Bob Dylan es, sin duda alguna, una leyenda de la música popular de todos los tiempos. Compositor, cantante y poeta estadounidense, el músico es considerado como una de las personalidades más influyentes del siglo XX, excediendo el campo de la música. En 2016 recibió el Premio Nobel de Literatura en reconocimiento a la profundidad y la influencia de su poesía en varias generaciones. Sus comienzos a principios de los 60 estaban enmarcados en el folk con clásicos como Blowin' in the Wind, por ejemplo, que le dieron una fama muy temprana. Para mediados de la década había emprendido un decidido cambio hacia el rock, con composiciones cada vez más complejas y referencias literarias muy cercanas al surrealismo, lo que provocó serias controversias en su público que no podía ni quería entender su nuevo rumbo. Sus dos discos del 65 son un mojón en ese sentido y marcaron un antes y un después en su nueva construcción como artista. Hablamos claro de Bringing It All Back Home y Highway 61 Revisited, dos clásicos indestructibles y vigentes de eso que todavía seguimos llamamos rock.
Once
upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your
prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to
fall'
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh
about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so
loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging
your next meal
How
does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a
complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh
you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you
know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you
how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get
used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp,
but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare
into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How
does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no
direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ah
you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the
clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that
it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for
you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who
carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you
discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took
from you everything he could steal
How
does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no
direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh
princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all
drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all
precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better
pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and
the language that he used
Go to him he calls you, you can't
refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're
invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal
How
does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no
direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
