Bob Dylan

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By Logan and Matt

Who is Bob Dylan

• American singer- songwriter, musician, painter and poet.

• Created major anthems for the civil rights movement.

• Won numerous awards including Grammy, Golden Globe and Academy Awards.

Biography

• Robert Allen Zimmerman • Born on May 24, 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota• Moved back to Hibbing Minnesota at the age of 6.• Had a great appreciation for music at a young age.• Moved to Minneapolis in 1959 to enroll in the

University of Minnesota.• He began to perform at the10 O’clock Scholar and

became actively involved in the local Dinkytown folk music.

Biography cont.

• In 1961 he moved to New York City, hoping to perform there.

• He got the chance to perform at local clubs and was recognized by a writer of The New York Times, who wrote a review about him.

• First studio record in 1962 titled Bob Dylan. The record was a flop selling only 5000 copies.

Biography cont.

• Legally changed his name to Bob Dylan in 1962.

• In 1963 became a symbol of anti war and civil rights movement.

• On November 22,1965, married 25-year-old Sara Lownds, a former model.

• Continues to perform to this day.

Hits

• The Times They Are a-Changin

• Like a Rolling Stone

• Mr. Tambourine Man

• Subterranean Homesick Blues

• Blowin’ In The Wind

• All Along The Watchtower

Kind of Poetry

• Although well known for his ballads, Dylan also had a few works of free verse.

21

death silenced her poolthe day she diedhovered overher little toy dogsbut left no traceof itselfat herfuneral

17after crashin the sportscarinto the chandelieri ran out t the phone boothmade a call t my wife. she wasnt home.i panicked. i called up my best friendbut the line was busythen i went t a party but couldnt find a chairsomebody wiped their feet on meso i decided t leavei felt awful. my mouth was puckered.arms were stickin thru my neckmy stomach was stuffed an bloateddogs licked my facepeople stared at me an said“what’s wrong with you?”passin two successful friends of minei stopped t talk.they knew i was feelin badan gave me some pillsi went home an began writina suicide noteit was then that i sawthat crowd comin downthe streeti really have nothingagainstmarlon brando

All Along The Watchtower"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the viewWhile all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

HurricanePistol shots ring out in the barroom nightEnter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"Here comes the story of the Hurricane,The man the authorities came to blameFor somethin' that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty seeAnd another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously."I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops"One of us had better call up the cops."

Subterrain Homesick BluesJohnny's in the basementMixing up the medicineI'm on the pavementThinking about the governmentThe man in the trench coatBadge out, laid offSays he's got a bad coughWants to get it paid offLook out kidIt's somethin' you didGod knows whenBut you're doin' it againYou better duck down the alley wayLookin' for a new friendThe man in the coon-skin capIn the big penWants eleven dollar billsYou only got ten

Maggie comes fleet footFace full of black sootTalkin' that the heat putPlants in the bed butThe phone's tapped anywayMaggie says that many sayThey must bust in early MayOrders from the D. A.Look out kidDon't matter what you didWalk on your tip toesDon't try "No Doz"Better stay away from thoseThat carry around a fire hoseKeep a clean noseWatch the plain clothesYou don't need a weather manTo know which way the wind blows

Blowin’ In The WindHow many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain existBefore it's washed to the sea?Yes, 'n' how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be free?Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,Pretending he just doesn't see?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Analyzing Blowin’ In The Wind

• Asking questions of how and when we will stop fighting and realize that these wars are getting us nowhere• He talks about the answer blowing in the wind. By this we think he means that the answer is right in front of us so it just gets overlooked. Like air, we need it to survive, but it is often not thought of that way.

Knockin’ On Heavens Door

Mama, take this badge off of meI can't use it anymore.It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to seeI feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doorKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doorKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doorKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Mama, put my guns in the groundI can't shoot them anymore.That long black cloud is comin' downI feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doorKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doorKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doorKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Analyzing Knockin’ On Havens Door

• Written about the anti war movement that was going on at the time.

• It talks about solders not wanting to help fight for their country anymore. They are tired of not seeing their families and they just want to go home. You can see this all throughout the lyrics when the solder is saying all the things he can’t do anymore.

Like A Rollin’ StoneOnce upon a time you dressed so fineYou threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"You thought they were all kiddin' youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itAnd nobody has ever taught you how to live on the streetAnd now you find out you're gonna have to get used to itYou said you'd never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd ask him do you want to make a deal?

Cont.How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all come down and did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

Cont.Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it madeExchanging all kinds of precious gifts and thingsBut you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can't refuseWhen you got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

Questions On Like A Rollin’ Stone

I. What do you think these lyrics are about?II. What do you think the Rollin’ Stone symbolizes?III. What do you think Dylan means when he said “You

never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns”?

Work Cited Poem 21http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/080922po_poem_dylan2

Poem 17http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/080922po_poem_dylan1

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