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Dylan with members of The Band?  Note: audio only. TRACKLIST: 0:00 – She Belongs To Me 4:20 – To Ramona [CUT OUT FOR COPYRIGHT] 9:26 – Gates Of Eden 16:10 – It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue 21:14 – Desolation Row 31:30 – Love Minus Zero/No Limit 35:38 – Mr. Tambourine Man [CUT OUT FOR COPYRIGHT] 41:24 – Tombstone Blues 46:11 – I Don’t Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met) 50:52 – From A Buick 6 54:28 – Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues 59:30 – Maggie’s Farm [CUT OUT FOR COPYRIGHT] 1:04:12 – It Ain’t Me, Babe 1:08:45 – Ballad Of A Thin Man 1:15:50 – Like A Rolling Stone

Originally recorded under the pseudonym of Blind Boy Grunt:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2ztA7D3VtE

Playlist of the entire album Bringing It All Back Home:

VISIONS OF JOHANNA

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be 
      so quiet? 
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it 
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it 
Lights flicker from the opposite loft 
In this room the heat pipes just cough 
The country music station plays soft 
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off 
Just Louise and her lover so entwined 
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key 
     chain 
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train 
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight, ask himself if 
     it's him or them that's insane 
Louise, she's all right, she's just near 
She's delicate and seems like the mirror 
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear 
That Johanna's not here 
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face 
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
 
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously 
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously 
And when bringing her name up he speaks of a farewell kiss to me 
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all 
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall 
How can I explain? It's so hard to get on 
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
 
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial 
Voices echo "This is what salvation must be like after a while" 
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues--you can tell by the way 
     she smiles 
See the primitive wallflower freeze 
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze 
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees" 
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule 
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
 
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for 
     him 
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say
     a prayer for him" 
But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As 
     she, herself, prepares for him 
And Madonna, she still has not showed 
We see this empty cage now corrode 
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed 
The fiddler, he now steps to the road 
He writes everything's been returned which was owed 
On the back of the fish truck that loads 
While my conscience explodes 
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain 
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain 

by Bob Dylan

Full concert (58 min.):

His best performances with The Band:

 

Dylan & The Band live in 1966:

[CLICK TO SEE BEST OF DYLAN LIVE 1966]

Playlist of entire album of John Wesley Harding:

Dylan performs 4 songs with Clapton & Band:

With Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers:

Video of entire concert:

Playlist of entire album of Blood on the Tracks:

Also from the Rolling Thunder Revue Tour:

2 hours of Rolling Thunder Revue live 1976 (Soundboard Compilation):

 

Duet with Joan Baez:

Dylan covers Sam Cooke’s “A Change is Gonna Come”:

Original version:

BLIND WILLIE McTELL

 
Seen the arrow on the doorpost 
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To new Jerusalem”
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I can tell you one thing
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
And I can tell you one thing
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

There’s a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He’s dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
Some of them died in the battle
Some of them survived as well
And I can tell you one thing
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I can tell you one thing
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

by Bob Dylan, Copyright © 1983 by Special Rider Music

Duet by Bob & Willie Nelson (who co-wrote the song with Bob):

Dylan with members of Tom Petty’s Heartbreakers:

Bob Dylan and Susan Tedeschi perform “Highway 61 Revisited” on November 20, 1999 at Newark, Delaware:

Outtake from MTV UNPLUGGED 11.17. 1994:

Better than the studio version. Live with Petty & Heartbreakers, 1986:

Live at the Supper Club, NYC, Nov. 1993:

Live at Woodstock, 1994 with the Neverending Tour Band:

 

Playlist of full album Modern Times:

The official music video of ‘When the Deal Goes Down,’ directed by Academy Award winner Bennet Miller and starring Scarlet Johanssen:

PO’ BOY

Man comes to the door—I say, “For whom are you looking?”
He says, “Your wife,” I say, “She’s busy in the kitchen cookin’”
Poor boy—-where you been?
I already tol’ you—-won’t tell you again
I say, “How much you want for that?” I go into the store
The man says, “Three dollars.” “All right,” I say, “Will you take four?”
Poor boy—-never say die
Things will be all right by and by
Been workin’ on the mainline—-workin’ like the devil
The game is the same-—it’s just on a different level
Poor boy—dressed in black
Police at your back
Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin’ stars
Ridin’ first-class trains—-making the rounds
Tryin’ to keep from fallin’ between the cars
Othello told Desdemona, “I’m cold, cover me with a blanket
By the way, what happened to that poison wine?”
She says, “I gave it to you, you drank it”
Poor boy, layin’ ’em straight—-
pickin’ up the cherries fallin’ off the plate
Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin’ them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says send up a room
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer
My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him
When my mother died, my uncle took me in—=he ran a funeral parlor
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won’t forget him
All I know is that I’m thrilled by your kiss
I don’t know any more than this
Poor boy, pickin’ up sticks
Build ya a house out of mortar and bricks
Knockin’ on the door, I say, “Who is it and where are you from?”
Man says, “Freddy!” I say, “Freddy who?” He says, “Freddy or not 
     here I come”
Poor boy ’neath the stars that shine
Washin’ them dishes, feedin’ them swine

by Bob Dylan   © 2001 by Special Rider Music

Better than studio version:

Dylan’s tribute to John Lennon:

ROLL ON JOHN

Doctor, doctor tell me the time of day 
Another bottle's empty, another penny spent
He turned around and he slowly walked away
They shot him in the back and down he went

Shine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

From the Liverpool docks to the red-light Hamburg streets
Down in the quarry with the Quarry men
Playing to the big crowds, playing to the cheap seats
Another day in the life on your way to your journey's end

Shine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

Sailin' through the trade winds bound for the south
Rags on your back just like any other slave
They tied your hands and they clamped your mouth
Wasn't no way out of that deep dark cave

Shine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

I heard the news today, oh boy
They hauled your ship up on the shore
Now the city gone dark, there is no more joy
They tore the heart right out and cut him to the core

Shine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

Put on your bags and get 'em packed
Leave right now, you won't be far from wrong
The sooner you go the quicker you'll be back
You've been cooped up on an island far too long

Shine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

Slow down you're moving way too fast
Come together right now over me
Your bones are weary, you're about to breathe your last
Lord, you know how hard that it can be

Shine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

Roll on, John, roll through the rain and snow
Take the right-hand road and go where the buffalo roam
They'll trap you in an ambush before you know
Too late now to sail back home

Shine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

Tyger, tyger burning bright
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
In the forests of the night
Cover 'em over and let him sleep

S
hine your light
Movin' on
You burned so bright
Roll on, John

by Bob Dylan

Wonderful time-lapse photography here:

Playlist of entire album (all official videos) of “Rough and Rowdy Ways”:

Dylan song about the JFK assassination:

60 songs from Dylan’s “Fragments”:

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ANOTHER SIDE OF BOB, RADIO HOST AND SELECTOR OF SONGS:

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