Teatro Campoamor: una ausencia musical

Robert Allen Zimmerman no ha venido. Una pena.
Algunos hemos crecido y madurado bajo su influjo.

También queríamos cambiar el mundo.

Y Dylan nos hizo creer que era posible y además hacerlo con arte.

Otro error, otra pena.

Una razón para un Premio:

It's all over now, Baby Blue (1965)

You must leave now, take what you need,
you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep,
you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers,
better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding over you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, they are all going home.
The lover who has just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind,
something calls for you.
Forget this dead you've left,
they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the cloth that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Bob Dylan en su mejor época y con uno de sus mejores temas