Dentre todas as canções de Bob Dylan, quais as que você prefere?

Answer 1

Blowing in The Wind - (Bob Dylan)

How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes and how many years can a mountain exist,
Before it's washed to the seas (sea)
Yes and how many years can some people exist,
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes and how many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
Yes and how many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Soprando no vento
Quantas estradas precisará um homem andar
Antes que possam chamá-lo de homem?
Sim e quantos mares precisará uma pomba branca sobrevoar Antes que ela possa dormir na areia? Sim e quantas vezes precisará balas de canhão voar Até serem para sempre abandonadas?A resposta meu amigo explode no vento A resposta está soprando no vento

Quantos anos pode existir uma montanha
Antes que ela seja lavada pelo mar?
Sim e quantos anos podem algumas pessoas existir
Até que sejam permitidas a serem livres?
Sim e quantas vezes pode um homem virar sua cabeça
E fingir que ele simplesmente não vê?
A resposta meu amigo está soprando no vento
A resposta está soprando no vento

Quantas vezes precisará um homem olhar para cima
Até poder ver o céu?
Sim e quantos ouvidos precisará um homem ter
Até que ele possa ouvir o povo chorar?
Sim e quantas mortes custará até que ele saiba
Que gente demais já morreu?
A resposta meu amigo está soprando no vento
A resposta está soprando no vento

Answer 2

todas as de quando ele era um "Rolling Stone" ou se parecia com um "Furacão", depois que se converteu aos que baixam a cabeça para Meca, nadinha...
Ahhh estou a rever agora The Last Walz e quem está lá quem?...

Answer 3

Amo todas as músicas dele. embora seja um ser humano um tanto quanto desprezível (faz questão de ser antipático,arrogante, falso humilde , odeia o rótulo que a mídia o deu,etc..etc.),mas o cara é o cara!! Adoro aquela voz meio atravessada (temos nossos similares aqui que são João Gilberto e Chico Buarque) e ele querendo ou não,foi realmente o símbolo de uma geração (ele odeia quando dizem isso) e não tem como fugir mais disso!! O cara é tão sangue ruim,que teve até um vírus no cérebro,coisa raríssima, e ficou totalmente curado,que coisa!! Eu não saberia,nem poderia te dizer uma só música dele que gosto,porque gosto de todas, e tem sido um dos autores mais regravados de todos os tempos, basta ouvir diáriamente a Rádio Paradiso FM para comprovar!! Um abraço!!

Answer 4

Gostei da homenagem a hurricane
Rubin "hurricane" Carter
O cara é uma lenda viva, venceu tudo e todos, inclusive a lei norte americana, que é racista..Isso juntou duas coisas que gosto, musica e igualdade, Bob Dylan e "Hurricane" Carter, e mais Denzel Washington, o cara por seu nome, apenas, vale um oscar pra cada uma das letras...PArabens, obrigado por me fazer recosdar disso!!!

Hurricane from the album Desire
Copyright 1975 Ram's Horn Music
Words by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy


Music by Bob Dylan



Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night


Enter 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 blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time
He coulda been the Champion of the World...

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello moving 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."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashing In the hot New Jersey night...

Meanwhile far away in another part of town,
Rubin Carter and a couple of his friends are driving around.
The number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road,
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that just the ways things go...
If you're black you might as well not show
Up on the streets
Unless you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights,
"They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead!"
So they took him to the infirmary.
And though this man could hardly see
He told them he could identify the guilty man

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for?
He ain't the guy..."

Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time
he coulda been The Champion of the World

Four months later the ghetto's are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin the screws to him, looking for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that just happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure."
Cops said "A poor boy like you could use a break."
"We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello."
"You don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow."
"You'll be doin' society a favor."
"That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver."
"We want to put his ass in the stir."
"We want to pin this trip murder on him."
"He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
"It's my work," he'd say,
"I do it for pay."
"And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
"Up into some paradise,
"Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
"And ride a horse along a trail."
But then they took him to the jail house,
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed,
And the all white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was Murder One, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and the both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed
To live in a land where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.

Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done...
Put in a prison cell but one time
he coulda been The Champion of the World...

Answer 5

Sem dúvida Mr. Tambourine Man, do Album Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits. Essa é dez.

Answer 6

o clássico...Blowing the wind

Answer 7

"Mr. Tambourine Man" e "For the times they are a-changin'"

Answer 8

Respeitando seu ponto de vista, que não sei qual é, não aprecio a voz de Dylan. Não é eufônica. Mas é, sem dúvida, um bom compositor, dentro de seu estilo. Se tivesse vontade de ouvir uma de suas composições, a primeira que me vem à mente (sem dúvida!) é Like a Rolling Stone, com os próprios Rolling Stonnes. Já ouvi também uma gravação, não sei onde, de Lay Lady, Lay com Jimmy Hendrix, que era legal à beça. Boa sorte!

Answer 9

Lady, Lady, Lady

Answer 10

You Belong To Me