lunes, 14 de noviembre de 2011

Like a rolling stone

Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
you threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall".
You thought they were all kiddin' you,
you used to laugh about,
everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud,
now you don't seem so proud
about having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
like a complete unknown,
like a rolling stone.

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,
but you know you only used to get juiced in it
and nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street,
and now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it.
You said you'd 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,
like a complete unknown,
like a rolling stone.

You never turned around to see the frowns 
on the jugglers and the clowns.
When they all come down and 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 the chrome horse with your diplomat
who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat,
ain't it hard when you discover 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.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people,
they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made,
exchanging all precious gifts.
But you'd better take your diamond ring, 
you'd better pawn it babe,
you used to be so amused
at Napoleon in rags and the language that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

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.


…………………..
De Highway 61 Revisited, 1965.

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