Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talking New Bob Dylan , by - Loudon Wainwright III. Song from the album History, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1991
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Talking New Bob Dylan |
| Hey, Bob Dylan, I wrote you a song |
| Today is your birthday if I’m not wrong |
| If I’m not mistaken you’re fifty today |
| How are you doin', Bob? |
| What do you say? |
| Well, it musta been about '62 |
| I heard you on record, and you were brand-new |
| An' some had some doubts about the way you sang |
| But the truth came through and loudly rang |
| Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch Miller |
| And Johnny Mathis, put together |
| So I got some boots, a harmonica rack |
| A D-21, an' I was on the right track |
| But I didn’t start writing until '68 |
| It was too damn daunting, you were too great |
| I won a whole lot of Bob Dylan imitation contests, though -- huh |
| Yeah, times were a-changin' |
| You brought it all home -- |
| «Blonde On Blonde», «Like a Rolling Stone» |
| The real world is crazy, you were deranged |
| An' when you went electric, why, everything changed -- |
| A shock to the system |
| Had a commission at yer motorcycle wreck -- |
| Holed up in Woodstock, with a broken neck |
| The labels were signin' up guys with guitars, out to make millions, |
| lookin' for stars |
| Well, I figured it was time to make my move -- |
| Songs from the West Chester County Delta country |
| Yeah, I got a deal, and so did John Prine, Steve Forbert and Springsteen, |
| all in a line |
| They were lookin' for you, signin' up others |
| We were «new Bob Dylans» -- your dumb-ass kid brothers |
| Well, we still get together every week at Bruce’s house -- |
| Why, he’s got quite a spread, I tell ya -- it’s a twelve-step program |
| Well, but we were just us and of course you were you |
| «John Wesley Harding» sure sounded new |
| And then «Nashville Skyline» was even newer |
| 'Blood On the Tracks', an' the ringin' got truer |
| Let’s see -- there was another one in there somewhere… oh, I got it, |
| I got it -- «Self Portrait» -- |
| Well, it was an interesting effort |
| Yeah, had to stop listening, times were too tough |
| Me bein' the new me was hard enough |
| You keep right on changin' like you always do |
| An' what’s best is the old stuff still all sounds new. |
| Yeah, today is your birthday -- have a great one, Bob! |
| Bein' the new you is one hell of a job |
| My kid cranked up her boom-box to almost grown |
| When I heard you screamin' |
| From her room -- |
| «Everybody must get stoned.» |
| Thanks a lot, Bob |
| Happy birthday, Bob |