Man thinks ‘cause he rules the Earth, he can do with it as he please
And if things don’t change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom
First step was touching the moon
Now, there’s a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who, gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, they take him, and they teach him, and they groom him for life
And they set him, on a path where he’s bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars
Now, there’s a woman on my block
She just sit there facin’ the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now he’s hell-bent for destruction, he’s afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
And all he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies
But there’s a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Even noisemaker, spirit maker
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot
That might be all that you got
‘Til your error you clearly learn
Now he worships at an altar, of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he’s fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way
Now, there’s a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who wanna take away his license to kill?
Valeu a pena aguardar. Grato por dedicar a mim também. Temos o José Roberto e José Roberto JP (para diferenciar os dois). Como postei comentário dizendo que, como o senhor Cícero, sou fã do Bob Dylan fiquei na dúvida para qual José Roberto o senhor dedicou a semana. Que seja para ambos.
Prezado José Roberto JP, eu não imaginei que houvessem dois Josés. A semana Bob Dylan é dedicada a você mas, como temos dois José Roberto, dedico as postagens da semana também ao número 2, Ok?
Abraços aos dois.
No final das postagens das seis obras-primas do Bob Dylan dedicadas a mim e ao comentarista José Roberto, gostaria que o nobre pesquisador escrevesse um comentário sobre esse gênio incontestável, cujo nome de batismo é Robert Allen Zimmerman, que foi laureado com o Nobel da Literatura de 2016, por “ter criado novos modos de expressão poética no quadro da tradição da música americana”. E, assim, tornou-se o primeiro e único artista na história a ganhar, além do Prêmio Nobel, o Pulitzer, o Oscar, o Grammy e o Globo de Ouro.
Gostaria de ler um comentário do Sancho também, mais um gênio encabeçador do time de colunista do JBF.
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Man thinks ‘cause he rules the Earth, he can do with it as he please
And if things don’t change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom
First step was touching the moon
Now, there’s a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who, gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, they take him, and they teach him, and they groom him for life
And they set him, on a path where he’s bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars
Now, there’s a woman on my block
She just sit there facin’ the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now he’s hell-bent for destruction, he’s afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
And all he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies
But there’s a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Even noisemaker, spirit maker
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot
That might be all that you got
‘Til your error you clearly learn
Now he worships at an altar, of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he’s fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way
Now, there’s a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who wanna take away his license to kill?
Bom dia, Sr. Melodia,
License to Kill é mais um petardo de Bob Dylan que abalaram a estrutura do Rock and Roll, que o puseram no topo do poder.
Nem Led Zeppelin, nem Pink Floyd, nem o cão chupando manga. Bob Dylan é o Maior.
Obrigado, Peninha, por essa bomba criativa.
Valeu a pena aguardar. Grato por dedicar a mim também. Temos o José Roberto e José Roberto JP (para diferenciar os dois). Como postei comentário dizendo que, como o senhor Cícero, sou fã do Bob Dylan fiquei na dúvida para qual José Roberto o senhor dedicou a semana. Que seja para ambos.
Prezado José Roberto JP, eu não imaginei que houvessem dois Josés. A semana Bob Dylan é dedicada a você mas, como temos dois José Roberto, dedico as postagens da semana também ao número 2, Ok?
Abraços aos dois.
Estimado Sr. Melodia:
No final das postagens das seis obras-primas do Bob Dylan dedicadas a mim e ao comentarista José Roberto, gostaria que o nobre pesquisador escrevesse um comentário sobre esse gênio incontestável, cujo nome de batismo é Robert Allen Zimmerman, que foi laureado com o Nobel da Literatura de 2016, por “ter criado novos modos de expressão poética no quadro da tradição da música americana”. E, assim, tornou-se o primeiro e único artista na história a ganhar, além do Prêmio Nobel, o Pulitzer, o Oscar, o Grammy e o Globo de Ouro.
Gostaria de ler um comentário do Sancho também, mais um gênio encabeçador do time de colunista do JBF.
Cícero, não sou grande coisa como comentarista mas vou tentar
algum comentário, ok?
Abraços