Bob Dylan - Song to Woody - 1962-Cover by tony werneke "This is a cover of the first written song by Bob Dylan, dedicated to those early pioneer folkies of the dustbowl days of the 50's......a curiously difficult song to complete in any listenable form......hope it's ok......thanks tony copyright music and lyrics reproduced by kind permission of special rider...for original and exclusive perfornamces by Bob Dylan, check out the official channel at www.youtube.com/bobdylan"
In his memoir, Chronicles One, Bob Dylan says, “Of all the versions of my recorded songs, the Johnny Rivers version of 'Positively 4th Street' was my favorite cover. It was obvious that we were from the same side of town, had been read the same citations, came from the same musical family and were cut from the same cloth.” ..–Tom Taylor, Far Out Magazine (10/20/2022) ..CONTINUED
Bob Dylan once explained the secret to his songwriting "Despite his place on the pedestal of pop culture, Dylan has always dissuaded those trying to hold him high as a god of music, claiming that writing songs is relatively easy. Speaking with Paul Zollo, the icon once noted, “as far as songwriting, any idiot could do it… Everybody writes a song just like everybody’s got that one great novel in them.” For Dylan, it isn’t a case of ‘a desire’ to write a song, so much as it is ‘a need’ to write songs that makes one a great songwriter: “Unless someone’s gonna come along with a pure heart and has something to say. That’s a different story.” "Naturally, it’s not a straightforward guide of how to write an anthem for a generation but it sees Dylan reflect on his beginnings and how they evolve into the back catalogue we all know today. “When I started writing my own songs, folk lingo was the only vocabulary that I knew, and I used it. But that’s something else as well. I had principles and sensibilities and an informed view of the world. And I had had that for a while. Learned it all in grammar school,” he explains. Read More
"Masters Of War" Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion' As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Good morning to all- "Oh, Momma, Can this REALLY be the end... to be stuck outside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again..." Means a lot to me.. you all be safe and keep well- Ed