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 Cohen, You 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?
