Mr Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan (5/4/65) Bootleg video free download

Dixie Dale

This is a sorry deficient mechanical re do of his spectacular 1964 performance at Newport.

redsox38

I don't care what it's about. It's one of the most astounding songs ever written.

Jay Gatsby

The drawing of Bob here is incredible. It captures Dylan in a way that no photograph ever has. This reassures me that it is only one human who can truly see another human.

Stephen J. Peteigney

Alex Bos - It's about death. New Orleans funeral procession are known for having Jazz or Minstrel funeral marches - the tambourine man would play it around the coffin warding off evil spirits.

Reveena Loreean Dolphy

Here's the lyrics. What you think of it is what it becomes.Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going toHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' youThough I know that evening's empire has returned into sandVanished from my handLeft me blindly here to standBut still not sleepingMy weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feetI have no one to meetAnd the ancient empty street's too dead for dreamingHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going toHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' youTake me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' shipMy senses have been strippedMy hands can't feel to gripMy toes too numb to stepWait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'I'm ready to go anywhereI'm ready for to fadeInto my own paradeCast your dancing spell my wayI promise to go under itHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going toHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' youThough you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sunIt's not aimed at anyoneIt's just escapin' on the runAnd but for the sky there are no fences facin'And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhymeTo your tambourine in timeIt's just a ragged clown behindI wouldn't pay it any mindIt's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasingHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going toHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' youAnd take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mindDown the foggy ruins of timeFar past the frozen leavesThe haunted, frightened treesOut to the windy beachFar from the twisted reachOf crazy sorrowYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving freeSilhouetted by the seaCircled by the circus sandsWith all memory and fateDriven deep beneath the wavesLet me forget about todayUntil tomorrowHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going toHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Christopher Murray

So funny to read the stupid comments here . I came to London in 1964 with no money and slept in the street as many of us [young and rootless] did then. . This song spoke to me then and still brings me back. . Hope you can undersatand now.

Briar Black

I don't care what it's about. I just like the song.

Jaya Marcotte

Live performance

Ranjan Neupane

bob

Ranjan Neupane

bob

Lerooy Jenkins

jahreinciler ?

pedro abraham

The song I love the most.Lifetime song.

Dicky Griffiths

I wanna be on that carpet please...

Sir. Klünchis

Congratulations for the Nobel

Alberto .Gonzalez Molina

Surprise! amazing Nobel Literature 2016

Dennis Gjoka

I think its about drugs, he talks about a swirling ship and going from a sad place to a beach (nice place) away from the reaches of sorrow which indicates he is using the drugs to escape his sadness. The tambourine man plays different songs - Drugs that take the person to different places of happiness

Gerard Lambert

trop rare sur les ondes

Jhelum Mukherjee

Bob Dylan is one of the best lyrical poets of his age.

andri sweet

its about a junk asking his drug dealer for some dope.. swinging, escaping, numb, etc

Jack Sprat

It was the artists of the time, the writers, the dancers, the poets, the playwrights, the painters, sculptors, musicians, who tore the covers off and gave us a glimpse of the possibilities of Paradise which scared those frozen into their fears and comforts but ignited the young to try to make the impossible real.

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