Creato da Cartman72 il 10/08/2007

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Bob e J.F.K.

In questi giorni sto leggendo un libro di Alessandro Robecchi. Robecchi è della scuderia Sellerio, come Manzini e Camilleri, e ha il suo personaggio dal nome Catlo Monterossi, protagonista già di 5-6 romanzi. Monterossi ascolta Dylan e ogni tanto, in qualche capitolo, l'autore mette qualche strofa di qualche canzone. Avevo pensato di cercare qualcuno di questi brani da mettere nel blog e stamattina ho scoperto che il menestrello americano ha appena pubblicato un nuovo inedito dopo 8 anni. E' una canzoncina veloce veloce, di circa 16 minuti, a tutto ritmo come solo lui sa fare. Roba che Guccini è ermetico.... Si intitola "Murde most foul" e parla dell'America e delle conseguenza dovute all'omicidio di J.F.K.. Ancora Monterossi non l'ha ascoltata, forse... Buon ascolto e a domani!!

Murder most foul (Bob Dylan)

[Verse 1] 
It was a dark day in Dallas, November '63 
A day that will live on in infamy 
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high 
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die 
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb 
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?" 
"Of course we do, we know who you are!" 
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car 
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight 
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right 
You got unpaid debts, we've come to collect 
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect 
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face 
We've already got someone here to take your place 
The day they blew out the brains of the king 
Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing 
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise 
Right there in front of everyone's eyes 
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun 
Perfectly executed, skillfully done 
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl 
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul

[Verse 2] 
Hush, little children, you'll understand 
The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand 
Slide down the banister, go get your coat 
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat 
There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags 
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags 
I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age 
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage 
Put your head out the window, let the good times roll 
There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll 
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement 
Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President 
Put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas 
Try to make it to the triple underpass 
Blackface singer, whiteface clown 
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down 
Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat 
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street 
When you're down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe 
Don't ask what your country can do for you 
Cash on the ballot, money to burn 
Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn 
I'm going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride 
The place where faith, hope, and charity lie 
Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can 
See if you can shoot the invisible man 
Goodbye, Charlie! Goodbye, Uncle Sam! 
Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don't give a damn 
What is the truth, and where did it go? 
Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know 
"Shut your mouth," said a wise old owl 
Business is business, and it's a murder most foul

[Verse 3] 
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen 
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine 
Ridin' in the backseat next to my wife 
Headed straight on in to the afterlife 
I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap 
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap 
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give 
We're right down the street, from the street where you live 
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain 
What more could they do? They piled on the pain 
But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at 
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that 
Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me 
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free 
Send me some lovin', then tell me no lie 
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by 
Wake up, little Susie, let's go for a drive 
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive 
Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials 
Parkland hospital, only six more miles 
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead 
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head 
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline 
Never shot anyone from in front or behind 
I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear 
I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier 
Zapruder's film I seen night before 
Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more 
It's vile and deceitful, it's cruel and it's mean 
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen 
They killed him once and they killed him twice 
Killed him like a human sacrifice 
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son 
The age of the Antichrist has just only begun" 
Air Force One comin' in through the gate 
Johnson sworn in at 2:38 
Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel 
It is what it is, and it's murder most foul

[Verse 4] 
What's new, pussycat? What'd I say? 
I said the soul of a nation been torn away 
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay 
And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day 
Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues 
He's going on and on at the top of his lungs 
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack 
Play it for me in my long Cadillac 
Play me that "Only the Good Die Young" 
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung 
Play "St. James Infirmary" and the Court of King James 
If you want to remember, you better write down the names 
Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind" 
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind 
Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back" 
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack 
Guitar Slim going down slow 
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

[Verse 5] 
Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" 
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good 
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey 
Take it to the limit and let it go by 
Play it for Carl Wilson, too 
Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue 
Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time" 
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime 
Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust" 
Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust" 
Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road 
Stand there and wait for his head to explode 
Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery 
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree 
Play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor 
Play it for the dog that got no master 
Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz 
Play "Blue Sky," play Dickey Betts 
Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk 
Charlie Parker and all that junk 
All that junk and "All That Jazz" 
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz 
Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd 
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd 
Play the numbers, play the odds 
Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods 
Play Number nine, play Number six 
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks 
Play Nat King Cole, play "Nature Boy" 
Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy 
Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin" 
There's twelve million souls that are listening in 
Play "Merchant of Venice", play "Merchants of Death" 
Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth 
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way 
Your brothers are comin', there'll be hell to pay 
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell? 
Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming," we'll get them as well 
Love Field is where his plane touched down 
But it never did get back up off the ground 
Was a hard act to follow, second to none 
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun 
Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon" 
Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June" 
Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave" 
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave 
Play Jelly Roll Morton, play "Lucille" 
Play "Deep In a Dream", and play "Driving Wheel" 
Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp 
And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp 
Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbarton's Drums" 
Play darkness and death will come when it comes 
Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell 
Play "The Blood-stained Banner", play "Murder Most Foul"

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Paolona il 29/03/20 alle 14:40 via WEB
Ciao ragazzo, un commento molto sintetico, MA CHE SEI GRULLO!!! Baci Paolona
 
 
Cartman72
Cartman72 il 30/03/20 alle 18:40 via WEB
Ah ah ah!!
 
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Paolone il 29/03/20 alle 14:41 via WEB
Il menestrello americano lo lascio tutto a chi se ne intende di musica!!!!!! Buona serata theo paolone.
 
 
Cartman72
Cartman72 il 30/03/20 alle 18:40 via WEB
Tanta roba eh?
 
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Vincent il 02/04/20 alle 07:25 via WEB
..un ci vole furia con lui!! Buondi Theo! Con una sua canzone se ne fanno 5!! Contenti i conduttori radiofonici!! Ciaooooo!!
 
 
Cartman72
Cartman72 il 02/04/20 alle 10:51 via WEB
Eh si!!! Questa poi è proprio radiofonica!
 
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