Bob Dylan: Like A Rolling Stone | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Like A Rolling Stone» von Bob Dylan.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1965 06 28 (Single), 1965 08 30 (Album)
Label: Columbia 4 43346, Columbia CL 2389
Songwriter Bob Dylan
Produktion: Tom Wilson
Genre: Rock - Folkrock - Psychedelicfolkrock

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Ein Beitrag von Michael E. Ross (Popmatters, 6. Oktober 2010) betont, dass der Song nicht so sehr der Ausdruck der zynischen, vielleicht überheblichen Bosheit des jungen Dylan ist, sondern die Unsicherheit des modernen Lebens thematisiert.

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Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Tom Wilson

Lyrics

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 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 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 going to 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 ask him, "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 drinking, thinking that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift 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?