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1962 .... Hard Rain It was 1962 and Bob Dylan fans began hearing this in New York cafes .......... |
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A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN 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 Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music APPEARS ON The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (Original Release)
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I can hear Dylan singing it in my mind.......No musician would get away with singing such long songs nowadays.....especially with only an acoustic guitar and the harp........I remember this "coffee house" I opened for the many lost American draft dodgers that showed up in our town......they loved this song.....requested it way too often.....That and Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant", which has 30 verses....many of them very long........The DDs knew all the verses by heart......drove me crazy.......
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I can hear Dylan singing it in my mind.......No musician would get away with singing such long songs nowadays.....especially with only an acoustic guitar and the harp........I remember this "coffee house" I opened for the many lost American draft dodgers that showed up in our town......they loved this song.....requested it way too often.....That and Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant", which has 30 verses....many of them very long........The DDs knew all the verses by heart......drove me crazy.......
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Sparkleflit, I was listening to our local 'alternative radio' station over the weekend, and I heard Bob Weir & Wolf Bros do a 10-minute version from one of their 2022 Colorado concerts. Weir's version of the song gives it the feel 2022. Cool stuff ... so I started looking and found it on Utube. Now, listening to Dylan, I remember the sweetness of those boys.....The emotional ethical turmoil they suffered in order to stand up for something they believed in.......Their integrity. But the Right Wing Americans on this site were convinced and wouldn't stray, even after all these years, from their conviction that those young men were all cowards and traitors and didn't love their country.........not even a smidgen of a possibility that their actions were justified....... But, something that those who condemn them didn't know, didn't want to know, was that the DD were followed by heroes....men who had been in the war.....who had seen the suffering of the villagers, the Vietnamese, who had run rescue missions for women and children through jungles and rivers and treated the wounds, the burns from the Napalm.....The US soldiers who had been sent home because they lost a limb or an eye or their sanity.......and they came to Canada to be with their brothers because they could no longer bear the company of those who wanted the war to continue.... Listening to that song again brought me back to caring for those lost, bewildered boys who found themselves in a strange land......The deserters trying to rid themselves of a Texas drawl......I loved those guys so much.....sweet boys all.....
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