A Tribute To Bob Dylan

by Stephan Ckoehler

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How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind Yes, ’n’ how many years can a mountain exist Before it’s washed to the sea? Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist Before they’re allowed to be free? Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind Yes, ’n’ how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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There is a house down in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk He fills his glasses up to the brim And he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is rambling from town to town Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun Well with one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm a-going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to end my life Down in the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Come gather ’round people, wherever you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin’ Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again And don’t speak too soon for the wheel’s still in spin And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’ For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin’ Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled There’s a battle outside, ragin’ It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin’ Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don’t criticize what you can’t understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin’ Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand For the times they are a-changin’ The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast As the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fadin’ And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin’ For the times they are a-changin’ © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine Y’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 a’kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' 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? Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street and now you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but know you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, do you want to make a deal? How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own... You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all 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... Ah, Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But you'd better take 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? Ah, how does it feel? To be on your own... © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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If you're travelin' to the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine Please see for me if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hair hangs long That's the way I remember her best Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see for me if she's wearing a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin' winds Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev’rybody knows That Baby’s got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl Queen Mary, she’s my friend Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can’t be blessed Till she finally sees that she’s like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls She takes just like a woman, yes She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl Yeah, it was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what’s worse Is this pain in here I can’t stay in here Ain’t it clear that— I just can’t fit Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don’t let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do You make love just like a woman, yes, you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
7.
Mama, take this badge off of me I can’t use it anymore It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can’t shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin’ down I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door... © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler
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You may be an ambassador to England or to France You may like to gamble, you might like to dance You may be the heavyweight champion of the world You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You may be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes you are You’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk You may be the head of some big TV network You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame You may be living in another country under another name But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes you are You’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) You may be a construction worker working on a home You might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome You may own guns and you may even own tanks You may be somebody’s landlord, you may even own banks But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Yes, you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Well, it may be the devil and it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir But you’re gonna have to serve somebody Yes, you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed Still gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Yes, you’re gonna have to serve somebody (Serve somebody) Well, it may be the devil and it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody © 2015 Stephan Ckoehler

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Stephan Ckoehler präsentiert auf diesem Tributalbum einige Hymnen des einflussreichsten Künstlers unserer Tage frisch wie zur Glanzzeit der 60er Jahre. Vom ersten Meisterwerk bis hin zu aktuellen Monumenten, seit 2011 kommt es bei Stephans Bob Dylan-Tributkonzerten überall zu stehenden Ovationen. ☆☆☆ LIVE VIDEO: bit.ly/39whgEP

© 2015 WaldoPhon Rat. | Alle Titel Komp./Texte: Bob Dylan | Produktion: Stephan Ckoehler #DTBoSCK

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released October 9, 2015

Dobro, LapSteel, Add. Backing Vocals: Sully M. Garvey
Add. Gitarren: Marco Pfennig
Bass: Uwe Timm, Darek Kirilov
Schlagzeug: David Seezen
Add. Vocal on "Girl From The North Country": Robert Tyson

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