10-10-2023, 03:03 PM
Bob Dylan 1961-64
In nineteen sixty-one
he burst upon the scene.
They called him “Hammond’s Folly”,
executives weren’t keen.
The bosses at Columbia
thought John Hammond a fool.
brought Dylan off the street,
and sat him on a stool.
But record sales were possible
when they realised his technique.
Was not like other singers,
And his style quite unique.
He made his mark quickly
from Duluth on a train.
Arriving in New York,
through ice, snow and rain.
He’d get a devoted following
his name up there in lights.
Joan Baez his Queen,
he’d sing of Civil Rights.
Found work in the cafes
loved being on stage.
Had to Pass the basket
a dollar a day his wage.
Singing Guthrie songs
Guitar around his shoulder.
With lyrics that cut deep,
harmonica in its holder.
Blowing in the wind
he would sing in Greenwich village.
He had a raw charisma,
and a hobo like image.
He would sing of love and loss
of dreams and despair.
The poet from Minnesota,
his folk songs he would share.
Sing tales of heartache
and struggles blacks were facing.
Supporting Martin King
for the freedom he was chasing.
He would write his own songs
Other singers he’d outshine.
Challenging the status quo
of an America in decline.
Emmitt Till and Hattie Carroll
Black people that’d been killed.
With these great songs of freedom
A great following, he would build.
He stood for justice and truth
with a rebel's fervent flame.
Unswayed by popularity
Just another pawn in the game.
Dylan kept changing,
like a rolling stone.
Each verse would tell a story
the seeds he had sown.
His words resonated deeply,
across the great divide.
Uniting hearts and souls,
with each poetic stride.
So, the blacks of America
finally became more free.
the young Bob Dylan,
the country had heard his plea.
But he said they were only songs
and he never supported a cause.
And all he ever wanted
was a crowd and an applause.
In the annals of history,
He will be up there with the King.
An inspiration for many
For the beautiful songs he'd sing.
Times were a’ changin
life had become hectic.
and early Bob Dylan had now gone
in sixty-five he went electric.
He said he was just a singer
not here to save the nation.
but his popularity would make him
the Voice of a Generation.
In nineteen sixty-one
he burst upon the scene.
They called him “Hammond’s Folly”,
executives weren’t keen.
The bosses at Columbia
thought John Hammond a fool.
brought Dylan off the street,
and sat him on a stool.
But record sales were possible
when they realised his technique.
Was not like other singers,
And his style quite unique.
He made his mark quickly
from Duluth on a train.
Arriving in New York,
through ice, snow and rain.
He’d get a devoted following
his name up there in lights.
Joan Baez his Queen,
he’d sing of Civil Rights.
Found work in the cafes
loved being on stage.
Had to Pass the basket
a dollar a day his wage.
Singing Guthrie songs
Guitar around his shoulder.
With lyrics that cut deep,
harmonica in its holder.
Blowing in the wind
he would sing in Greenwich village.
He had a raw charisma,
and a hobo like image.
He would sing of love and loss
of dreams and despair.
The poet from Minnesota,
his folk songs he would share.
Sing tales of heartache
and struggles blacks were facing.
Supporting Martin King
for the freedom he was chasing.
He would write his own songs
Other singers he’d outshine.
Challenging the status quo
of an America in decline.
Emmitt Till and Hattie Carroll
Black people that’d been killed.
With these great songs of freedom
A great following, he would build.
He stood for justice and truth
with a rebel's fervent flame.
Unswayed by popularity
Just another pawn in the game.
Dylan kept changing,
like a rolling stone.
Each verse would tell a story
the seeds he had sown.
His words resonated deeply,
across the great divide.
Uniting hearts and souls,
with each poetic stride.
So, the blacks of America
finally became more free.
the young Bob Dylan,
the country had heard his plea.
But he said they were only songs
and he never supported a cause.
And all he ever wanted
was a crowd and an applause.
In the annals of history,
He will be up there with the King.
An inspiration for many
For the beautiful songs he'd sing.
Times were a’ changin
life had become hectic.
and early Bob Dylan had now gone
in sixty-five he went electric.
He said he was just a singer
not here to save the nation.
but his popularity would make him
the Voice of a Generation.