta xula la canço :) te cançons molt bones, visca bob!! (dylan y tambe sponge :P)
ResponderEliminar@eritzon,
ResponderEliminarSips és guai :)
Gràcies per escriure al blog ;)
Siiii, Bob esponja també mola :P
A mi la que més m'agrada és una que es diu 'If not for you', del disc New Morning, que tenen el pare i la mare en vinil i vaig escoltar un munt de vegades. Mític! Besitos, germaneta!
ResponderEliminarhttp://www.goear.com/listen/b7efc98/if-not-for-you-bob-dylan
@alexeigp,
ResponderEliminarEi gràcies per la cançoneta, està molt xula!
Besitos!