another side of bob dylan

Bob Dylan looked inward to map ideas in these restless unraveled tales of flashing freedom.  By the time he had finished his album 'The Times They Are a-Changin'' Dylan had already grown tired of the topical songs that had endeared him to the protest movement.  Much of his next album would be composed during a cross country road trip with friends, meeting poet Carl Sandburg and talking to ordinary folks:   "We talked to people in bars - miners.  Talking to people – that's where it's at, man."

It was during this period that Dylan began experimenting with hallucinogens to pursue the disordered aesthetic of French poet Arthur Rimbaud.   A trip through Europe with German model, Christa Päffgen (Nico) afforded the opportunity for Dylan to finish many of the songs in a week long stay in the Greek village of Vernilya.   Upon returning to New York, he was booked at Columbia Studios with producer Tom Wilson.  During one marathon Beaujolais-fueled session on June 9, 1964 , he recorded fourteen songs, eleven of which would comprise 'Another Side of Bob Dylan'.  The album features Dylan on vocals, acoustic guitar, piano, and harmonica.  During the session, he told Nat Hentoff from The New Yorker:   "There aren't any finger-pointin' songs in here.  Those records I've made, I'll stand behind them, but some of that was jumping into the scene to be heard and a lot of it was because I didn't see anybody else doing that kind of thing...you know - pointing to all the things that are wrong.  I don't want to write for people anymore.  You know - be a spokesman...From now on I want to write from inside me, and to do that I'm going to have to back to writing like I used to when I was ten - having everything come out naturally.  The way I like to write is for it to come out the way I walk or talk."  

'Another Side of Bob Dylan' went to number forty-three in the US and eight in the UK.  It was looked at as a commercial and critical failure at the time and is considered a transitional work between his protest folk and the electric blues that was to come.  Dylan did not like the cheeky album title:   "I thought it was just too corny...I just felt trouble coming when they titled it that.  I figured if they could have titled it something else, I wouldn't have had the resistance to it."






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Chimes of Freedom

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfQbSPuxRs4




Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An’ the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing








My Back Pages

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbPa31KOZg0



Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now



It Ain't Me, Babe
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xm7g02_bob-dylan-it-ain-t-me-babe_music

Bob Dylan - It Ain't Me Babe by faucho82

Go ’way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I’m not the one you want, babe
I’m not the one you need
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you an’ defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I’m not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you an’ more
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

Go melt back into the night, babe
Everything inside is made of stone
There’s nothing in here moving
An’ anyway I’m not alone
You say you’re lookin' for someone
Who’ll pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly
An’ to come each time you call
A lover for your life an’ nothing more
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4d8o8vNTNao








'Another Side of Bob Dylan' 
full album:
http://www.bobdylan.com/us/music/another-side-of-bob-dylan

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLknidvzcLCRHAsle2ETxXl8gUWiQXDOgB 





Side one
"All I Really Want to Do" – 4:04
"Black Crow Blues" – 3:14
"Spanish Harlem Incident" – 2:24
"Chimes of Freedom" – 7:10
"I Shall Be Free No. 10" – 4:47
"To Ramona" – 3:52
Side two
"Motorpsycho Nitemare" – 4:33
"My Back Pages" – 4:22
"I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)" – 4:22
"Ballad in Plain D" – 8:16
"It Ain't Me Babe" – 3:33