Leonard Cohen ironiza prémio dado a Bob Dylan

Dar o Nobel da Literatura ao cantor norte-americano é como “fixar uma medalha no Monte Everest por ser a montanha mais alta”… são estas as palavras de Leonard Cohen.

O artista canadiano já veio dizer publicamente o que achou do recente reconhecimento atribuído a Bob Dylan, seu colega e amigo. A opinião foi dada através de uma entrevista que teve lugar em Los Angeles, segundo a Billboard, onde se falou também sobre o lançamento do novo álbum de Leonard CohenYou Want It Darker, que está previsto para a próxima semana.

“Eu vou dizer que, para mim, ele ter recebido o Prémio Nobel é como fixar uma medalha no Monte Everest por ser a montanha mais alta. Penso que o Bob Dylan sabe disso mais do que todos nós: tu não escreves as canções de qualquer maneira. Se tiveres sorte, consegues manter o veículo saudável e impressionável ao longo dos anos.”

Bob Dylan começou a escrever poemas com apenas 10 anos e, mais tarde, aprendeu sozinho a tocar piano e guitarra. A letra da música Like a Rolling Stone, da sua autoria, é considerada pela Rolling Stone a melhor de todos os tempos.

Lê Também: Os êxitos dos anos 80 em Stranger Things

MÚSICA | BOB DYLAN CANTA LIKE A ROLLING STONE

LETRA | LIKE A ROLLING STONE

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You 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 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?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it

You said you’d never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He’s not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

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

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

But you’d better lift 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

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?


 

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