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    Bob Dylan ganhou o Nobel da Literatura!!!

    Um dos maiores artistas americanos da história ganhou o Nobel de Literatura. Eu, particularmente, adorei a notícia. E vocês?

    https://www.theguardian.com/books/20...-in-literature

    Why Bob Dylan Deserves His Nobel Prize - Rolling Stone

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    opinem!
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    Nada a opinar além de postar a minha música preferida do mito:

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    Baita poema de nosso grande herói:




    Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
    And where have you been my darling young one?
    I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
    I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
    I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
    I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
    I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
    And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
    It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

    Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
    And what did you see, my darling young one?
    I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
    I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
    I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
    I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
    I saw a white ladder all covered with water
    I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
    I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
    And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
    It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

    And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
    And what did you hear, my darling young one?
    I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'
    I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
    I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
    I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
    I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
    Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
    Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
    And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
    And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

    Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
    Who did you meet, my darling young one?
    I met a young child beside a dead pony
    I met a white man who walked a black dog
    I met a young woman whose body was burning
    I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
    I met one man who was wounded in love
    I met another man who was wounded in hatred
    And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
    And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

    And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
    And what'll you do now my darling young one?
    I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
    I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
    Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
    Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
    Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
    And the executioner's face is always well hidden
    Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
    Where black is the color, where none is the number
    And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
    And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
    And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
    But I'll know my song well before I start singing
    And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
    It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
    Última edição por Fonteles; 14-10-2016 às 00:04.
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    OMDG!!



    My age it means less
    The country I come from
    Is called the Midwest
    I's taught and brought up there
    The laws to abide
    And that the land that I live in
    Has God on its side


    Oh the history books tell it
    They tell it so well
    The cavalries charged
    The Indians fell
    The cavalries charged
    The Indians died
    Oh the country was young
    With God on its side


    Oh the Spanish-American
    War had its day
    And the Civil War too
    Was soon laid away
    And the names of the heroes
    l's made to memorize
    With guns in their hands
    And God on their side


    Oh the First World War, boys
    It closed out its fate
    The reason for fighting
    I never got straight
    But I learned to accept it
    Accept it with pride
    For you don't count the dead
    When God's on your side


    When the Second World War
    Came to an end
    We forgave the Germans
    And we were friends
    Though they murdered six million
    In the ovens they fried
    The Germans now too
    Have God on their side


    I've learned to hate Russians
    All through my whole life
    If another war starts
    It's them we must fight
    To hate them and fear them
    To run and to hide
    And accept it all bravely
    With God on my side


    But now we got weapons
    Of the chemical dust
    If fire them we're forced to
    Then fire them we must
    One push of the button
    And a shot the world wide
    And you never ask questions
    When God's on your side


    Through many dark hour
    I've been thinkin' about this
    That Jesus Christ
    Was betrayed by a kiss
    But I can't think for you
    You'll have to decide
    Whether Judas Iscariot
    Had God on his side


    So now as I'm leavin'
    I'm weary as Hell
    The confusion I'm feelin'
    Ain't no tongue can tell
    The words fill my head
    And fall to the floor
    If God's on our side
    He'll stop the next war
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    Achei foda.


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    remember american history



    "Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
    When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.
    This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,
    The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.


    Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.
    They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what.
    They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat.
    There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.


    Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
    And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.
    The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,
    Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die.


    And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,
    Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.
    But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
    And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.


    I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see
    The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
    For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,
    While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.


    If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,
    Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
    Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow,
    For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!


    This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
    That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
    But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,
    We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
    Última edição por Fonteles; 14-10-2016 às 00:31.
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    qto carinho eim, e eu imaginando pelo historico de tretas q vc so possuia odio esqurdista por mim.

    ele ganhou o nobel de literatura mas eu so conheco as musicas dele. curto o cara, mesmo sem conhecer a fundo e poder afirmar q ele tem uma ideologia mto esquerda. ja tentei entender umas letras como "all along the watchtower" e sinceramente fiquei no vacuo.

    Bob Dylan - All Along the Watchtower Lyrics | SongMeanings

    by far minhas favoritas:



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    Não conhecia essa, massa demais!

    Vai outra sobre o tema:



    A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers’ blood
    A finger fired the trigger to his name
    A handle hid out in the dark
    A hand set the spark
    Two eyes took the aim
    Behind a man’s brain
    But he can’t be blamed
    He’s only a pawn in their game

    A South politician preaches to the poor white man
    “You got more than the blacks, don’t complain.
    You’re better than them, you been born with white skin,” they explain.
    And the Negro’s name
    Is used it is plain
    For the politician’s gain
    As he rises to fame
    And the poor white remains
    On the caboose of the train
    But it ain’t him to blame
    He’s only a pawn in their game

    The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
    And the marshals and cops get the same
    But the poor white man’s used in the hands of them all like a tool
    He’s taught in his school
    From the start by the rule
    That the laws are with him
    To protect his white skin
    To keep up his hate
    So he never thinks straight
    ’Bout the shape that he’s in
    But it ain’t him to blame
    He’s only a pawn in their game

    From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
    And the hoofbeats pound in his brain
    And he’s taught how to walk in a pack
    Shoot in the back
    With his fist in a clinch
    To hang and to lynch
    To hide ’neath the hood
    To kill with no pain
    Like a dog on a chain
    He ain’t got no name
    But it ain’t him to blame
    He’s only a pawn in their game.

    Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
    They lowered him down as a king
    But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
    That fired the gun
    He’ll see by his grave
    On the stone that remains
    Carved next to his name
    His epitaph plain:
    "Only a pawn in their game"
    Última edição por Mandracon; 14-10-2016 às 01:05. Razão: para colar a poesia
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    não sei dizer sobre a meritocracia do prêmio.

    mas as letras do bob dylan eh foda demais
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