Bob Dylan - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Live 1963 RARE) 

Listening to this on 5.7.2022....war continues...nothing changes...but Bobby Dylan is the poet of my life and I'm now 70...I listen and grieve.

The greatest song ever written, in my opinion. I’m not saying it is the best song of all time, but to me, lyrically, there has never been a better song ever.

Awesome. Either before or after the Bear show Dylan sat with Studs Terkel in front of radio microphones for Studs' daily hour-long program called the "Wax Museum," Asked a question about his writing, Dylan says, "I don't really go into myself that deep." Studs introduced his Dylan by calling him "a young folk poet who you might say looks like Huckleberry Finn, if he lived in the 20th century." Dylan tells Studs that "A Hard Rain's a Gonna Fall" is not about atomic fallout, even though he wrote the song during the Cuban missile crisis: "No, it's not atomic rain. It's just a hard rain. It isn't the fallout rain. I mean some sort of end that's just gotta happen. ... In the last verse, when I say, 'the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,' that means all the lies that people get told on their radios and in their newspapers."

I was 13 when this was released. 5 more years and I was in Vietnam. Time flies

Sublime. Tops a few of the other versions I've heard of this fascinating song. Great swirling sound, atmospheric.

Sublime chanson ! Magnifique Dylan !

This song is a masterpiece.

Great song, unbelievable performance.

Best Version...thanks so much!!!

The Nara Japan performance of this is equally amazing ❤

fantastic what great reverb to such a classic many thanks

A great performance of his first REALLY GREAT song...

Einfach überwältigend, dieser Weltschmerzsong!

I heard my awesomely lovely big sister doing what she does best loving and caring and sharing her unbelievable huge loving soul with everyone!!! ❤️❤️❤️😍

Yeah, it's a hard rain gonna fall and that's putting it mildly........I remember when he first hit the air waves. I've loved him then and I still do. I see a LOT of pain behind his eyes...

Love it,Bob at his best

Outstanding poetry and performance!

13 when this was released🎶👌❤️🌺🌹🌞

Fell in love with this version. Thanks for posting.

WOW, WHO BUT BOB EVER WROTE LIKE THIS TO DIFFICULT TO DISSECT!

This song has a weariness to it....a sadness at the things that he has seen. A young man telling his young son about the travails of the world and how sad it makes him feel. .

♥♥♥

Swingin Pig is amazing

Magic From First Sight (look’n concerned) First Cords First Vocals Words Melody Last Word Last Notes Amazingly Beautiful 🌸🧡🧡🌸

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, 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, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, 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, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard And 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, it roared out a warnin’ Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’ Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’ 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, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Oh, who 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 with hatred And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, 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 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 Where 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 it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Una dura lluvia va a caer Oh,¿dónde has estado,mi querido hijo de ojos azules? ¿dónde has estado, mi joven querido? He tropezado con la ladera de doce brumosas montañas, he andado y me he arrastrado en seis autopistas curvadas, he andado en medio de siete bosques sombríos, he estado delante de una docena de océanos muertos, me he adentrado diez mil millas en la boca de un cementerio, y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura, es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer. Oh, ¿y qué viste, mi hijo de ojos azules? Oh, ¿qué viste, mi joven querido? Vi lobos salvajes alrededor de un recién nacido, vi una autopista de diamantes que nadie usaba, vi una rama negra goteando sangre todavía fresca, vi una habitación llena de hombres cuyos martillos sangraban, vi una blanca escalera cubierta de agua, vi diez mil oradores de lenguas estaban rotas, vi pistolas y espadas en manos de niños, y es dura, es dura, es dura, y es muy dura, es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer. ¿Y qué oíste, mi hijo de ojos azules? ¿Y qué oíste, mi joven querido? Oí el sonido de un trueno, que rugió sin aviso, oí el bramar de una ola que pudiera anegar el mundo entero, oí cien tamborileros cuyas manos ardían, oí diez mil susurros y nadie escuchando, oí a una persona morir de hambre, oí a mucha gente reír, oí la canción de un poeta que moría en la cuneta, oí el sonido de un payaso que lloraba en el callejón, y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura, es dura la lluvia que va a caer. Oh, ¿a quién encontraste, mi hijo de ojos azules? ¿Y a quién encontraste, mi joven querido? Encontré un niño pequeño junto a un pony muerto, encontré un hombre blanco que paseaba un perro negro, encontré una mujer joven cuyo cuerpo estaba ardiendo, encontré a una chica que me dio un arco iris, encontré a un hombre que estaba herido de amor, encontré a otro, que estaba herido de odio; y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura, es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer ¿Y ahora qué harás, mi hijo preferido? ¿Y ahora qué harás, mi joven querido? Voy a regresar afuera antes que la lluvia comience a caer, caminaré hacia el abismo del más profundo bosque negro, donde la gente es mucha y sus manos están vacías, donde el veneno contamina sus aguas, donde el hogar en el valle encuentra la sucia prisión, y la cara del verdugo está siempre bien escondida, donde el hambre amenaza, donde las almas están olvidadas, donde el negro es el color, y ninguno el número, y lo contaré, lo diré, lo pensaré y lo respiraré, y lo reflejaré desde la montaña para que todos puedan verlo, luego me mantendré sobre el océano hasta que me hunda, pero sabré bien mi canción antes de empezar a cantarla, y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura, es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer

Straight from the book of Revelations; God is going to stone us in judgement.

"Where *the* hunger is ugly"

Here, after reading "Hard - Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World,"

Hell no! It’s about time that America gets this one right.

Tq

Das kann Ronbert !!!

Now, let’s begin by being responsible individuals. Hard to believe one sings, shouts for a clean environment, but think little about throwing your trash on streets, parking lots, homeowners lawns?

CECN

I don’t make any of my life stories up either. There are hustlers, huckster, robbers, killers, but the truth eludes many. I know what I talk about and what is happening. Very disgusting. If one really, really wants to solve real problems, stop with the finger pointing and accusing with baseless histories. It’s hard to be one with a fair and less biased teller of history. Broad field studies is getting close. History which isn’t just what’s official in books, getting closer. But, America isn’t just that. There is much more including our world views historically. Trying to assemble this in an intelligent format remains a challenge.

ce

Gutsy...like when we were not professionally with consent,stoned, and promised it wouln't hurt...those who were what we are...have left...

True, a real problem with truth is few really know nothing. Basing one’s life upon mortal humans isn’t much to nothing! I’m from a way different breed than you! So, unless, you are willing to admit that humans are no pathway, little will change. So, who is the real God? Perhaps, that’s Jesus. But not as you have portrayed him. It’s way better to teach people to provide for themselves than dole your generosity.

Well, for your fundraisers for a cleaner future. America has the highest levels of compliance of any combined. Sorry! What America needs to do first is stop listening and voting for stupidity. I’m an environmentally conscious person. However, the answer your party is chasing and enforcing isn’t possible without the support of present and future sources! Vote, Republican.

Yeah! Now, what’s right, wrong or that most precious in between.? That’s a hard , hard, hard correction;! But, just acknowledging, makes nothing better for America. In fact, inviting socialist/ communism into America! Yep! So, what are you proud of today?