Did "Like A Rolling Stone" (Dylan) change the world?

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No one song changed the world; but a combination of songs woke people up-like' For What It's Worth' Sargent Pepper' and many war protest songs by Joan Baez' Dylan' etc. In the 60s the war was raging and for a while it was "us against them"-some folks were for stopping the war and some weren't' but fortunately and finally most people in America said enough is enough! It didn't matter who or what you believed in; but evryone knew the war was wrong--so' yea that song and many others swayed public opinion-

 

Bob Dylan woke up so many people at a time when America was still so square and button down Maddison Avenue,...

And he spoke truths when most people listened to bubble gum love post Elvis rock and roll that said the same thing over and over again.

When World War two ended, people just wanted to settle down and live quiet lives, (after all that death and carnage, who could blame them?) But Bob Dylan learned his craft from a number of people "Woody Guthrie" to name one,....and while most tried to avoid thinking of things like,..

Racial injustice.
Obsession with money.
Nuclear destruction.

He didn't.

It was what he said.
And how he said it.

Hendrix swore by him.
Dylan told John Lennon,..
"You guys are great, but your not saying anything with your music",...then followed Rubber Soul,..and Revolver,..and SGT PEPPER.

His music (especially today, when style seems to have drowned out ANY substance) Is still stinging, and fresh, and fucking REAL!!!

 

Bob Dylan? The most cerebral music that has ever made the top 40. Dylan's voice has never been much to boast of, but his writing and tunesmithing remain unmatched. A lot of people would scream and cry whenever Dylan took a new direction but Dylan refused to become typecasted. Joan Baez never forgave Bob for veering away from social protest into cornpone in the late sixties, but cornpone was never the same after Dylan came through. My favorite Dylan album was "Desire" back in the seventies and "Blood on the Tracks" before that was pretty good too. The earlier stuff is pretty timeless also.
TH

 

It's subjective,...

Whatever grabs your heart and soul,

 

It takes more then one song to shake the population into taking affirmative action to make changes-The government only makes changes when the majority of the public is demanding it-I believe right now we should be breaking down the political party differences and uniting as one nation to stop this war and bring home our people. Then we should come together as a nation to save the enviroment-all electric vehicles-no more fighting for oil-it is not worth dying for -right now; gas is 3.00$ a gallon and going up-Our government should take the war money and develop more alternatives that do not require cutting trees or polluting the air-how much longer do we stay at war and when do we begin the saving of the planet?-Priorities!-choose life over death!

 

High,
I agree--we thought of Dylan as a prophet..changed a lot of our minds as did all the other beat poets of the time.
"Like A Rolling Stone" was a Mantra...a song that identified us as we became gypsy wanderer's in search of (you name it)
My favorite albums are all his albums until John Wesley Harding..we all love "Lay Lady Lay" though--uh huh--so sweet!
My favorite album is "Blond on Blonde"
Peace
LionHeart

Here you go robspace2..

It's AllRight Ma -(I'm Only Bleeding)
by Bob Dylan

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

 

Blackie;
A pretty impressive body of work allright. And the guy was able to go anywhere a. Case in point; off the "Desire" album he did a Latin and a Judaic love song and did them both better than anyone. Then his "Joey" song off the same album fueled speculation he owed the Mob a thing or two-but I doubt Bob owes anyone anywhere much of anything.

BOB DYLAN - Romance In Durango Lyrics

Hot chilli peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.

No llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramona.

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun ?
Come let us fly my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.

No llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torre6n.

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian.

No llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Was that the thunder that I heard
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me don't say a word
Oh can it be that I am slain ?

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills that flash of light
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night.

No llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

BOB DYLAN - One More Cup Of Coffee Lyrics

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

TH

 

Great lyrics...stories..amazing!
Does anyone know where Maggie's farm is?
Peace
LH