Cover di Desire

Desire
Album - 5 gennaio 1976 - Debaser id 23174

di 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've killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' 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 flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda 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's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less 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
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' 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 somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that 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-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' 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 we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple 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, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to 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 just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. 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 they 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 sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
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 could-a been
The champion of the world.
Il tuo voto:
I married Isis on the fifth day of May,
But I could not hold on to her very long.
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

I came to a high place of darkness and light.
The dividing line ran through the center of town.
I hitched up my pony to a post on the right,
Went in to the laundry to wash my clothes down.

A man in the corner approached me for a match.
I knew right away he was not ordinary.
He said, "Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money." He said, "That ain't necessary."

We set out that night for the cold in the North.
I gave him my blanket, and he gave me his word.
I said, "Where are we goin'?" He said we'd be back by the fourth.
I said, "That's the best news that I've ever heard."

I was thinkin' about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold,
I was thinkin' about diamonds and the world's biggest necklace.
As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold,
I was thinkin' about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.

How she told me that one day we would meet up again,
And things would be different the next time we wed,
If I only could hang on and just be her friend.
I still can't remember all the best things she said.

We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice.
He said, "There's a body I'm tryin' to find.
If I carry it out it'll bring a good price."
'Twas-a then that I knew what he had on his mind.

The wind it was howlin' and the snow was outrageous.
We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious,
But I made up my mind that I had to go on.

I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty.
There was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd been had.
When I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly,
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad.

I picked up his body and I dragged him inside,
Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover.
I said a quick prayer then I felt satisfied.
Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.

She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed,
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.

She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special."
She said, "You look different." I said, "Well, I guess."
She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's only natural."
She said, "You gonna stay?" I said, "If you want me to, yes."

Isis, oh, Isis, your'e a mystical child.
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain.
Il tuo voto:
I like to spend some time in Mozambique
The sunny sky is aqua blue
And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek.
It's very nice to stay a week or two
And maybe fall in love just me and you.

There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique
And plenty time for good romance
And everybody likes to stop and speak
To give the special one you seek a chance
And maybe say hello with just a glance.

Lying next to her by the ocean
Reaching out and touching her hand,
Whispering your secret emotion
Magic in a magical land.

And when it's time for leaving Mozambique,
To say goodbye to sand and sea,
You turn around to take a final peek
And you see why it's so unique to be
Among the lovely people living free
Upon the beach of sunny Mozambique.
Il tuo voto:
Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms
You should not treat me like a stranger.
Our Father would not like the way that you act
And you must realize the danger.

Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same on this earth,
To love and follow
His direction?

We grew up together
From the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn
And then mysteriously saved.

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow.
Il tuo voto:
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."

Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at.
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame."
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men.
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly what you get."

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you away?

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,
Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe."

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
Il tuo voto:
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape,
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide,
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone.
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramon.

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone.
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town.
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun.
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Was that the thunder that I heard?
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain?

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light.
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.
Il tuo voto:
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach.
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara,
Whatever made you want to change your mind?
Sara, Sara,
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,
They run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara,
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
Sara, Sara,
Radiant jewel, a mystical wife.

Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar,
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White,
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara,
It's all so clear, I could never forget,
Sara, Sara,
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
Writin' "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.

Sara, Sara,
Wherever we travel we're never apart.
Sara, oh Sara,
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

How did I meet you? I don't know.
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, oh Sara,
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,
Sara, Sara,
Ya must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.
You always responded when I needed your help,
You gave me a map and a key to your door.

Sara, oh Sara,
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,
Sara, oh Sara,
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.
Il tuo voto:

 La grande "Hurricane", dedicata al pugile afroamericano Rubin Carter, è una cavalcata di oltre 8 minuti dal ritmo incalzante e sapore tex-mex.

 "Sara", dolce e malinconica ballata dove l’autore ricorda con rimpianto gli anni passati con la moglie ed i figli.

Desire è uno degli album più interessanti di Bob Dylan negli anni '70, con brani memorabili come "Hurricane" e "Sara". L'album unisce folk rock con influenze tex-mex, raccontando storie personali e sociali. Notevole la partecipazione di Scarlet Rivera ed EmmyLou Harris. Un disco da non perdere per gli appassionati del genere e dell'artista. Ascolta Desire e scopri l'anima intensa di Bob Dylan negli anni '70.


 Desire è a tutti gli effetti la più radicale incarnazione della depressione umana.

 La febbrile apertura affidata a Hurricane si protende in un'accusa disperata e rabbiosa.

Desire di Bob Dylan è un album che rappresenta profondamente la sofferenza e la solitudine umana, in cui la voce magnetica dell'artista e un violino lacerante accompagnano testi intensi. Dalla rabbia di Hurricane alla tristezza struggente di Sara, l'album è un viaggio doloroso tra critica sociale e sentimenti personali, ancora oggi estremamente potente. Le melodie e le parole riescono a evocare emozioni autentiche e durature. Ascolta Desire e lasciati emozionare dalla profondità di Bob Dylan.


 "'Desire' è l'album della definitiva consacrazione autoriale."

 "'Hurricane' è stupefacente: brillante come una sinfonia mozartiana, semplice come un canto per bambini d'asilo."

La recensione esalta Desire come punto culminante della carriera di Bob Dylan, dove il rocker mostra una maturità artistica profonda. Tra brani iconici come 'Hurricane' e 'Sara', l'album mescola rock e folk con arrangiamenti ricchi di violini e assoli vibranti. Dylan lascia alle spalle il giovane cantore di protesta per diventare un geniale narratore di emozioni complesse. Alcune tracce, come 'Joey', risultano meno incisive, ma l'intera opera resta una tappa fondamentale e sorprendente. Scopri l'essenza di Dylan in Desire, un capolavoro senza tempo da ascoltare subito!


 "'Hurricane' è un fantastico saggio di neorealismo dylaniano."

 "Il violino di Scarlet Rivera rende intense e struggenti anche le ballate più lunghe."

La recensione celebra 'Desire' come un capolavoro maturo di Bob Dylan, caratterizzato da una forte rinascita creativa e arrangiamenti impreziositi dal violino di Scarlet Rivera. L'album miscela ballate intense, testi poetici e forti temi sociali, con brani memorabili come 'Hurricane' e 'Sara'. Viene sottolineata la validità artistica di Dylan negli anni '70 e l'influenza del collaboratore Jacques Levy. Un disco vibrante e ricco di emozioni, ancora attuale dopo trent'anni. Ascolta 'Desire' e lasciati trasportare dalle sue emozioni uniche!

I testi furono scritti in collaborazione con Jacques Levy (1935-2004), eccetto One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below) e Sara, brano che Dylan dedicò alla moglie, Sara Lownds, in un estremo tentativo di riconciliazione in un momento in cui il loro matrimonio era in profonda crisi. Due canzoni presenti nell'albu…

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Uno dei dischi più conosciuti e di maggior successo di Bob Dylan; e se il mio rammentar non mi è di inganno il primo suo album che ascoltai, negli anni ottanta. Lavoro che si apre, magistralmente come solo il menestrello sa fare, con la lunga e celeberrima "Hurricane", brano impreziosit…

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  • erik
    3 gen 15
    Hurricane è il primo brano che ho mai ascoltato di Bob, folgorazione
  • De...Marga...
    3 gen 15
    Che poi si scrive "Infidels"...AZZ...
  • Mr Funk
    3 gen 15
    Non sono d'accordo sul fatto che gli album successivi a Desire ne fossero inferiori, a cominciare da Hard Rain, seppure live, per continuare con Street Legal, uno dei lavori più sottovalutati di Bob e per me complessivamente migliore di Desire, e poi Slow Train Comin', altro grande lavoro giudicato superficialmente per il messaggio cristiano in esso veicolato.
  • De...Marga...
    3 gen 15
    @Mr Funk; la mia "sparata" finale vuole riprendere un'affermazione che ho letto una volta da qualche parte. Sono d'accordo con te nel ritenere Street Legal come uno dei suoi lavori più sottovalutati; ed anche Slow Train...è un super disco, anche perché ci suona un certo Mark Knopfler.
  • hellraiser
    4 gen 15
    Un mio grande amore sto album. Consumato e ricomprato perché saltava ormai...
  • piro
    5 gen 15
    Può crederci o no ma Dylan l'ho cominciato ad ascoltare da poco e per quest'album ti saprò dire più avanti...bella definizione
  • De...Marga...
    5 gen 15
    Ci credo ci credo!!! Ne avrai di gemme preziose da ascoltare allora nella sua infinita carriera; quando vorrai consigli su qualche suo disco da approfondire, sono pronto ad aiutarti.
Basterebbe la canzone che apre il disco, 'Hurricane', per definire l'intero disco un capolavoro. E invece no, perché il resto è un susseguirsi di intuizioni fantastiche da parte di quello che del resto è il più grande scrittore di canzoni di tutti i tempi. Per quella che sarebbe una recension…

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quando nel gennaio del '76 “Desire” arriva nei negozi, si rivela subito un grande successo, una delle migliori performance commerciali del genio di Duluth. A sfiorare ancora una volta il capolavoro lo aiuta anche Scarlet Rivera, il cui violino diventa indispensabile in buona parte di questo viaggio le cui tapp…

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  • imasoulman
    1 dic 15
    ma sì, proprio così. Sarà mica una colpa venire per un disco venire dopo "Blood On the Tracks"?
  • hjhhjij
    1 dic 15
    Concordo con ima, non è certo colpa sua se è venuto dopo venuto che è venuto dopo "Blood On The Tracks". Scherzo ima. Disco sempre presente tra "Quelli di Dylan che mi piacciono tanto".
  • imasoulman
    1 dic 15
    mierda di smarfòn, con lo spazio lillipuziano...almeno si fosse trattato di venuti (mario). Vabbè meglio più venute che...(to be censored)
  • ZannaB
    1 dic 15
    Dopo aver ascoltato per bene il Bootleg del Rolling Thunder Revue tour posso confermare che la Rivera era il marchio di fabbrica di quegli anni per il sound di Dylan. Fosse stata anche gnocca sarebbe stata una donna da sposare, purtroppo per lei c'era la Baez in giro che in quanto a gnoccaggine la sapeva lunga...
  • hjhhjij
    1 dic 15
    In quel periodo e nel Thunder Revue, aveva anche Ronee Blakley ai controcanti, brava cantautrice, anche attrice, chi conosce "Nashville" e "Nightmare" se la ricorderà. Era un bel periodo per Dylan. Pollice in su per la gnoccaggine di Joan.
  • ZannaB
    1 dic 15
    Pensa che la Baez è gnocca anche adesso che avrà più di 70 anni!
  • hjhhjij
    1 dic 15
    Ronee Blakley no.
  • fiomamyblue
    1 dic 15
    dall'opera d'arte alla figa, il passo talvolta è breve
  • fiomamyblue
    1 dic 15
    dall'opera d'arte alla figa, il passo talvolta è breve
  • imasoulman
    1 dic 15
    Jeff Koons la pensa come te
  • ZannaB
    1 dic 15
    E ricorda che io ho le gambe lunghe!
  • Lao Tze
    1 dic 15
    'Joey' non l'ho mai amata.
  • Il Ninho
    1 dic 15
    Ma Isis(non il gruppo terroristico) sono solo io a pensare che è un qualcosa di stupendo?
    Per me una delle sue migliori, ben che qui tra Hurricane Sara e One More Cup Of Coffee ce n'è di scelta
  • fiomamyblue
    1 dic 15
    isis è una canzone meravigliosa
Finalmente ho anche lui. Per me, insieme a Blonde On Blonde costituisce qualitativamente la primissima fascia della discografia dylaniana. Verrebbe da scrivere un tema per ogni brano, mi limito a dire che brani come Joey, One More Cup Of Coffe, Hurricane e Sara sono tra i miei brani preferiti i…

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Il capolavoro dolente del menestrello di Duluth, impreziosito da un violino che si agita, si contorce e fa male. Bellissime tutte le tracce, ma quella a cui sono più legato resta "Sara", una delle più sentite e sofferte canzoni d'amore di tutto il songwriting americano di sempre. 9.

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  • hjhhjij
    27 giu 16
    Chi si rivede. Ciao.
  • tonysoprano
    27 giu 16
    "SARA"...io amo soprattutto Hurricane e Isis
  • SydBarrett96
    28 giu 16
    Ciao Hj, come va? Sono 2-3 mesi che non mi faccio vivo, ma per lo studente di Medicina non esiste Debaser che possa tenere e solo ora sto pian piano riacquistando vita sociale. :( Intanto una super notiziona: il 5 Luglio vado a San Siro a vedere il Boss con il suo The River tour! Tu che mi racconti di bello?
  • hjhhjij
    28 giu 16
    Che non faccio Medicina e quindi ho più tempo libero XD Lo so lo so, è dura (comunque buon concerto). Questa te la dedico
  • tonysoprano
    28 giu 16
    Medicina, da quel che sento in giro, non è una passeggiata, poi è lunga. Comunque, al boss non si può rinunciare, anche se fatico ad apprezzarlo.
  • SydBarrett96
    28 giu 16
    Mitico Scrubs. XD Comunque è durissima (corsi serratissimi, ad Aprile dormivo 3 ore a notte) ma mi sto lentamente riabilitando.
  • hjhhjij
    28 giu 16
    Lo so carissimo, ho anche un ex compagno di liceo che si è iscritto a infermieristica e anche li i ritmi non è che siano leggeri. Pensa medicina...
  • tonysoprano
    12 lug 16
    comunque è finalmente un piacere conoscerti Syd, ogni tanto passo nelle tue classifiche sul prog per prenderne spunto per gli ascolti...
  • Zimmy
    12 lug 16
    Bentornato Syd! :)
    Capolavorissimo questo, macchettelodicoaffà. Madonna quel cazzo di violino...
  • tonysoprano
    12 lug 16
    Il violino di Hurricane è sempre un trauma...
  • Zimmy
    12 lug 16
    Il violino in 'sto disco è un trauma in tutte le tracce. Lo ascolto da anni e sull'intro di "Oh Sister" sono sempre lacrime
  • tonysoprano
    12 lug 16
    Hurricane e Isis sono le mie preferite, poi c'è Sara...
  • tonysoprano
    14 lug 16
    Un grande cantautore, dotato di grandi abilità compositive e vocali, che vorrei suggerirvi Czeslaw Niemen...sottovalutatissimo, che in "Enigmatic" presenta un aspetto quasi teatrale ed "orchestrale", quasi come Bob Dylan (si fa per dire eh!)
  • tonysoprano
    14 lug 16
    so che è da una settimana che vi scasso le balle con sto genio polacco, ma fidatevi che merita, zio porcone
solo Hurricane vale 5. Disco magico, vetta assoluta della discografia Dylaniana.

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