@@harrylazard805Yeah, he seems to change the lyrics with every performance. He's used that line in many live performances. Indeed he changes some of the other verses too and the chord progressions.
@@DG-mv6zw I read that song in particular was unsettled when he recorded it so he kept changing the lyrics around. What a gift he has, one of a kind...
@@timothywelch4949 I agree with you! (magical) I am not a cover song lover much, but Sarah Jarosz did a good cover of this song, that I actually liked. TC
The best version of this song, with Scarlet Rivera on violin (Dylan saw her walking along the sidewalk in Greenwich Village, carrying a violin case, stopped her & asked if he could hear her play), Rob Stoner on bass, & Howie Wyeth on drums (Wyeth, also a superb pianist, was the nephew of painter Andrew Wyeth. He died way too young, of a heart attack, at age 51). Dylan's performances at this 1975 tribute to John Hammond were some of his best.
Bass player Rob Stoner is the son of Arthur Rothstein, an incredible NYC based photographer. His black and white images of the America of the New Deal are as groundbreaking as Dylan's music.
@@naldino1 Dylan's music wasn't particularly groundbreaking, it's pretty pedestrian, music-wise. Lyric-wise, his "Masters of War" period was rather brief, soon replaced by warehouse eyes and Arabian drums, etc. Dylan also made some really awful albums (Self-Portrait, New Morning, Saved, et al). Arthur Rothstein's work conveys a great deal more substance for me than Bob Dylan's.
@@ericmalone3213 I think you'd do well to be rather more sophisticated and nuanced in your definition of "Groundbreaking" - which itself is something of a hackneyed and often misinterpreted term. You could be guilty of comparing apples to oranges. As for the "Saved" album, I think you fail to appreciate how doctrinally sound and theologically rich the lyrics are....unless you judge music by the melody alone. Everyone feels duty bound to hate that particular album (and that period) because authentic biblical Christian teaching makes people feel very uncomfortable indeed. I guess you've just jumped on that particular band wagon. Try and think independently.
@@DG-mv6zw Ah, a word from The Jesus Crazy. "Groundbreaking" originated in the previous comment by @naldo1. I was responding to him. You have plenty of other Jesus Cuckoos to engage with. I have no interest in your particular psychosis, Auld Nut.
Bob up front. hahahahah the change in lyrics and how he delivers them...only Dylan fans could appreciate. of course, only John Hammond could ask Bob to do this.
“A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin’ by the arcade As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate.”
I saw him a couple years ago and he mostly played Rough and Rowdy Ways, but the few classics he did play were like that. Gotta Serve Somebody wasn’t necessarily changed lyrically, but he upped the tempo double speed and it was so cool. A lot of artists, I want to see or hear their work in original form, but with Bob, I’d almost be disappointed because he’s such a genius at doing what Bob do.
These are the default lyrics for live versions of this song from 1975 until today, with some of the numerous variations indicated in the right column. For more substantial variations that were used only at a specific time, the year has been indicated. They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and felt a spark tingle to her bones. 'Twas then she felt alone and wished that she'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a river front hotel [renovated/cheap/little hotel] with a neon burnin' bright. [threw his wide-brimmed hat on the bed (1981)] [/with a neon burning dim, He [she] felt the heat of the night he looked at her and she looked at him hit him [her] like a freight train with that look that can manipulate Moving down with a simple twist of fate. brought on by a simple twist of fate (1980)] A saxophone someplace softly played As she was walkin' on by the arcade. She heard a melody rise and fade and the sun was coming up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about that simple twist of fate. He woke up, and she was gone He didn't see nothing but the dawn. Got out of bed and put his shoes back on, [clothes/wide-brimmed hat (1981)] pushed back the blinds, Found a note she'd left behind but he just could not relate [/concentrate on] to anything 'cept that simple twist of fate. [/to which he just could not relate, all about that simple twist of fate] He hears the ticking of the clocks hunts for her through the city blocks [/Looks for her everywhere he walks (1988)] [/people hear him humming as he walks (1997)] Even down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all roll in. Maybe he'll see [spot] her once again, how long must he wait One more time for a simple twist of fate. People tell me it's a crime To know to much * for too long a time. [think of her/remember her] She should have caught me in my prime, She would have stayed with me. Instead of going off to sea, and leaving me to meditate upon that simple twist of fate.
Christ, this is beauuuuuuutiful. So beautiful. Full of beauty. One of my top ten Bob songs. Love the Budokan version too and of course BOTT …. ❤️ this man. Scarlet is astonishingly fabulous here too. ❤❤❤❤❤
His phrasing is incredible-nobody puts a song “across” like Bob. He tells a story with real power and vulnerability - not unlike other greats like Sinatra or Billie Holliday And turns the word “ meditate “ into a 6 syllable jazz riff …
They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him and he felt a spark Tingle to his bones 'Twas then he felt alone And wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate They walked alone by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel With a neon burning bright He felt the heat of the night Hit him like a freight train Moving with a simple twist of fate A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walking on by the arcade As the light bust through a beat up shade Where he was waking up She dropped a coin into the cup Another blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere He told himself he didn't care Pushed the window open wide Felt an emptiness inside To which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks Hunts her down by the waterfront docks Where the sailors all come in Maybe she'll pick him out again How long must he wait? One more time for a simple twist of fate People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring She was born in spring But I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate
Most of what he sings is similar enough that I don't think the entirety of the new lyrics is needed, but I do wanna point out the very different last verse "People tell me it's a crime To feel too much at any one time She shoulda caught me in my prime She woulda stayed with me Instead of going off to sea And leaving me to meditate Upon that simple twist of fate" Some of my favorite lyrics Dylan ever wrote, right up there with the original ending.
Staat ook op DVD.... Alweer "a timeless masterpiece". Alweer een sublieme Bob Dylan compositie... die door diverse anderen mooi & knap werden gezongen....met vaak een rijker en mooiklinkend arrangement... B D is een verdiende Nobelprijswinnaar van Literatuur... veel van zijn songs zijn gebalde romans... ongelooflijk knap... met hele knappe vondsten erin! Te bewonderen! Blij dat ik kan genieten van het "uitzonderlijk knappe" in heel wat Dylan songs...
I'm glad Bob has something for each of us. I actually prefer the parrot bit cause he's saying his brain is repeating things over and over like a parrot does. It takes me back to a heartbreak moment where you just rewind those moments in your head and think, "What could I have done different?"
Long story but I've been looking for this version since I've seen the hurricane and oh sister and loved it overall great track one of dylan greatest and a wonder of songwriting
Most of these lyrics are way better than the recorded version. I was literally looking for live versions to see if he'd get rid of the 'walked along with a parrot that talks.' Because that line was some filler bs and takes you right out of the song.
Inspired By The Goddess King of Orion My Everything Shawn Colvin Inspired by our beloved and infinitely blessed Bob Dylan from ''A Simple Twist Of Fate' or a twist of synchronicity? Both? Crazy Loves A Ghost Posted in Uncategorized with tags Shawn Colvin Crazy on January 12, 2008 by blackshepherd Crazy Loves A Ghost - I’m in love with a ghost I’m a walkin’ creep show she’s the one I love the most I’m a fuckin’ freak show I’ll be a fool to millions cause I ain’t got no pride if my story makes you squirm then let me take you for a ride I bleed for real in cyberspace I cry like the insane I’m a skyscraper full of windows with cracks in every pane the devil gets no sympathy and I don’t get none neither forget about empathy no one wants the crazy fever but I’ll spill my guts to the masses when it comes to crazy ain’t no maybes I don’t need no fuckin’ classes I’m bit clean through… got the love sick rabies so have a laugh at my expense don’t be sittin’ on no fence I’ll give you front row seats in my crazy circus tents cause I love a ghost and I can’t tell what’s real I can’t find salvation in this profession that ha ha heals today I’m ridin’ up the coast north to Cambridge town with a mind as burnt as toast gonna walk around with my arms around a ghost even though I can’t see her I know her through and through gonna visit a haunted house see if the aura’s still hangin’ of the spirit I love the most it’s like a good head bangin’ when you won’t give up the ghost - end - Passim - August 29, 2007 Has my poetic license expired yet? This one was written on the train up to Cambridge one day and maybe at Passim…can’t remember. But clearly it’s of the fantasy variety. Giving oneself over to the feeling of loving someone who’s as good as a ghost…she haunts Passim and Cambridge like she does for people who have loved her wherever she’s gone. So it was a day spent letting that fantasy a little closer even than usual. I actually sent it to her through private messaging on her web-site thinking that maybe she’s get it or at least be amused. She may have been more alarmed…I can never know. But it is just poetry and I was confident that at the end of the day she’d respect that. I remember now what else I was feeling when I wrote it. It was the time I was getting ridicule on her website…even Ljoy had used the word “creepy”…that did it…didn’t want to be creepy but then I thought: “fuck her” it wasn’t written to or about her anyway…so there’s a lot of “fuck you” in it…it’s like…ok…you think it’s crazy…well chew on this. But I never did post it on her site cause I knew the fans would go ballistic as they did finally…all 6 of them who monopolize the site…fuck you…to them. I forgot to mention that the line: “this profession that ha ha heals” is, of course, a reference to SC’s lyric cause I was so burned out as a psychotherapist and had left my practice and lost most of what I’d spent all those years building. A little bitterness there I guess but of course it’s not her fault that I’m nuts and I don’t blame her…it just fit into the poem…all part of my insanity. I was also starting to realize “oh! my God!” the entire world could read this and I’ve left enough of a trail to make it possible to make myself a laughing stalk around the world…so it’s “fuck you” to that too…at this point I really couldn’t have cared less about working as a psychotherapist again. And as of this writing there’s a very strong chance that I never will again. I just realized that one of the primary motivations of this poem is the feeling of loss/nostalgia for the days when SC used to travel those paths…just a little troubador with a heart as big as Texas. Imagine if you could see the whole thing in one sweep. Oh! I do miss those days so much. I could have done so much more with that time. How I regret going to social work school…well maybe not that so much as going to CT and joining the VA…that all took me so far away from myself…or away from the me I had a chance of becoming…the one who might have written a song SC would have liked…is this still possible? Theoretically yes but it is the longest of long shots but strangely enough there’s nothing else I really care about although I’m perfectly aware that a normal person wouldn’t go this route…but I gave up on the pursuit of normal awhile ago. August 11, 2023 - Maine I just realized after reading this again and reflecting on how I felt at that time 35 years ago when I was studying Voice piano and guitar and in therapy for 5 years 2x week and having finished my philosophy degree when I met Shawn Colvin on our shared 32nd birthday. I met her first in '87 though at 'Passim' where I told her: "you're the best singer I ever heard". She said: "thanks" and I left. Next time was on 1-10-88 when she said from stage it was her birthday and I thought: "Oh My God!". I had devoured Jung already and was always on the prowl for synchronicities and BANG! This. So I showed her my license after the show and she said: "I'm sure this is significant somehow". I never asked how until today Shawn so "like how exactly" now that I've written over 100 poems to and about you? I'm curious. We both had Martin D28 guitars when we met. Both sober 5 years in AA. Born on the same parallel of latitude 42.77 during the 'Great Ice Storm' of 1956 an 'Anti-cyclone' that spun counterclockwise and travelled east to west. She was born in a town starting with the 7 letters Vermill, My hometown 1500 miles on a line ends with the 7 letters Verhill. 1-10-56 adds up to 11 11 the sign for 'Twin Flames' Her only daughter would be born 11 days after my only sister died and my mother gave birth to me at 42.5 years like Shawn. We both hated school, started fires, had deep issues with our mothers, were abused by our Scottish fathers for leaving the cellar door open. Both alcoholics and depressive. Both love sailing and running and biking and both went camping as kids in Rambler station wagons There's a lot more. I'll fill it in later. But I ask you: is this a recipe for disaster, true love or insanity? I feel like I've proven that it's been all of these things and more for me but I love my work writing about it and her and I still worship Shawn Colvin and she's still the best singer I've ever heard (and I sang Verdi's Requiem with the Hartford Chorale as 1st tenor in Carnegie Hall) and for Harry Huff at Old South Church in Boston who had arranged stuff for Art Garfunkel and Judy Collins in NYC. Weird enough for you? Crazy enough for you. Love story enough for you? I'm curious. Before I met Shawn I worked as a merchant seaman Able Bodied Seaman and Bos'n on tankers out of Boston and worked for the 6th Fleet Military Sealift Command on TAO Neosho 143 as Able Seaman Watchstander and un-rep helmsman as a civilian and for NOAA boats 'Ferrel' a buoy tender (off-shore supply boat rigged with a crane which I operated among other things) on the Hudson River. We were docked on Governor's Island and I used to walk the miles up to the Village to hang out and watch the street scene. I worked on the NOAA boat 'Heck' a sidescan sonar boat out of New London, CT..She was a cool fast little boat about the size of a Gulf of Mexico 'crew boat' if you know what that is. I used to have access to our little Whaler and I would go out and jump the wakes of the Ferries coming in and out and almost went over backwards once to the delight of the passengers lined up along the rail watching. And on the NOAA boat 'Oregon ll out of Pascagoula, Miss. for 3 months in '91. She was a Utility boat rigged for shrimping so she was a big shrimp boat and we spent 3 months catching shrimp all over the Gulf. Everything that came up in the nets went through the long table in the cabin where scientific crew would sort and measure every variable as to depth, location etc and that's how the fishing quotas are set. I had my Martin with me. At the end of that summer I was on a DOD boat in Norfolk when Desert Storm started and got invited to go with hazard pay for war zone which would have been double pay but I chose to go back to Boston College to finish the last year on my MSW and on to the VA from there. I worked on offshore supply boats in the Gulf of Mexico in the 70s and along the way I've been arrested 35 times (so the theme of 'going straight...putting yourself in good enough spiritual shape to be worthy of your 'Twin Soul') so Dylan's 'A Simple Twist Of Fate' is deeply poignant and highly significant. The song always felt like it established a very intertwined synchronicity among Shawn Dylan and myself so I feel like I should give him a co-write 'Simple Twist Of Fate' has been embedded in my memory for 50 years. You are a light unto the world, mystery and deep mysticism. We adore you forever Bob Dylan. Peace Love Bliss Nirvana for you for eternity. SC
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Hands down, "Blood On The Tracks" is my all time favorite album.
People tell me it’s a crime. To feel too much at one time. Every line he sings is so thought-provoking
"She should've caught me in my prime, She would've stayed with me." Saddest lyric in the while song. Very relatable to so many people.
That's not the line he used in the recording, he was working on how to "finish" that song for years....
@@harrylazard805Yeah, he seems to change the lyrics with every performance. He's used that line in many live performances. Indeed he changes some of the other verses too and the chord progressions.
@@DG-mv6zw I read that song in particular was unsettled when he recorded it so he kept changing the lyrics around. What a gift he has, one of a kind...
@@harrylazard805Absolutely right, my friend.
The greatest song, on the greatest album, from the greatest songwriter. Mr Dylan - thank you.
Scarlett Rivera's Violin is something else.
It elevates these songs on another level
Wish we were still in our prime!!❤❤❤
@@326cher he is so great. He wrote such beautiful words
You betchya
John Hammond, and Harold Leventhal, the masters, that made it all work.
My favorite artist of all time. His lyrics touch every facet of life, and this is one of my fav songs that Dylan wrote and sang.
I know it's almost spiritual.
@@timothywelch4949 I agree with you! (magical) I am not a cover song lover much, but Sarah Jarosz did a good cover of this song, that I actually liked. TC
Damn straight!! He wrote my life before I had time to live it.
Bob’s voice is just fine!!!❤
The best version of this song, with Scarlet Rivera on violin (Dylan saw her walking along the sidewalk in Greenwich Village, carrying a violin case, stopped her & asked if he could hear her play), Rob Stoner on bass, & Howie Wyeth on drums (Wyeth, also a superb pianist, was the nephew of painter Andrew Wyeth. He died way too young, of a heart attack, at age 51). Dylan's performances at this 1975 tribute to John Hammond were some of his best.
Bass player Rob Stoner is the son of Arthur Rothstein, an incredible NYC based photographer. His black and white images of the America of the New Deal are as groundbreaking as Dylan's music.
@@naldino1 Dylan's music wasn't particularly groundbreaking, it's pretty pedestrian, music-wise. Lyric-wise, his "Masters of War" period was rather brief, soon replaced by warehouse eyes and Arabian drums, etc. Dylan also made some really awful albums (Self-Portrait, New Morning, Saved, et al). Arthur Rothstein's work conveys a great deal more substance for me than Bob Dylan's.
@@ericmalone3213 I think you'd do well to be rather more sophisticated and nuanced in your definition of
"Groundbreaking" - which itself is something of a hackneyed and often misinterpreted term. You could be guilty of comparing apples to oranges. As for the "Saved" album, I think you fail to appreciate how doctrinally sound and theologically rich the lyrics are....unless you judge music by the melody alone. Everyone feels duty bound to hate that particular album (and that period) because authentic biblical Christian teaching makes people feel very uncomfortable indeed. I guess you've just jumped on that particular band wagon. Try and think independently.
@@DG-mv6zw Ah, a word from The Jesus Crazy. "Groundbreaking" originated in the previous comment by @naldo1. I was responding to him. You have plenty of other Jesus Cuckoos to engage with. I have no interest in your particular psychosis, Auld Nut.
Bob up front. hahahahah the change in lyrics and how he delivers them...only Dylan fans could appreciate. of course, only John Hammond could ask Bob to do this.
what do mean only John Hammond could ask him? Do you think Bob wouldn’t of done this performance otherwise?
@@noahscotti3545 yes, that's what I mean. He did it for JOHN.
@@michaelmiller2397 Do you know what Tv show this was filmed for ?
Best lyricist with best phrasing!! I love this man!
D see what .
Phenomenal performance
“A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade
where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.”
A moment in time. Captured. Priceless.
The magnificent way he changes up the lyrics to this and so many other songs continues to astonish me.
I heard once when he was working with the Dead that Bobby asked Dylan if he ever forgets the words. Dylan said
Not the important ones.
I saw him a couple years ago and he mostly played Rough and Rowdy Ways, but the few classics he did play were like that. Gotta Serve Somebody wasn’t necessarily changed lyrically, but he upped the tempo double speed and it was so cool. A lot of artists, I want to see or hear their work in original form, but with Bob, I’d almost be disappointed because he’s such a genius at doing what Bob do.
Absolutely.💛
These are the default lyrics for live versions of this song from 1975 until today, with some of the numerous variations indicated in the right column. For more substantial variations that were used only at a specific time, the year has been indicated.
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and felt a spark
tingle to her bones.
'Twas then she felt alone
and wished that she'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a river front hotel [renovated/cheap/little hotel]
with a neon burnin' bright. [threw his wide-brimmed hat on the bed (1981)]
[/with a neon burning dim,
He [she] felt the heat of the night he looked at her and she looked at him
hit him [her] like a freight train with that look that can manipulate
Moving down with a simple twist of fate. brought on by a simple twist of fate (1980)]
A saxophone someplace softly played
As she was walkin' on by the arcade.
She heard a melody rise and fade
and the sun was coming up,
She dropped a coin into the cup
of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about that simple twist of fate.
He woke up, and she was gone
He didn't see nothing but the dawn.
Got out of bed and put his shoes back on, [clothes/wide-brimmed hat (1981)]
pushed back the blinds,
Found a note she'd left behind
but he just could not relate [/concentrate on]
to anything 'cept that simple twist of fate. [/to which he just could not relate,
all about that simple twist of fate]
He hears the ticking of the clocks
hunts for her through the city blocks [/Looks for her everywhere he walks (1988)]
[/people hear him humming as he walks (1997)]
Even down by the waterfront docks
where the sailers all roll in.
Maybe he'll see [spot] her once again,
how long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a crime
To know to much * for too long a time. [think of her/remember her]
She should have caught me in my prime,
She would have stayed with me.
Instead of going off to sea,
and leaving me to meditate
upon that simple twist of fate.
Christ, this is beauuuuuuutiful. So beautiful. Full of beauty. One of my top ten Bob songs. Love the Budokan version too and of course BOTT …. ❤️ this man. Scarlet is astonishingly fabulous here too. ❤❤❤❤❤
His phrasing is incredible-nobody puts a song “across” like Bob. He tells a story with real power and vulnerability - not unlike other greats like Sinatra or Billie Holliday
And turns the word “ meditate “ into a 6 syllable jazz riff …
his best song - and my favorite thanks Justin
Amazingly beautiful. Bob n Scarlet. Wow ❤❤❤
Tingles down my spine, amazing
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones
'Twas then he felt alone
And wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel
With a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night
Hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat up shade
Where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup
Another blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere
He told himself he didn't care
Pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside
To which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all come in
Maybe she'll pick him out again
How long must he wait?
One more time for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring
She was born in spring
But I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate
He changed several lines in this performance
@@MrFranganito yes he is always changing something in his songs. That's what makes him so good. You are not always listening to the same song
@@vincenzostr4488 I know, so the lyrics you shared are of no use.
Not true his changes don’t significantly change the meaning.
Most of what he sings is similar enough that I don't think the entirety of the new lyrics is needed, but I do wanna point out the very different last verse
"People tell me it's a crime
To feel too much at any one time
She shoulda caught me in my prime
She woulda stayed with me
Instead of going off to sea
And leaving me to meditate
Upon that simple twist of fate"
Some of my favorite lyrics Dylan ever wrote, right up there with the original ending.
Wow, I love the alternate lyrics. The song hit me a little differently.
Yeah, he does that! Bob, Bob, oh Bob. Love Bob.
Staat ook op DVD.... Alweer "a timeless masterpiece". Alweer een sublieme Bob Dylan compositie... die door diverse anderen mooi & knap werden gezongen....met vaak een rijker en mooiklinkend arrangement... B D is een verdiende Nobelprijswinnaar van Literatuur... veel van zijn songs zijn gebalde romans... ongelooflijk knap... met hele knappe vondsten erin! Te bewonderen! Blij dat ik kan genieten van het "uitzonderlijk knappe" in heel wat Dylan songs...
❤Just so beautiful. I listened to Blood On The Tracks straight through two days ago. What a journey. It had been sometime
have you heard the alternates he recorded? pretty awesome
THese lyrics are so great they make me laugh !! I like the fiddle it adds a great sound!!
I like the improvement in the lyrics from the original. Especially dropping the parrot line.
I'm glad Bob has something for each of us. I actually prefer the parrot bit cause he's saying his brain is repeating things over and over like a parrot does. It takes me back to a heartbreak moment where you just rewind those moments in your head and think, "What could I have done different?"
100% That parrot line was absolutely terrible. And I'm sure he realised that within 3 months.
No, can’t compare to the studio version, acoustic and resonant. nothing can… but it’s a great performance.
What a grate group of people..grate band too. ❤😂
full of beauty.
The longing is bottomless.Roll on Bob
Love you Bob
Incredible phrasing!!!❤
Utter genius.
thank you for the upload. i couldn't find it any more on the web.... deepest bow.
Genius guy that all I can say love him
Love you Bob, Prime or not!❤
Finally found that Video after a few weeks in jail... this means alot to me thank you for the upload!!
Man, that voice.
Saddest Dylan song ever
Grate bass playing too.❤
Long story but I've been looking for this version since I've seen the hurricane and oh sister and loved it overall great track one of dylan greatest and a wonder of songwriting
Genius
So well done thanks alot for those times bob so many different memeriuors
Nice one 👍
Beauty full
Jeez, he could deliver a song.
If he’d caught me in my prime, he’d ‘ave stayed with me…
❤
It is a pity that the quality of video doesn't match the version only available on Facebook
where the heck did he get that harmonica on Ab scale?
Most of these lyrics are way better than the recorded version. I was literally looking for live versions to see if he'd get rid of the 'walked along with a parrot that talks.' Because that line was some filler bs and takes you right out of the song.
damn
the eye contact w scarlett when he changes lyrics
what was the tracklist on this appearance?
For Dylan, Hurricane, Simple Twist of Fate, Oh, Sister
So Bob with Joan when in High School then @ forest Hills when he went Electric
was this played in the key of g sharp
yes
Inspired By The Goddess King of Orion My Everything Shawn Colvin
Inspired by our beloved and infinitely blessed Bob Dylan from ''A Simple Twist Of Fate' or a twist of synchronicity? Both?
Crazy Loves A Ghost
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Shawn Colvin Crazy on January 12, 2008 by blackshepherd
Crazy Loves A Ghost
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I’m in love with a ghost
I’m a walkin’ creep show
she’s the one I love the most
I’m a fuckin’ freak show
I’ll be a fool to millions
cause I ain’t got no pride
if my story makes you squirm
then let me take you for a ride
I bleed for real in cyberspace
I cry like the insane
I’m a skyscraper full of windows
with cracks in every pane
the devil gets no sympathy
and I don’t get none neither
forget about empathy
no one wants the crazy fever
but I’ll spill my guts to the masses
when it comes to crazy ain’t no maybes
I don’t need no fuckin’ classes
I’m bit clean through… got the love sick rabies
so have a laugh at my expense
don’t be sittin’ on no fence
I’ll give you front row seats
in my crazy circus tents
cause I love a ghost
and I can’t tell what’s real
I can’t find salvation
in this profession that ha ha heals
today I’m ridin’ up the coast
north to Cambridge town
with a mind as burnt as toast
gonna walk around
with my arms around a ghost
even though I can’t see her
I know her through and through
gonna visit a haunted house
see if the aura’s still hangin’
of the spirit I love the most
it’s like a good head bangin’
when you won’t give up the ghost
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end
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Passim - August 29, 2007
Has my poetic license expired yet?
This one was written on the train up to Cambridge one day and maybe at Passim…can’t remember. But clearly it’s of the fantasy variety. Giving oneself over to the feeling of loving someone who’s as good as a ghost…she haunts Passim and Cambridge like she does for people who have loved her wherever she’s gone. So it was a day spent letting that fantasy a little closer even than usual. I actually sent it to her through private messaging on her web-site thinking that maybe she’s get it or at least be amused. She may have been more alarmed…I can never know. But it is just poetry and I was confident that at the end of the day she’d respect that.
I remember now what else I was feeling when I wrote it. It was the time I was getting ridicule on her website…even Ljoy had used the word “creepy”…that did it…didn’t want to be creepy but then I thought: “fuck her” it wasn’t written to or about her anyway…so there’s a lot of “fuck you” in it…it’s like…ok…you think it’s crazy…well chew on this. But I never did post it on her site cause I knew the fans would go ballistic as they did finally…all 6 of them who monopolize the site…fuck you…to them.
I forgot to mention that the line: “this profession that ha ha heals” is, of course, a reference to SC’s lyric cause I was so burned out as a psychotherapist and had left my practice and lost most of what I’d spent all those years building. A little bitterness there I guess but of course it’s not her fault that I’m nuts and I don’t blame her…it just fit into the poem…all part of my insanity.
I was also starting to realize “oh! my God!” the entire world could read this and I’ve left enough of a trail to make it possible to make myself a laughing stalk around the world…so it’s “fuck you” to that too…at this point I really couldn’t have cared less about working as a psychotherapist again. And as of this writing there’s a very strong chance that I never will again.
I just realized that one of the primary motivations of this poem is the feeling of loss/nostalgia for the days when SC used to travel those paths…just a little troubador with a heart as big as Texas. Imagine if you could see the whole thing in one sweep. Oh! I do miss those days so much. I could have done so much more with that time. How I regret going to social work school…well maybe not that so much as going to CT and joining the VA…that all took me so far away from myself…or away from the me I had a chance of becoming…the one who might have written a song SC would have liked…is this still possible? Theoretically yes but it is the longest of long shots but strangely enough there’s nothing else I really care about although I’m perfectly aware that a normal person wouldn’t go this route…but I gave up on the pursuit of normal awhile ago.
August 11, 2023 - Maine
I just realized after reading this again and reflecting on how I felt at that time 35 years ago when I was studying Voice piano and guitar and in therapy for 5 years 2x week and having finished my philosophy degree when I met Shawn Colvin on our shared 32nd birthday. I met her first in '87 though at 'Passim' where I told her: "you're the best singer I ever heard". She said: "thanks" and I left. Next time was on 1-10-88 when she said from stage it was her birthday and I thought: "Oh My God!". I had devoured Jung already and was always on the prowl for synchronicities and BANG! This. So I showed her my license after the show and she said: "I'm sure this is significant somehow". I never asked how until today Shawn so "like how exactly" now that I've written over 100 poems to and about you? I'm curious. We both had Martin D28 guitars when we met. Both sober 5 years in AA. Born on the same parallel of latitude 42.77 during the 'Great Ice Storm' of 1956 an 'Anti-cyclone' that spun counterclockwise and travelled east to west. She was born in a town starting with the 7 letters Vermill, My hometown 1500 miles on a line ends with the 7 letters Verhill. 1-10-56 adds up to 11 11 the sign for 'Twin Flames' Her only daughter would be born 11 days after my only sister died and my mother gave birth to me at 42.5 years like Shawn. We both hated school, started fires, had deep issues with our mothers, were abused by our Scottish fathers for leaving the cellar door open. Both alcoholics and depressive. Both love sailing and running and biking and both went camping as kids in Rambler station wagons There's a lot more. I'll fill it in later. But I ask you: is this a recipe for disaster, true love or insanity? I feel like I've proven that it's been all of these things and more for me but I love my work writing about it and her and I still worship Shawn Colvin and she's still the best singer I've ever heard (and I sang Verdi's Requiem with the Hartford Chorale as 1st tenor in Carnegie Hall) and for Harry Huff at Old South Church in Boston who had arranged stuff for Art Garfunkel and Judy Collins in NYC. Weird enough for you? Crazy enough for you. Love story enough for you? I'm curious.
Before I met Shawn I worked as a merchant seaman Able Bodied Seaman and Bos'n on tankers out of Boston and worked for the 6th Fleet Military Sealift Command on TAO Neosho 143 as Able Seaman Watchstander and un-rep helmsman as a civilian and for NOAA boats 'Ferrel' a buoy tender (off-shore supply boat rigged with a crane which I operated among other things) on the Hudson River. We were docked on Governor's Island and I used to walk the miles up to the Village to hang out and watch the street scene. I worked on the NOAA boat 'Heck' a sidescan sonar boat out of New London, CT..She was a cool fast little boat about the size of a Gulf of Mexico 'crew boat' if you know what that is. I used to have access to our little Whaler and I would go out and jump the wakes of the Ferries coming in and out and almost went over backwards once to the delight of the passengers lined up along the rail watching. And on the NOAA boat 'Oregon ll out of Pascagoula, Miss. for 3 months in '91. She was a Utility boat rigged for shrimping so she was a big shrimp boat and we spent 3 months catching shrimp all over the Gulf. Everything that came up in the nets went through the long table in the cabin where scientific crew would sort and measure every variable as to depth, location etc and that's how the fishing quotas are set. I had my Martin with me. At the end of that summer I was on a DOD boat in Norfolk when Desert Storm started and got invited to go with hazard pay for war zone which would have been double pay but I chose to go back to Boston College to finish the last year on my MSW and on to the VA from there. I worked on offshore supply boats in the Gulf of Mexico in the 70s and along the way I've been arrested 35 times (so the theme of 'going straight...putting yourself in good enough spiritual shape to be worthy of your 'Twin Soul') so Dylan's 'A Simple Twist Of Fate' is deeply poignant and highly significant. The song always felt like it established a very intertwined synchronicity among Shawn Dylan and myself so I feel like I should give him a co-write 'Simple Twist Of Fate' has been embedded in my memory for 50 years. You are a light unto the world, mystery and deep mysticism. We adore you forever Bob Dylan. Peace Love Bliss Nirvana for you for eternity.
SC
Back when entertainers had some dignity at least.
If I was to ever get a tramp stamp, it would say "Bob Dylan."
Lernen. Elsa.
Bob Dylan died today, hasn't happen yet...but when it does it not going to change all he has done in his own way, a song and dance man
Violin....not ..quite there..on this one. Bob is superb however
another gem of god dylan.... No. 33779