Fascinating lyrics and a really beautiful tune. It's just a pity Bob didn't write more verses as the song always finishes far too quickly for me. I guess that's why I always have to listen to it over and over again!
Jesus, listening to these verses and such a nostalgic voice with a guitar sound behind I'm going back to my past, 55 years ago, and it brings to my mind a broken heart still bleeding crushed by raw diamonds, not by critical lyrics and verses of bombs falling, but with the passing of time and ideals, just words of a lost love, full filled by rust
My father's favorite singer, send it to him yesterday and he was so nostalgic , it brings tears to my eyes, my father's friends, early years are now souvenirs .
İn 8 months over 17k watches and only 9 comments (but very beautiful comments, heart filling). May be it's just because there is nothing to say, no need for appreciation except an admiration for the beauties of the past while listening silently, missingly. This song proves what a folk poet Dylan was. I think some concepts in the lyrics are from Christian world culture of the lullabies, fairy tales, gospels, sagas and has a huge folkloric value Therefore it may be considered global. İ'm a Muslim but I still depply appreciate his big works of creating an artlike mixture of his own imagination and the folk culture of the (western) people. He does that brilliantly while expressing his own thoughts and feelings. At those times he wrote and she sang, and she sang very lovely. İt was such good times yes. But good vibrations has gone now and won't come back ever again, nothing will be the same. When our generation be gone too, there won't be anybody left even to remember all these beautiful things. Will there be any valuable nostalgia and moreover any real love at all???
Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow But farewell, Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Everything's still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea Means farewell, Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave The jack and the queen Have forsaked the courtyard 52 gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell, Angelina The sky is falling I'll see you in a while See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors, they clap And they cheer with each blast But farewell, Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast King Kong, little elves On the rooftop they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone But farewell, Angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone The machine guns are roaring And the puppets heave rocks And fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it But farewell, Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet
I think it's clear she loved Bob more than he loved her. He really did her dirty, got his career going by inviting him on stage during her concerts, etc. Then he was famous, they went to England together, but he never let her on stage.
Dylan had found himself categorised, boxed and limited by his unintentional kingship of the protest song movement with his close friend Joan Baez as the queen of that movement. Dylan wanted to throw off such restricting shackles and the album "Another Side of Bob Dylan" was Dylan doing exactly this. Farewell Angelina was Dylan telling his listeners exactly this and the song might originally have been intended as the centrepiece of the album. Perhaps he thought the song was too allegorical at this stage so, instead, he spelled out his intentions in "My back pages". Angelina (the messenger) is the personification of the genre of song that Dylan is moving away from; Angelina could also be (ironically) a personification of Baez. But Dylan is not moving away from social comment - "...everything is still the same." Instead, he is moving away from specific events (e.g. Hattie Carrol, Emmet Till, etc) to much more broad brush social comment such as "It's alright, ma" and "Desolation Row". .....or, I could be talking rubbish?
In Paradise DOGS run free and we again will meet JoanC Baez ich liebe Dich Forever Katharine C. Y Baez Scharlowski This night I will sleep in the Woods on Hill Side of Tuebingen . There might be storm and rain, but a beautiful freedom around Body Mind The Heart and Soul Rejoice This is not insane.
Vergelijk eens de schrijfstijl van storyteller/songwriter Bob Dylan met de schrijfstijl van Louis Couperus. Lees eens "Van en over mijzelf en anderen". Je zult je verbazen over de overeenkomst.
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