Bicentennial hats here!
Bicentennial hats.
Excuse me, do you feel patriotic?
Patriotic is... is not the real feeling that I have right now.
People like bicentennial hats, I sell 'em bicentennial hats.
Uh-huh.
Ladies and gentlemen, of this beautiful day
and this bicentennial day, right here, downtown in New York City,
ladies and gentlemen.
Joseph Hurdley Jr., songwriter of New York City.
Otherwise, Uncle Sam is going to sing
one of his versions of "The Star-Spangled Banner."
Ladies and gentlemen, "The Star-Spangled Banner" with new music.
Words by Francis Scott Key and music by Joseph Hurdley Jr.,
dedicated to the future of America, God save the republic.
Are you ready, maestro?
No maestros? I'll sing it myself.
♪ O say, can you see By the dawn's early light ♪
It's one dollar.
Get your copies here.
I've got four versions of...
♪ Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man ♪
♪ Play a song for me ♪
♪ I'm not sleepy And there is no place I'm going to ♪
♪ Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man ♪
♪ Play a song for me ♪
♪ In the jingle jangle morning ♪
♪ I'll come followin' you ♪
♪ Though I know that evenin's empire ♪
♪ Has returned into sand... ♪
We're gathered in this historic house
for the celebration of the 200th anniversary
of the United States,
but I refer to the words that were spoken
by those who at the time of the Declaration of Independence
thought of the mission of America,
what America could mean to the world.
And one of them said that we act not just for ourselves,
but for all mankind.
♪ Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man ♪
♪ Play a song for me... ♪
Saigon had fallen.
People had seemed to, uh, lost their sense of,
uh, conviction for...
for just about anything.
♪ Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man... ♪
Lot of arguments about why...
America was chased out of Vietnam...
in such a humiliating way.
Two people tried to shoot the president in one month.
♪ Take me on a trip Upon your magic... ♪
Let us set for our goal in 1976
to move forward in the realm of the American spirit.
♪ My hands can't feel to grip ♪
That the opportunity that everybody in this room has had...
is something that is a realizable dream
that can be achieved
for anyone who has the good fortune to be born in this country,
or anyone who has the good fortune to come to this country.
♪ Ready for to fade Into my own parade... ♪
The idea was to put a tour up,
combination of different acts on the same stage
for a variety of, uh, musical styles.
I wouldn't say it was a, uh, traditional revue,
but it was in the, uh, traditional... um...
form of, uh, of a revue.
That's all clumsy bullshit.
- Okay. - Y'know.
- So what... - I'm trying to get to the...
To the core thing.
To the core of what this Rolling Thunder thing is all about,
and I don't have a clue,
because it's not... It's about nothing.
It's a... It's just something that happened 40 years ago.
And that's the truth of it.
- Why don't we go down that road? - Okay, we can.
Let's go.
All right, let's go.
I don't remember a thing about Rolling Thunder.
- Okay. - I mean, it... it happened
so long ago, I wasn't even born, you know?
Uh, I... So, what do you wanna know?
♪ And take me disappearing ♪
♪ Through the rings of my mind ♪
♪ Down the foggy ruins of time ♪
♪ Far past the frozen leaves ♪
♪ The haunted, frightened trees ♪
♪ Out to the windy beach ♪
♪ Far from the twisted reach Of crazy sorrow ♪
♪ Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky ♪
♪ With one hand waving free ♪
♪ Silhouetted by the sea ♪
♪ Circled by the circus sands ♪
♪ With all memory and fate ♪
♪ Driven deep beneath the waves ♪
♪ Let me forget about today Until tomorrow ♪
♪ Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man ♪
♪ Play a song for me ♪
♪ I'm not sleepy... ♪
Is that Bob Dylan? That is Bob Dylan!
Life isn't about finding yourself...
or finding anything. Life is about creating yourself.
- Playing tonight? - And creating things.
And I want to introduce another fine...
entertainer here at Folk City,
so everybody...
Summer, 1975.
It was a very odd scene in New York.
Unusual. Sort of. The folk era had died out. Or did it?
Joan Baez
and her friend Bob Dylan!
Let's have a nice hand for Joan Baez...
Rumor came around that the inspired Dylan was back,
gathering all... all his forces.
♪ When ev'rything that I'm sayin' ♪
♪ You can say it just as good ♪
Woo!
And pretty soon, they were all jamming together
as if they were young musicians having fun,
actually in direct contact with each other.
♪ And all the hills echoèd ♪
♪ My name is Juanano de Castro ♪
Lord...
♪ My father was a Spanish grandee ♪
Excuse me, please!
We're really running short of time. I wanna introduce...
Miss Patti Smith and Eric Anderson.
Let's have a nice hand.
Let's hear it! Get up here!
There was a...
There was an archer...
There was an archer who was in love with his sister.
So, the archer looked at his sister
and he said,
"All the madness between me and you is real private."
But the sister was too scared, so the sister...
the sister married the sultan.
So the archer became a... the archer for the king.
So, it was the wedding night, and the sultan and the sister
were gonna get married.
And so...
the archer went out the door, and he had on his armor,
and he was going. There was all, like...
You know how like the gran... ground was in 16th-century ?
It was black and green like a chessboard.
So the archer was walking on the black part of the chessboard,
and he looked at the black part of the chessboard,
and it looked like the back of his sister's hair.
And so...
You know how it is.
Yeah.
Anyway, it looked... Oh, what a mess.
Looked like the back of his sister's hair,
and so he couldn't advance and be the king's archer no more,
because he looked over at the palace, and over at the palace,
he saw his sister undressing
for the sultan.
So the prince took off a... took off all his armor,
and he started walking toward the palace.
He started walking in another direction,
started walking in another dimension,
started walking in another dimension.
He moved in another dimension.
♪ I move in another dimension ♪
♪ And he kept on walking ♪
♪ And he walked real slow ♪
♪ Here is the first archer ♪
♪ In rock 'n' roll ♪
♪ He walked toward the palace ♪
♪ Toward the palace of answers ♪
♪ He took big steps ♪
♪ He walked seven ways ♪
♪ He freed the elements ♪
♪ The hurricane just burst From his hands ♪
♪ You are my sunshine ♪
- ♪ My only sunshine ♪ - Let's go!
♪ You make me happy ♪
- ♪ When skies are gray ♪ - Whoopee!
♪ You'll never know, dear How much I... ♪
October, November, uh...
Dylan might have some idea to do something.
Sort of like a... con man,
carny medicine show of old,
where you just get in a bus and go from town...
or a carriage, and go from town to town.
It's like Dylan is taking us out to try and give us each... He's presenting us.
I mean, that's his conception. I mean, it hasn't been made overt.
His idea is, uh...
to show how beautiful he is...
...by showing how beautiful we are...
by showing how beautiful...
the ensemble is.
So, it's to show the actual community.
Which is way... the way... the way life is, the way that life of poets is.
♪ I live in an apartment ♪
♪ Sink leaks through the walls ♪
♪ Lower East Side full of bedbugs ♪
♪ Junkies in the halls ♪
♪ House been broken into ♪
♪ Tibetan thangkas stole ♪
♪ Speed freaks took my statues ♪
♪ And made my love a fool ♪
♪ Speed freaks took my statues ♪
♪ And made my love a fool ♪
- Do you wanna hear more or...? - Yeah.
I got this big audition.
There was this party at Allen Ginsberg's apartment.
And that's where you met Dylan?
Uh, yes.
- What did you think of him? - Uh, Dylan was fine.
There were all these crazy people,
all getting high and coming up to him
and spinning faster and faster, and Bob didn't react.
I think he just, uh, watched the whole thing.
I think he liked the chaos.
♪ I am a rake and a rambling boy ♪
♪ There's many a city I did enjoy ♪
- Woo! - ♪ But now I married me a better wife ♪
♪ And I love her dearer Than I love my life ♪
My idea was to have a kind of a jug band,
uh, for the whole show,
something, uh, along the lines of maybe, uh, Kweskin Jug Band...
but that didn't happen.
They were in the middle of the rehearsals at SIR Studio,
and I talked to Levy, and he asked Dylan if it was all right for me to shoot
B-roll of the rehearsal.
Dylan was all right with it, but Levy told me there was no budget.
Because I thought that this was really going to go somewhere,
I took all the money that I had,
and I paid for everything out of my own pocket.
- Did Bob like you? - I don't know, who knows?
He was... It was like looking into a mirror.
You either saw what you wanted to see,
or you hated what you saw.
I can tell you this, back then I used to,
and I held mine like this,
you know, the European style.
After that night at Ginsberg's, Bob started holding it like that, too.
That was me.
♪ Rita May, Rita May ♪
♪ How did you ever get that way? ♪
♪ When'd you ever see the light? ♪
♪ Don't you ever feel afraid? ♪
♪ You got me burning and a-turning ♪
♪ But I know I must be learning ♪
♪ Rita May ♪
♪ And I don't sense affection ♪
♪ No gratitude or love ♪
♪ Your loyalty is not to me ♪
- ♪ But to the stars above ♪ - Yeah!
♪ One more cup of coffee for the road ♪
♪ One more cup of coffee 'fore I go ♪
♪ To the valley below ♪
I was going to a jazz musician friend of mine house
in the Lower East Side,
and I was just about to cross the street, and a car cut me off.
It was Bob.
It was Dylan.
And...
It was never verbalized.
I knew who he was, or he knew I knew.
Just sort of passed, you know.
We just played music all day and all night.
We went to The Bottom Line and played with Muddy Waters,
and we went that night to Victoria Spivey's house.
She's an old blues singer.
And, um...
we played music till about six in the morning.
It was really great.
She wears a turtle...
♪ She wears a turtleneck sweater ♪
♪ And a nylon shoe ♪
♪ She wears a turtleneck sweater ♪
♪ And a nylon shoe ♪
♪ There's nothing she won't say ♪
♪ And there's nothing that she won't do ♪
There are 52 people. If each person asks him is he okay,
it becomes a long, hard question and answer period for him.
Is the light bothering him?
Is the guitar right?
Does he like the lighting?
Is the sound monitor okay?
He's a big man, and he knows what he wants.
♪ No llores, mi querida ♪
♪ Dios nos vigila ♪
♪ Soon the horse will take us to Durango ♪
Five ten.
- Five ten? - Yeah.
So what does he do?
He's a director.
Theater.
Theater?
But that's not...
That's why I'm saying it's tricky because it's not marriage, is it?
I mean, unless you actually make it...
Well, I mean, maybe marriage to the theater.
But when you said marriage,
I assumed you... you meant marriage between two people.
- Yeah. - Did you?
Well, no, mental marriage.
- Mental marriage? - Yeah.
Ah, well, that's interesting.
♪ Some speak of the future ♪
♪ My love, she speaks softly ♪
♪ 'Cause there's no success like failure ♪
♪ And failure's no success at all ♪
Hey!
I'm doing a... a thing on a tour for Rolling Stone magazine.
- Yes. - Okay?
And... And basically, I saw Bob leave,
uh, after that... uh, um, the dialogue you did with him, the marriage thing.
Yes.
And he said to one of the cameramen, "That is hot. That was a hot scene."
- Okay. - Oh, I'm really flattered. I'm touched.
Okay, now, look, I... I... I just wanna know,
how did... how did it happen? I mean, was it set up?
- It happened... No. - Was it a set up scene?
It was totally spontaneous.
I was on my way to the bathroom...
Yeah.
...when, uh, on my way, uh, Mel Howard introduced me to Bob Dylan.
What... What did you say? And what was your point...
- What did I say to... - In the conversation to Bob?
Well, it was a sort of free...
- uh, going from one thing to another. - Freewheeling?
- Freewheeling. - It wasn't...
It wasn't meant to be specifically... specifically that.
Yeah, but you started talking about marriage.
Out of the blue,
- the subject of marriage came up. - But what did you say?
♪ Come gather 'round, fellers ♪
♪ So young and so fine ♪
♪ And seek not your fortune ♪
♪ Down in the mine ♪
♪ It will form... ♪
Was the idea to make a behind-the-scenes film of the tour?
I think that's what they were expecting.
They just thought that I was going to make it a concert film,
but I was trying to make something really serious out of this.
First, what I wanted to show was musicians working together,
making music together.
That was them doing their job.
That was, you know,
that was as if I went to film my father in his shoe store.
Focus in on that.
What is that, Patti?
I seen th... this Rimbaud book,
and I saw this picture.
I saw this vogue picture, and I thought it looked like you,
- and I thought he was a neat guy, y'know? - Yeah?
And I thought you were neat, so I used to, like, pretend he was my boyfriend.
Or if... Or if you were. You know, it doesn't matter, right?
So anyway...
What did you say?
- What did I say? - Yeah.
I gave my thoughts on...
He spoke about mental marriage.
- When he asked me... - Mental marriage?
Uh, Superman takes a piece of coal,
and he puts it in his hand, and he starts squeezing it,
and squeezing it, and squeezing it, and squeezing it,
and then it becomes like a diamond.
- It's real hard. - Yeah.
And then, like, he drops it on the ground,
- on the baseball diamond. - Yeah.
And the kids, the kids keep kicking it, the kids keep kicking it.
- Yeah. - Then it goes round and round.
And after years and years of kids kicking it around,
it gets smooth, but it's not... It's just changed.
It's still the same crystal, but it's smooth, so it's a crystal ball.
So it's sitting there in the middle,
the crystal ball is sitting there in the middle of the baseball diamond.
- Right. - Okay? Now you can look in.
I hated the ristelaars...
the, you know, the... the facilitators.
You know, the... the people hanging around him.
People pretending that they had access,
so that they could behave badly.
This film was going to show
the counterpoint between the... the excesses of the people
on the tour and the dissolution of society.
- Come on, everybody. - Allen!
I wanted to show the land of Pet Rocks
and Super Slurpees from 7-Eleven.
L'Amérique insolite.
I would go on the road with the Rolling Thunder Revue.
Right here.
See you Thursday.
This is a true story. Actually, they're all true.
Boy. Sure hope we get to Boston on time.
♪ I married Isis ♪
♪ On the fifth day of May ♪
♪ But I could not hold on ♪
♪ To her very long ♪
♪ So I cut off my hair ♪
♪ And I rode straight away ♪
♪ For the wild, unknown country ♪
♪ Where I could not go wrong ♪
♪ I came to a high place ♪
♪ Of darkness and light ♪
♪ The dividing line ran ♪
♪ Through the center of town ♪
♪ I hitched up my pony ♪
♪ To a post on the right ♪
♪ Went into a laundry ♪
♪ To wash my clothes down ♪
♪ A man in the corner ♪
♪ Approached me for a match ♪
♪ I knew right away ♪
♪ He was not ordinary ♪
♪ He said, "Are you looking ♪
♪ For something easy to catch?" ♪
♪ I said, "I got no money, man" ♪
♪ He said, "That ain't necessary" ♪
♪ We set out that night ♪
♪ For the cold in the north ♪
♪ I gave him my blanket ♪
♪ And he gave me his word ♪
♪ I said, "Where we goin'?" ♪
♪ He said, "We be back by the fourth" ♪
♪ I said, "That's the best news ♪
♪ That I've ever heard" ♪
♪ I was thinkin' about turquoise ♪
♪ I was thinkin' about gold ♪
♪ I was thinkin' about diamonds ♪
♪ And the world's biggest necklace ♪
♪ As we rode through the canyons ♪
♪ Through the devilish cold ♪
♪ I was thinkin' about Isis ♪
♪ How she thought I was so reckless ♪
♪ She told me, though, that one day We would meet up again ♪
♪ And things would be different ♪
♪ The next time we wed ♪
♪ If I could only just hang on ♪
♪ And be her friend ♪
♪ I still can't remember ♪
♪ All the best things she said ♪
♪ We came to the pyramids ♪
♪ All embedded in ice ♪
♪ He said, "There's a body ♪
♪ That I'm tryin' to find ♪
♪ If I carry it out ♪
♪ It'll bring a good price" ♪
♪ 'Twas then that I knew ♪
♪ What he had on his mind ♪
♪ Well, the wind, it was howlin' ♪
♪ And the snow was outrageous ♪
♪ We chopped through the night ♪
♪ And we chopped through the dawn ♪
♪ When he died, I was hopin' ♪
♪ That it wasn't contagious ♪
♪ But I made up my mind ♪
♪ That I had to get on ♪
♪ I picked up his body ♪
♪ And I dragged him inside ♪
♪ Threw him down in a hole ♪
♪ And I put back the cover ♪
♪ I said a quick prayer ♪
♪ Just to feel satisfied ♪
♪ Then I went back to find Isis ♪
♪ Just to tell her I love her ♪
♪ She was there in the meadow ♪
♪ Where the creek used to rise ♪
♪ Blinded by sleep ♪
♪ And in need of a bed ♪
♪ I came in from the East ♪
♪ With the sun in my eyes ♪
♪ I cursed her one time Then I rode on ahead ♪
♪ She said, "Where you been?" ♪
♪ I said, "No place special" ♪
♪ She said, "You look different" I said, "Well, I guess" ♪
♪ She said, "You been gone" ♪
♪ I said, "That's only natural" She said, "You gonna stay?" ♪
♪ I said, "If you want me to, yeah!" ♪
♪ Isis, oh, Isis ♪
♪ You a mystical child ♪
♪ What drives me to you ♪
♪ Is what drives me insane ♪
♪ I still can remember ♪
♪ The way that you smiled ♪
♪ On the fifth day of May ♪
♪ In the drizzlin' rain ♪
Hi, Bob.
- Hi, what you guys want? An interview? - Sure.
- Ah, wh... - How was it, Bob?
How was what?
What did Bob say about the tour?
I never asked him anything because, you know,
he wouldn't answer direct questions.
Dylan, you're beautiful.
Bob!
A legend is in town,
and it's not just another... rock 'n' roll show.
I mean, it's rock 'n' roll, but it's a special event.
where rock 'n' roll has four or five legends,
this is one of them, and maybe the biggest one at the present time.
Not to brag, but Rolling Thunder was kinda my idea,
you know.
Bob had done that tour with The Band a few years back,
and that was super successful,
and then Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young were filling 50,000 seats a night.
And Zeppelin was huge. I mean, there was money everywhere.
You know, all you had to do was bend down, pick it up.
So, I had an idea that some kind of revue with Bob would be a gold mine.
So I went off and pitched the idea,
and a bunch of local promoters were interested.
And then by the time I was done, I ended up with 15 headliners.
♪ I'm gonna have to go to college 'Cause you are... ♪
Now you've asked for it!
We took a big risk. And, uh, you know,
you had to put up the money, get everybody, you know, hotels, catering,
cars, all this stuff, buses.
And you had to keep all these guys happy and, you know, focused.
And so... And that was, you loaded up before you went out on the road.
Then you hope you got paid. And you hope the show worked.
Did you have any interaction with Bob?
The only time I saw Bob was when he was onstage
or driving the bus.
You know? Bob kept to himself.
How did it become "Rolling Thunder Revue"?
Well, I asked Bob. He said originally he was gonna call it
Montezuma's Revue,
but then he said he was home,
and he was just kind of trying to think of a name for the tour,
when all of a sudden in the sky, he heard, "Boom!"
And then, from left to right,
punctuating the sky,
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
So he said, "Hey, let's call it 'Rolling Thunder.'"
So before we even left,
Chesley Millikin, who was on the tour, says,
"Bob, you know what 'rolling thunder' means to the Indians?"
And he goes, "What, man?" And Chesley goes, "Speaking truth."
And then Bob goes, "I'm glad to hear that, man."
Of course, later on we found out that Rolling Thunder was actually
the code name for, uh, Nixon's bombing of Cambodia.
And that Guam, the backup band, was the base that, uh, they took off from.
So, who knows what the real story is.
This is the leaflet for a concert they're having in town next week.
Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, and Jack Elliott.
Right in the Civic Center.
You know me, I'm too old for that kind of stuff.
Oh, well.
- Okay. - So...
when did you first hear about Bob?
This is like a... a... It sounds like a fairy tale,
but all... a lot of the...
It doesn't happen continuously for more than a few days at a time,
but a lot of my life,
I feel like I really am leading a charmed life,
because miracles start happening in threes or fours.
One thing I could tell you about Ramblin' Jack,
he's more of a sailor than a singer.
He can tie a bowline, a clove hitch, and he could tie a rolling hitch,
all blindfolded.
If you're ever on a boat or sailing ship,
you would rather have Ramblin' Jack there as a sailor than a singer.
♪ Now, London is a fine town For sailors ♪
♪ California and back to France, so... ♪
Which would you rather be, the Pilgrims or the Indians?
- Pilgrims. - Why the Pilgrims?
Why do you wanna be the Pilgrims?
'Cause the Pilgrims all land and they turn into wax dolls,
and they're wax dolls for the rest of the universe.
So the Indians.
Well, you know, the Indians, that's true... Well, we're all wax dolls, so...
The first concert will take place in Plymouth...
Uh, where the, uh, Pilgrims stepped off their Mayflower.
We're... as if we're... we're Pilgrims.
Pilgrims in the sense of searchers,
looking for the, uh, kingdom of a nation
with maybe a different intention.
Making America a kingdom of poetry,
a nation of poetry.
Well, look at this. Lookit.
Have you ever heard of Bob Dylan?
- Yeah. - Yeah, I've heard of Bob Dylan, Joan Baez,
Bob Neuwirth.
...performing at Memorial Auditorium. Anybody?
Pass 'em out.
♪ I left Rome ♪
♪ And pulled into Brussels ♪
♪ On a plane ride ♪
♪ So bumpy that I almost cried ♪
♪ Clergymen in uniform ♪
♪ Young girls pullin' muscles ♪
♪ Well, it sure has been ♪
♪ One hell of a ride ♪
♪ Newspapermen ♪
♪ Eating candy, ooh ♪
♪ They had to be held back ♪
♪ By big police ♪
♪ Someday Everything is gonna be different ♪
♪ When I paint that masterpiece ♪
♪ Train wrecks ♪
♪ Running through the back of my memory ♪
♪ When I ran on the hilltop ♪
♪ Following a pack of wild geese ♪
♪ Someday Everything is gonna be beautiful ♪
♪ When I paint that masterpiece ♪
♪ When I paint ♪
♪ That masterpiece ♪
Any idea why he would wear a mask?
Are you being funny?
Well, it was kind of a leading question.
Yeah, okay. Well, get to the point.
We didn't have enough masks on that tour.
We should have had masks for everybody.
When somebody's wearing a mask,
uh, he's gonna tell you the truth.
Uh...
when he's not wearing a mask, it's highly unlikely.
Shocking Blue!
♪ Her weapons were her crystal eyes ♪
♪ Making every man mad ♪
I'd been filming Shocking Blue.
Their song "Venus" was at the top of the charts.
- Wow! - And we needed more footage.
And at the time, I liked psychedelics.
Oh, LSD was my drug of choice.
You know, it was trans... transformative.
And I filmed a lot of newspeople and things from the TV,
like camera right on the TV, like kinescoped,
and I cut these serious things, these speeches, with the rock 'n' roll.
♪ A goddess on a mountaintop ♪
♪ Was burning like a silver flame ♪
♪ Well, I'm your Venus ♪
- ♪ I'm your fire at your desire ♪ - It was brood en spelen, uh...
You know, like, "bread and circus."
I made an indictment of popular culture.
I called it "Burning Like A Silver Flame."
It played the local art film circuit,
uh, and it started to have a life of its own.
Um, later, when I won the Heinrich Greif Award,
America came calling.
Van Dorp,
I hadn't even heard of him before,
but, uh, he seemed like an okay guy.
I liked his film history.
He did some film work at Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.
His idea was to, uh, make this film...
appear to be like old newsreels we used to see at movie theaters...
growing up,
which I thought was a splendid idea.
Van Dorp, I wanted to tell you something.
I thought Sam would be perfect for van Dorp to, uh, collaborate with,
because Sam's got that special knowledge of the underworld
that van Dorp didn't seem to have a clue about.
I think I asked him once, "Sam, how you write all those plays?"
And he said...
"Man," he said,
"it's like I commune with the dead."
I said, "Yeah, yeah,
uh, you'd have to to write plays like that."
And I asked him if he wanted to, uh, write for, uh,
this movie that this guy van Dorp was making.
And he went to meet with van Dorp, and then he came back, and he said, uh...
he didn't know where the guy was coming from,
but if I wanted him to do it, he would.
So, that's how Sam got involved.
I was living in Homestead Valley, California,
running a horse boarding farm.
It was a little bit unclear what... what exactly he wanted me to do.
I was like a screenwriter or writer for hire, you know.
So, sure. So, I joined up.
I was just kind of there for the ride, basically,
and... and as an observer
and trying to make sense of something, you know.
New England was just experiencing the backbone
of that economic fallout,
you know, way back then, it was, you know, desolate...
Uh, really, really difficult economic times, you know.
People suffering behind that, you know.
Rock 'n' roll was some kind of, a...
I don't know, a kind of medicine or something.
Do you have tickets for the concert?
- Yeah. - How come he's coming here?
I know, how come he picked such a small place?
Tickets are on sale at the collis... the little Plymouth auditorium.
Wasn't that the year of the bicentennial, also?
The bicentennial,
particularly in the little towns, you know,
they didn't give a shit, you know.
"What is the bicen..." You know what I mean?
They... They certainly weren't celebrating the... the birth of America. You know?
- We love you, Bobby! - Yeah!
♪ 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? ♪
♪ 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 ♪
It always had this feeling of... of almost a circus atmosphere,
a dog and pony show sort of thing.
It's the first song I ever heard Woody Guthrie sing
on a little radio station.
He was telling a story...
about traveling across the country on freight trains,
and he had a fiddle with him...
in a violin case.
Every time the train would stop,
police would come on and look through, they'd see him with that violin case...
make him open it up,
and look inside.
They was looking for an outlaw...
named Pretty Boy Floyd,
who was also traveling with a violin case.
♪ If you'll gather 'round me, children ♪
♪ A story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw ♪
♪ Oklahoma knew him well ♪
I do recall sort of looking over,
from a distance, Jack Elliott's shoulder as he did his solo set.
You know, that was something so new to me, and...
gee, it seemed so authentic,
I had no idea he was, you know, a Jewish dentist's son from Brooklyn.
You know, you could've knocked me over with a feather when I found that out.
Ramblin' Jack! Take a bow, Jack.
I got another friend for you to meet now.
They... They had an entity about them, you know.
It wasn't stardom.
It wasn't people were looking at,
"Oh, there's Dylan and there's Joan Baez."
No, they were looking at a band.
♪ Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby ♪
♪ Can't buy a thrill ♪
♪ I been up all night, baby ♪
♪ Leanin' on a windowsill ♪
Once again, good night on behalf of the Rolling Thunder Revue.
We thank you for coming. Good night. Go in peace.
And particularly with those songs
that had this kind of saga element about 'em, you know,
it had a rejuvenating effect, I think, you know, it was very exhilarating.
It was a feeling of exhilaration, of... of... of being alive.
It... That sounds corny, but it's true, you know.
Take, uh, Shakespeare, Will.
He grew up in, uh, uh, Stratford-on-Avon,
you know, where the... where these rivers cross,
and it was on the way outskirts of London.
And these troubadours and vagabonds
and carnival people from all over were coming into London to perform.
And they would stop at this crossroads of these rivers.
And as a kid, he's seeing this, and then he writes those fucking plays.
You know?
That's... extraordinary.
You know, that somebody is charged up like that
from something passing through their lives, you know.
- Let me ask you a question. - Sure.
What were you gonna do on Halloween night?
What was I gonna do on Halloween night?
Just get a buzz on.
Nothing else to do.
Yep, just party.
♪ Where have you been My blue-eyed son? ♪
♪ Where have you been My darling young one? ♪
♪ I've stumbled on the side Of twelve misty mountains ♪
♪ Walked and I've crawled On six crooked highways ♪
♪ Been in the middle Of seven sad forests ♪
♪ Been out in front Of a dozen dead oceans ♪
♪ Been ten thousand miles In the mouth of a graveyard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
♪ What did you see My blue-eyed son? ♪
♪ What did you see My darling young one? ♪
♪ Saw a newborn baby With wild wolves all around it ♪
♪ I saw a highway of diamonds With nobody on it ♪
♪ Saw a black branch With blood that kept drippin' ♪
♪ Saw a room full of men With their hammers bleedin' ♪
♪ Saw a white ladder Covered in water ♪
♪ Saw ten thousand talkers Whose tongues are all broken ♪
♪ Guns and sharp swords In the hands of young children ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Oh, it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
♪ What did you hear My blue-eyed son? ♪
♪ What did you hear My darling young one? ♪
♪ Heard the sound of a thunder That roared out a warnin' ♪
♪ Heard the roar of a wave Could drown the whole world ♪
♪ One person starved I heard many people laughin' ♪
♪ Heard the song of a poet Who died in the gutter ♪
♪ Heard the sound of a clown Crying in the alley ♪
- ♪ And it's a hard ♪ - Yeah!
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
♪ Who did you meet My blue-eyed son? ♪
♪ Who did you meet My darling young one? ♪
♪ Met a young child Beside a dead pony ♪
♪ Met a white man Who walked a black dog ♪
♪ Met one woman Whose body was burning ♪
♪ Met a young girl She gave me a rainbow ♪
♪ I met one man Wounded in love ♪
♪ Met another man Wounded in hatred ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
♪ What'll you do now My blue-eyed son? ♪
♪ What'll you do now My darling young one? ♪
♪ I'm goin' back out When the rain starts a-fallin' ♪
♪ Walk to the depths Of the deepest dark forest ♪
♪ Where the people are many And their hands are all empty ♪
♪ Where the pellets of poison Are flooding their waters ♪
♪ Where the home in the valley Meets the damp, dirty prison ♪
♪ Where the executioner's face Is always well-hidden ♪
♪ Where the hunger is ugly Where souls are forgotten ♪
♪ Where black is the color None is the number ♪
♪ And I'll tell it and think it And speak it and breathe it ♪
♪ Reflect from the mountain So all souls can see it ♪
♪ Then I'll stand on the ocean Until I start sinkin' ♪
♪ But I'll know my song well Before I start singin' ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ It's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
- Hello? - Bob?
- Yeah. - This is Larry.
- Larry, how you doing? - You got a minute?
I gotta do a story in an hour,
and I just need about two or three paragraphs.
- Okay. - Are you up?
Yeah, sort of.
What do you... Why don't you just talk about the music, okay?
What do you wanna know?
I've never seen you so fuckin' great onstage.
I've never seen you so loose. How come?
Jesus Christ, you really got me early in the morning, I can't even think.
Uh...
Well, it's just the element I work best in, you know?
You seen those Italian...
those Italian troupes that go around in Italy,
- those Italian street theaters... - Yeah.
The wagon, the wagon troupes, Commedia dell'arte?
Yeah, right.
This is kind of an extension of that, only musically.
- Music Commedia dell'arte? - Yeah.
Come on, Red!
Riva!
- Jane! - Jane!
Get it, Merty!
If somebody told you Bob Dylan was coming to Providence,
you probably wouldn't believe them, but he is, along with Joan Baez,
Ramblin' Jack Elliott, and Bob Neuwirth,
and it's called the Rolling Thunder Revue at the Providence Civic Center, Tuesday...
You'd book the venues,
make deals with each of the local promoters,
and then you'd show up.
And, you know, you'd have a deal for the gate.
And, you know,
hopefully everything would go out, would go well,
and everybody'd make a little money.
Hey, man, it wasn't your door and you weren't invited.
- Hey, don't yell at me, all right? - Oh, I am yelling at ya.
- Okay. - Go get your cop,
- so you can get some fuckin' help. - Okay.
The overall promoter was a longtime friend of Bob's
and a fishmonger.
I mean, he never had managed a tour before,
let alone one of this size.
It's bad for your, uh, high blood pressure.
- Yeah, okay. - Bad for your high blood pressure.
- Read him some poetry, Allen. - Anything you wanna say...
So he was out of his element and underprepared,
and he wasn't very well-liked on the tour.
Then tell him the ushers left. Tell him... Tell him we're framingit.
- Hi, Barry. - Nice.
This guy, Barry Imhoff, was his second-in-command,
and he'd worked for Bill Graham for years,
but just prior to Rolling Thunder
had got out on his own and started Zebra Productions.
And this was one of, you know, if not exactly, his first tour.
What kind of jobs would the promoter do?
I did whatever needed to get done.
So one day, you're delivering pizza to the band,
and the next day,
I'm... got a bag full of $15,000,
and I'm walking through a parking lot looking over my shoulder,
thinking everybody knows exactly what I'm doing.
Well, you did what you had to do. Some things we don't talk about.
My mom wanted to go see this tour.
Now, you know, nobody wants to go to a concert with their mom.
Especially when they're 19 years old.
So, rebelliously, I... I wore a Kiss T-shirt.
So, I don't know which one of us was more embarrassed,
whether it was me or my mom.
And we went to this concert.
We're trying to get in,
and the guy's giving us kind of a hard time
and looking at our tickets and the thing, and we can't get in...
And then, this guy comes walking up,
and he doesn't have tickets, and he tries to get in.
And the cop at the door is not letting him in,
and not letting him in.
And so, finally, like, a bunch of people come out,
and they get Bob, and Bob turns around and he's like...
And I'm just like this... And my mom's like, "Come on."
And I don't wanna, "come on,"
but my mother pushes us through, and so we go in with Bob, and, um...
Bob turned around and he saw my shirt,
and he was like,
"Do you like them?"
And then I realized he wanted to talk about Kiss.
I think I was trying to... to sound like I was...
smart, and so I started saying,
"Well, you know, I think that they paint their faces in this Kabuki style."
And he said,
"Oh, I bet Okuni never spit blood into the audience."
And I was like, "Okuni?"
And he's like, "Izumo no Okuni."
Oh, and that's, you know,
it's one of the guys who started, uh, Kabuki.
So...
♪ I wanna rock and roll all night ♪
♪ And party every day ♪
♪ I wanna rock and roll all night ♪
♪ And party every day ♪
♪ I wanna rock and roll all night ♪
I can't hear you!
♪ And party every day ♪
♪ I wanna rock and roll... ♪
Scarlet Rivera was some piece of work.
Most people'd kind of stay away from Scarlet, but, uh, not me.
Her boyfriend at the time was the leader of Kiss.
And she took me over to Queens to see them play.
They were playing in a small club. They had face paint on,
and I thought that was kind of interesting.
I kind of filed that away somewhere.
Clap your hands!
♪ I wanna rock and roll all night ♪
Yeah, I remember a lot of things. They... They said I had a wonderful time.
I think I did.
They said every time we used to do any interviews,
all they wanted to know was, "Ronnie, we wanna hear about the orgies."
I said, "Orgies?"
I said, "God damn, we never had any orgies. That sounds nasty as hell."
I said, "We might have had 14 or 15 people in love a time or two, but no orgies."
Look who's here.
Yo, man.
Well, Ronnie Hawkins, now,
he looked like a shitkicker, but he spoke with the wisdom of a sage.
He was like a...
a...
gladiator or something...
that wrestled and raced
in, uh, in... in some nondescript Roman arena.
Uh...
you expected Ronnie to, uh, to wear a toga...
instead of that ratty cowboy hat.
- Remember Scarlet Rivera? - Oh, yeah.
She fell in love with my rhythm man
from my band, Scarlet did.
Yeah, they put on some interesting shows there, up there in my room.
I think I narrated a couple of 'em. I'm not sure.
But, uh, yeah, she was something else... wore a sword.
She had... She wore a sword everywhere she went,
that girl, so I didn't...
I was a little bit uneasy about trying to slip her out,
'cause, boy, if you didn't satisfy her, she's liable to stab you.
She was unusual.
I went to her room once, and there was a box of stuff.
Like, chains and mirrors...
candelabras and...
She had swords.
She had a snake.
Just, uh...
many things in... in a trunk.
And, uh, that told me more about her than anything she had to say.
She didn't say much.
But she didn't have to.
- What's that? - This? This is my friend.
He keeps me company while I play.
He's playing the dance beyond his limits.
Something that most people would say is impossible.
But artists like to challenge the impossible, I guess.
That's why we wear the makeup we wear, I guess, too.
It's a striking image you have onstage.
Mr. Tambourine Man gives us the opportunity
to be whoever we wish to be.
This, uh, young, beautiful, young lady over here is Scarlet.
She plays with us, too.
I'd been at the high holy gypsy holiday at Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer,
South of France.
It happens to be on my birthday, so it was like going home.
Manitas de Plata was there,
and he played all night along the campfire.
I mean, he was fantastic.
And, uh, I stayed up till dawn just listening to him play.
Some time after that, couldn't have been more than a week,
that song came to me in a dream.
♪ Your breath is sweet ♪
♪ Your eyes are like Two jewels in the sky ♪
♪ Your back is straight Your hair is smooth ♪
♪ On the pillow where you lie ♪
♪ But I don't sense affection ♪
♪ No gratitude or love ♪
♪ Your loyalty is not to me ♪
♪ But to the stars above ♪
♪ One more cup of coffee for the road ♪
♪ One more cup of coffee 'fore I go ♪
♪ To the valley below ♪
♪ Your daddy, he's an outlaw ♪
♪ And a wanderer by trade ♪
♪ He'll teach you how to pick and choose ♪
♪ And how to throw the blade ♪
♪ He oversees his kingdom ♪
♪ So no stranger does intrude ♪
♪ His voice, it trembles as he calls out ♪
♪ For another plate of food ♪
♪ One more cup of coffee for the road ♪
♪ One more cup of coffee 'fore I go ♪
♪ To the valley below ♪
♪ Your sister sees the future ♪
♪ Like your mama and yourself ♪
♪ You've never learned to read or write ♪
♪ There's no books upon your shelf ♪
♪ And your pleasure knows no limits ♪
♪ Your voice is like a meadowlark ♪
♪ But your heart is like an ocean ♪
♪ Mysterious and dark ♪
♪ One more cup of coffee for the road ♪
♪ One more cup of coffee 'fore I go ♪
♪ To the valley below ♪
Are you used to going to rock shows?
No, it's one of the very few I've seen.
I finally realized, after last night, I've been missing an awful lot.
I thought it was the most unusual occurrence.
I never... I never noticed...
as a... as a part of an audience,
I never paid attention to a...
to a response between an audience and people on the stage,
performers onstage.
That, to me, was like a show all by itself.
It was like one battery charging another.
And...
you not only could feel the vibes, you could... you could almost see them.
There was a...
a love affair between the performers and the audience.
Uh, I was thinking about the forces
that draw people together.
The magnetism that makes the unit that's now formed as Rolling Thunder.
And, uh...
to me, the future already exists.
For some people, maybe for everyone.
It's just a matter of tuning yourself to it.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix..."
Allen Ginsberg was a saintlike figure.
It was like having a... kinda like a father figure.
He was always very sober.
No, Allen Ginsberg was anything but a father figure.
He was definitely not a father figure.
Allen Ginsberg,
a guy I really... I really miss, of the ones that are gone.
We became very friendly, I mean, you know, he... he...
I wasn't a bad-looking, you know, little 19-year-old at the time,
and he had a thing for straight,
talented...
um...
teenage boys.
So, that probably added to it, I suppose.
One thing people don't know about Ginsberg
is that he was an incredible dancer.
Um... who...
he would just do these steps that were so unusual and exciting.
You know, and he'd always have a good dance partner, too.
Uh, usually somebody from the tour, somebody we'd pick up along the way.
Uh... He danced a lot, Ginsberg.
"& shaman he swings a skinny leg to the sky
& shaman he desires you be there watching
shaman don't care about eating now
he's got his paint on he's ready for jive
& shaman's going to sway & gesture in space
& shaman's shouting yeah for you & singing your sorrow
shaman's not faithful except to you
shaman does it for you you know all this
shaman's got his eyes on the violin."
There was this yearning, Allen's yearning,
to either be Bob or...
have Bob love him more.
And I remember Bob saying,
"Just go out and sing on the street corners."
So Allen was essentially doing that.
♪ Ah... ♪
Seeing Ginsberg was like going to see the Oracle of Delphi.
He didn't care about material wealth or political power.
He was his own kind of king.
But... he wanted to play music.
He had already achieved what any national poet
could hope to achieve.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness."
Very few poets have done that.
Robert Frost, maybe.
"Promises to keep, miles to go before I sleep."
Whitman said, "I am large, I contain multitudes."
We still remember those lines today.
Today's poets don't reach into the public consciousness that way.
So it was remarkable that Allen had actually broken through.
Nowadays, lines that people remember are lines from songs, lyrics from songs...
"Your cheatin' heart will make you weep."
"Don't change your hair for me, not if you care for me."
"I'm in the mood for love." "What a difference a day makes."
"Ain't misbehavin'."
Allen wanted his lines to be remembered like that,
but he was a poet.
He wasn't a songwriter.
By 1970 through 1975,
all of the, uh, heroes of song and poetry
were out on their own,
uh...
in the solitude...
doing their art.
The people that were going to die or drink themselves to death,
as many great artists did, or get strung out...
uh, went down to... uh...
She'ol, as Kerouac did,
105 miles from this ocean, buried in Lowell.
But that's where I got all my poetry, out of Mexico City Blues.
You ever read this?
- Sure. - This book...
- This is my favorite. - Yeah, I... I read this. Uh...
My good friend Dave Whitaker gave me a copy of this book.
- When? - Uh, in Minneapolis in 1959.
Uh-huh.
I remember when David gave me this book, it just blew a hole in my mind.
Really?
Yeah. "What's been buried in the grave?
Dust.
- Perfect..." - "Perfect dust."
"Perfect dust in time."
He wrote a lot about being dead.
"Once I went to a movie At midnight, 1940,
Mice and Men, the name of it.
The Red Block Boxcars Rolling by
Yessir
life finally gets tired of living -
On both occasions I had wild Face looking into lights
Of streets where phantoms
Hastened out of sight Into Memorial cello time."
Oh, yeah.
Here's one. "Dead and don't know it,
Living and do.
The living have a dead idea.
A person is a living idea;
after death, a dead idea.
When rock becomes air..."
"I will be there."
- He's here. - Yeah, this is where he is.
- Yeah. So rock has become air. - Yeah.
- Let's sit down a minute, relax. - Well, this is...
- Yes, it's not every day... - Kerouac, he honored life.
I had to read everything again, that Kerouac wrote.
Not that I did, but I thought about it differently.
All of a sudden, On the Road,
he was talking about the road of life.
"Strange now to think of you,
gone without corsets and eyes,
while I walk on the sunny pavement
of Greenwich Village,
downtown Manhattan,
clear winter noon,
and I've been up all night talking,
talking,
reading the Kaddish aloud,
listening to Ray Charles
blues shout blind on the phonograph
The rhythm, the rhythm
and your memory in my head..." "like a poem in the dark...
escaped back to Oblivion...
No more to say,
and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream,
trapped in its disappearance,
sighing,
screaming with it,
buying and selling pieces of phantom,
laughing and weeping over mahjong,
worshipping each other,
worshipping the God included in it all...
longing or inevitability?
while it lasts, a Vision...
Death, stay thy phantoms!
O mother what have I left out
O mother what have I forgotten
O mother farewell
with a long black shoe
farewell with Communist Party
and a broken stocking
farewell with six dark hairs
on the wen of your breast
farewell with your old dress
and a long black beard around the vagina
with your eyes with your eyes of Russia
with your eyes of no money
with your eyes of Aunt Elanor
with your eyes of shock
with your eyes of lobotomy
with your eyes of divorce with your eyes of stroke
with your eyes alone
with your eyes
with your death full of flowers."
♪ She walks alone Through the city blocks ♪
♪ Oh, hears the tickin' of the clocks ♪
♪ Hunts for her by the waterfront docks ♪
♪ Where the sailors all come in ♪
♪ Maybe he'll see her there once again ♪
♪ How long must he wait? ♪
♪ One more time For a simple twist of fate ♪
Tell me a bit about the spirit of the tour.
- 'Cause you're doing new songs, right? - Yeah.
And a lot of people in the audience expected the old songs.
But Ratso, you know, that's the first...
- one of the first rules... - What's that?
The expectations, you know?
If you have big expectations, you're gonna be let down.
You can't have any expectations.
But people do have preconceptions.
That's their problem, Ratso. That's their own problem.
We can't account for everybody who's walking around, you know?
Like having expectations.
I mean, who gives a shit?
Yeah.
♪ They sat together in the park ♪
♪ As the evening sky got dark ♪
♪ She looked at him and he felt a spark ♪
♪ Tingle to his bones ♪
♪ 'Twas then he felt alone ♪
♪ And he wished he'd gone straight ♪
♪ And watched out For a simple twist of fate ♪
♪ They walked along by the old canal ♪
♪ A little confused, I remember well ♪
♪ And stopped into a strange hotel ♪
♪ With a neon burnin' bright ♪
♪ He felt the heat of the night ♪
♪ Hit him like a freight train ♪
♪ Moving with a simple twist of fate ♪
♪ A saxophone someplace softly played ♪
♪ As she was walkin' on by the arcade ♪
♪ She heard the melody rise and fade ♪
♪ The sun was coming up ♪
♪ She dropped a coin into the cup ♪
♪ Of a blind man at the gate ♪
♪ And forgot about A simple twist of fate ♪
♪ He woke up, she was gone ♪
♪ He didn't see nothing but the dawn ♪
♪ He got out of bed And put his clothes back on ♪
♪ Pushed back the blinds ♪
♪ Found a note she'd left behind ♪
♪ To which he just could not relate ♪
♪ All about a simple twist of fate ♪
♪ He hears the ticking of the clocks ♪
♪ And walks alone Through the city blocks ♪
♪ Hunts her down by the waterfront docks ♪
♪ Where the sailors all roll in ♪
♪ Maybe he'll spot her once again ♪
♪ How long must he wait? ♪
♪ One more time For a simple twist of fate ♪
♪ People tell me it's a crime ♪
♪ To know too much for too long a time ♪
♪ She should've caught me in my prime ♪
♪ She would've stayed with me ♪
♪ Instead I'm going off to sea ♪
♪ And leaving me to meditate ♪
♪ Upon that simple twist of fate ♪
I shall resign the presidency effective at noon tomorrow.
Vice President Ford will be sworn in as president
at that hour in this office.
♪ I dreamed I saw Saint Augustine ♪
♪ Alive as you or me... ♪
Thomas Jefferson said, "The people...
are the only sure reliance for the preservation of our liberty."
♪ With a blanket underneath his arm ♪
♪ And a coat of solid gold... ♪
Abraham Lincoln renewed this American article of faith
asking, "Is there any better way or equal hope in the world?"
Go!
Everybody get out of the way, now!
Get down!
Get out of the way!
♪ Come out ye gifted kings and queens... ♪
We've got too many people who are knocking every institution,
including the Congress, the president, the flag,
everything.
I think it's time to stand up and say,
"Well, we believe in these institutions, and we believe in America."
And I think America ought to sing a little bit.
♪...accordingly ♪
♪ And know you're not alone ♪
Now, we're talking about Bob Dylan the man,
that's who we're talking about, the message he preaches when he sings...
- You can't use microscopes on everything. - The happiness...
You're not using microscopes.
- You can't use a scalpel that way. - You're using the message.
I thought it was sort of depressing...
that people would stand in line for two days to see a man.
It just so... shows...
they have that need for something or somebody to...
bring salvation or something. You know?
But I did it, too.
I don't know.
About five in the afternoon, the day before the show, right?
- Yeah. - You were there,
you'd been there for a couple of days, you hit on me right away.
You said you wanted this button, right?
Thought I was Dylan or some shit like that.
- Yeah, right. Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
A lot of people think you are, Larry.
Well, it's pretty obvious.
Take your glasses off for a minute.
- I'm not him. - Well, anyways...
That little shit Ratso, he was the worst.
He dressed like Dylan, he tried to talk like Dylan,
always trying to ingratiate himself.
He thought he was Hunter Thompson
just because he was writing for Rolling Stone.
He didn't want anyone else with vision around.
Did he wind up causing problems for you?
Please.
Does the cockroach really cause problems for the house?
No, it's just a nuisance.
Van Dorp was an unusual guy.
He's one of those kind of people who's trying to... just needs an enemy.
And...
uh, he was trying to make enemies where there weren't any,
and, uh, he... he was...
he was successful at that.
He... He angered a lot... lots of people, especially in catering.
He would eat two or three, uh, meals
that really... really were for somebody else.
So, he ate more than he was supposed to,
and I think... and I think he...
...uh, I think he stuck his nose in places it might've should not have been.
He was also a very paranoid person.
Complained to people that his room was bugged.
Uh, which, you know, McGuinn was on that tour,
and McGuinn who at that point was into, uh, very sophisticated electronics.
So I'm not saying it wasn't bugged but...
but I'm not saying that it was bugged,
because I don't know that for a fact.
All tickets are $8.50 a ticket.
What were the audiences like...
that you played to?
Well, they would all be...
hysterically happy.
So, I mean, you can't really judge much
from saying, "What would the audiences be like?"
They would all be people who would've slit each other's throats to get there.
What a lovely couple!
- Don't make myths. A couple of what? - A couple of what?
♪ They say ev'rything can be replaced ♪
♪ That ev'ry distance is not near ♪
♪ So I remember ev'ry face ♪
♪ Of ev'ry man who put me here ♪
Joan Baez and me could sing anything.
We could sing together in our sleep.
As a matter of fact,
lot of times when I was sleeping, I'd hear her voice.
♪ Yonder down here in this lonely crowd ♪
♪ Is a man who swears he's not to blame ♪
♪ All day long I hear him shouting loud ♪
♪ Crying out that he been framed ♪
♪ I see my light... ♪
Joan was so courageous.
Self-disciplined.
When I first met her, it seemed like she'd come down to Earth from a meteorite.
And she's never changed.
She always seems like she's just come down from a meteorite.
You had no reservations about going on tour?
Well...
Sure.
I mean...
I think it probably sounded like... fun, but I also had experienced Dylan,
and, you know, how much fun that can be on any tour or not.
So, um...
But I think, know... knowing that it was gonna be a lot of people,
and I was gonna have my own family with me...
It sounded exciting, you know.
I had my own freedom...
to sing and dance in a way that I didn't do on my own stage.
Maybe there wasn't enough for her to do
and she'd begin to go a little stir-crazy.
Started doing, uh...
boogaloo and hanging out with people maybe she shouldn't be hanging out with,
and, um...
Ugh.
I don't know what happened.
Boy, sitting right next to Bob Dylan, man. Whew.
I got a light if you got,
One time, I got all dressed up as Bob,
which I would do periodically.
I used to put these little beard markings all over and have a mustache on.
And then I'd put his hat on
and some whiteface.
♪ All the time you dress so fine ♪
♪ Threw the bums a dime in your prime... ♪
I walked over with nobody really paying attention,
and I'd be Bob.
And there was this table of, like, food and catering and coffee,
and Louie was there, and I said...
"Handsome, give me some coffee."
Instantly, people got me some coffee like that.
"D'you want this? D'you want this? You want milk? Do you want sugar?"
And I just had in my hand, going like that,
and they treated me the way they treat Bob.
"D'you want this? D'you want that? What can we do?"
It was amazing.
It was amazing until finally I said something like,
"Oh, for Christ sake, Louie." And then he realized.
Oh, yeah, and I had a little wig on with my hair coming out underneath it.
Terrible.
It's like the court of Henry VIII or something, you know?
Who's Anne Boleyn, you know? Which one is gonna get the ax, you know?
You know what I mean? You know, there's that kind of dynamic.
And people are maneuvering to get closer,
and then there are the people who are using you to maneuver.
David Mansfield wanted to sing a song with me, uh...
Ugh. God.
That, uh, a drummer did.
I didn't see what the point of it all was.
- What does makeup do for you? - I don't know.
Just hides, you know, the ugliness a little bit.
Everyone, of course, you know, wanted their shot,
wanted their time in the sun.
But we all know that, you know, you have to...
give for the good of the show.
And it was such an honor to be there,
so that was no problem.
Who were the people you were closest with on the tour?
I know this sounds funny, but I felt close to Bob.
I just always felt close to him from the moment I met him.
Um, I'm sure many people that feel that way.
Um...
I know Mick Ronson told me, however, when I said, um...
you know, "Don't you love Bob?" and he said, "I don't know.
He's never spoken to me."
Um, and then once we were in Massachusetts,
and people were about to arrive.
I don't know who they were, but not our little group.
Bob and I were alone in the basement, and Bob said, "Ronee, help."
And I said, "Help what?"
And... And I felt so bad about that afterwards because I didn't mean to be...
cruel or thoughtless to Bob, but I always thought, you know,
I had to treat him just like a regular person
if I were going to be friends with him.
But later on, I understood a little more what he might be asking help for.
What was he asking help for?
I think the onslaught of strangers.
Hello, take my picture, please!
Hiya, man.
I was in the park with another one of my modeling jobs.
Of course, the whole park is full of everybody doing
whatever they're doing, and suddenly I hear, "Hey, Kiss,"
and I'm just, of course, mortified.
And then I realize...
that it's him.
So, of course, I'm even more mortified.
I think I met her with her mother.
She was a nice girl.
Uh...
She was so young, anyway, you know.
But she seemed old for her age.
Everybody wants to be a movie star...
don't they?
But, you know, when you live in the middle of nowhere,
when you tell somebody you wanna be a movie star, they think you're...
insane.
She, uh, used to tell me,
uh, someday she's going to be a famous actress.
Uh, okay.
A couple of days later he said, um...
"You know, hey...
how about if you just come on the road with us?"
And I thought, "And do what?"
"You know, you could help out with the costumes
and help out backstage and stuff."
- "Just Like a Woman." - What?
- "Just Like a Woman"? - Yeah!
- Do we know that song? - I don't know, we could fake it.
It was one of the first shows.
- I was backstage. - ...we'll try it.
Joan Baez had asked me to iron her shirt.
A second later I hear, "Hey... Sharon."
And there was this, um, really decrepit old piano
shoved off to the side, and Bob was kinda hunched over it.
And he gives me that... that look.
He's like, "I wrote a song about you."
♪ Nobody feels any pain ♪
♪ Tonight as I stand inside the rain ♪
And then he gets to the line...
♪ And she makes love just like a woman ♪
♪ But she breaks ♪
♪ Just like a little girl ♪
I just broke out crying. You know? Full-on tears.
I get... I think T Bone's the one who told me that the song was...
ten years old.
"Just Like a Woman."
Yeah!
What's just like a woman?
Nothin' like a woman.
Do a protest song!
Yeah, here's the one for you.
♪ Oh, sister, when I come To lie in your arms ♪
♪ You should not treat me Like a stranger ♪
♪ Our Father would not like The way that you act ♪
♪ And you must realize the danger ♪
♪ Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you ♪
♪ And one deserving of affection? ♪
♪ And is our purpose not the same On this earth ♪
♪ To love and follow His direction? ♪
♪ We grew up together ♪
♪ From the cradle to the grave ♪
♪ We died and were reborn ♪
♪ And then mysteriously saved ♪
♪ Oh, sister, when I come To knock on your door ♪
♪ Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow ♪
♪ Time is an ocean But it ends at the shore ♪
♪ You may not see me tomorrow ♪
Bob Dylan for president!
President of what?
Was he in a special mode of singing at that time?
Was he different than you'd seen him before?
It was... There was a Rolling Thunder energy.
That was his invention, you know, and all these people showed up.
So, yeah.
- What do you got, Larry? - The tour was very open-ended,
so whatever city they went to,
if there was a local friend and musician,
there would be a slot for them to come up and play.
For example, uh, in Connecticut, Joni Mitchell...
came up, did a couple of songs,
and loved it so much that she stayed on for the rest of the tour.
She just became part of the... this experience.
How did you two end up on the road?
- I don't know... - I came through Allen.
She came through Allen Ginsberg.
Um... I had finished a project and...
was, you know,
in a kind of a postnatal state
and wanted to come and see a concert,
and, uh, got sucked into it.
You know, just shelved everything that...
Everything else seemed, uh, minorly important
compared to this, like, as an experience,
and an experiment in communal existence. You know?
What do you think?
I think you've gotta come on the stage right now.
Okay, I'm coming.
♪ Ah ♪
Some days, I'd see it as this kind of allegorical thing
or as this group of pilgrims on a kind of journey and quest.
Of course, you... you know, you... the deal is you find yourself back home,
but you have to take this whole journey.
And then when you open it up to, you know, here you are in America,
and... and all the things that Bob seemed to care about
in terms of these other... the... the folk culture
is getting thrown in there.
And that's another weave. This sort of...
This... This American yearning for, I don't know, redemption.
♪...circle be unbroken ♪
♪ By and by, Lord, by and by ♪
♪ There's a better... ♪
Columbus didn't discover America. There were people here already.
Even though they stole most everything they could get their hands on.
Our land, children, women, whatever, they took it.
Left us very poor people.
A lot of our people homeless in our own country.
But the best things of all,
that they had no value,
was our way of life.
It's beautiful music when that thunder rolls.
And that's the way I got my name.
I used to scream like a little eagle is what they told me.
Even when I was a baby in diapers, run right out in the storm.
Yeah, I love it.
And that lightning flash, there's a lot of power in it, I tell you.
This tour was named after Chief Rolling Thunder.
So, it made sense that we go to the Tuscarora Indian Reservation and...
and play.
We're gonna let our guests get their food.
I was just told it's gonna be cafeteria style.
Bob was seated right across the table from me,
and he said,
"You remember Peter's song about Ira Hayes?"
And even today, there are things to write about...
for a cowboy, and I'm a cowboy.
An Indian, and I'm part Indian.
Or a human being.
This is a song about a human being,
who is also an Indian.
And if you don't remember his name,
I think you may after this song.
It's called Ira Hayes.
- Where would you want me to stand? - Anywhere you want. It'll be all right.
♪ Come gather 'round me, people And a story I will tell ♪
♪ About Ira Hayes, an Indian You should remember well ♪
♪ From the tribe of Pima Indians A proud and a peaceful band ♪
♪ They farmed the Phoenix Valley In the Arizona land ♪
♪ Down their ditches for a thousand years The running water rushed ♪
♪ Till the white man Stole the water rights ♪
♪ And the running water hushed ♪
♪ Now Ira's folks were hungry And their farms grew crops of weeds ♪
♪ But when war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed ♪
♪ Now they started up Iwo Jima hill With two hundred and fifty men ♪
♪ But only twenty-seven lived To walk back down that hill again ♪
♪ And when the fight was over And Old Glory raised ♪
♪ One of the men that held it high Was the Indian Ira Hayes ♪
♪ Call him drunken Ira Hayes ♪
♪ He won't answer anymore ♪
♪ Not the whiskey-drinkin' Indian ♪
♪ Or the Marine that went to war ♪
♪ Call him drunken Ira Hayes ♪
♪ He won't answer anymore ♪
♪ Not the whiskey-drinkin' Indian ♪
♪ Or the Marine that went to war ♪
This is a United States diplomatic medal.
It has... It has, uh...
an Indian and the first diplomatic team of... of the United States,
was given in Philadelphia on July the 4th, 1776.
Also, been told that there's a possibility
that these could be the same beads,
these, uh, larger ones, that Peter Minuit
traded the... our people for Manhattan Island.
Will you accept this?
Thanks for everything. What do you say, folks?
But somewhere along the line,
something has failed, and...
we hope that this country can straighten out before too long,
because there are many things that's going to happen to shape
not only this country but the world.
Bob.
What you... You guys still here?
Can I ask just one question?
♪ William Zanzinger Killed poor Hattie Carroll ♪
♪ With a cane that he twirled Round his diamond ring finger ♪
♪ At a Baltimore hotel Society gath'rin' ♪
♪ And the cops were called in And his weapon took from him ♪
♪ As they rode him in custody Down to the station ♪
♪ And booked William Zanzinger For first-degree murder ♪
♪ Yes, and you who philosophize disgrace ♪
♪ And criticize all fear ♪
♪ Take the rag away from your face ♪
♪ Now ain't the time for your tears ♪
Everything is forgiven whenever I would see Bob sing.
It is so...
the charisma...
that he has, I've never seen anywhere,
before or since.
And the beauty of those songs...
I don't.
Jack Kerouac, uh, writes like ticker tape.
I used to see you write like ticker tape.
I used to feed you salad and red wine while you wrote like ticker tape.
Yeah, I remember.
Brilliant stuff. William Zanzinger.
Overlooking the Pacific.
The wild Pacific Ocean in Big Sur, right?
- William Zanzinger. - Where was that written?
"Hattie Carroll." One of the best songs I think you ever wrote.
I think it's one of the best songs you sing.
Thank you. How come you take it on the stage now?
'Cause you won't sing it.
Oh, Bob.
Sure, I will.
Just 'cause I screwed up the words.
- Well, it really... - How do you like my dress?
...displeases me that you... that you went off and got married
and... and, uh...
You went off and got married first and didn't tell me.
Yeah, but...
- You should have told me or something. - But I married the woman I loved.
I know, that's true.
That's true. And I married the man I thought I loved.
See, that's what thought has to do with it.
Thought will fuck you up.
You're right. I agree with that.
See, it's heart, it's not... it's not head.
♪ Hattie Carroll was A maid of the kitchen ♪
♪ She was fifty-one years old And gave birth to ten children ♪
♪ She cleaned up the dishes Hauled out the garbage ♪
♪ And never sat once At the head of the table ♪
♪ She just cleaned up All the food from the table ♪
♪ And emptied the ash On a whole other level ♪
♪ Got killed by a blow Lay slain by a cane ♪
♪ That sailed through the air And came down through the room ♪
♪ Doomed and determined To destroy all the gentle ♪
♪ And she never done nothing To William Zanzinger ♪
♪ Yes, and you who philosophize disgrace And criticize all fears ♪
♪ Take the rag away from your face ♪
♪ Now ain't the time for your tears ♪
♪ In the courtroom of honor The judge pounded his gavel ♪
♪ To show that all's equal And that the courts are on the level ♪
♪ That the strings in the books Ain't pulled and persuaded ♪
♪ And that even the nobles Get properly handled ♪
♪ Once that the cops Have chased after and caught 'em ♪
♪ That the ladder of law Has no top and no bottom ♪
♪ Stared at the person Who killed for no reason ♪
♪ Who just happened to be feelin' That way without warnin' ♪
♪ And he spoke through his cloak So deep and distinguished ♪
♪ Handed out strongly For penalty and repentance ♪
♪ William Zanzinger With a six-month sentence ♪
♪ Yes, and you who philosophize disgrace ♪
♪ And criticize all fear ♪
♪ Bury the rag deep in your face ♪
♪ Now is the time for your tears ♪
♪ But sleep won't come ♪
♪ The whole night through ♪
♪ Your cheatin' heart ♪
♪ Will tell on you ♪
♪ You'll walk the floor ♪
♪ And shout my name ♪
The hours are creeping down.
- We got to get the story. - I'm getting it!
I'm only up all fuckin' night when the hours are creeping down.
Well, I mean, you had two fuckin' weeks, Larry.
To do what?
- To get a story, instead of... - I gave you a story, I gave you...
That had a lot of fuckin' holes in it.
- Well, but you're a bureaucrat. - Oh, bullshit.
- Where do you get that crap? - You ask...
You are a bureaucrat. You ask me fuckin'...
uh, Wall Street Journal questions.
- Bullshit. - Those are the questions...
Everybody in the fuckin' country wants to know...
You're asking me music business questions, man.
That's part of it, isn't it?
But that's not what the kids wanna read.
- How do you know? - I know kids, man! I ask them.
♪...and call my name ♪
Rolling Stone magazine was interested in the economics,
how much are these people getting paid...
You know, why are they playing bigger halls as the tour went on?
Those were the kind of questions they were asking,
and I didn't give a shit about that.
I mean, what I was concerned with was, you know, chronicling this...
this, uh, cultural event.
- Can I offer you a beer? - Sure.
- There we go. - Thank you.
There ain't too many Medicis around these days,
and whether you're out on the road with a lot of people,
or you're making a movie,
or any kind of creative endeavor that takes resources,
you need money.
And you gotta go to somebody who believes
that they're gonna get their money back and maybe a little more.
So, yeah, there's always this natural tension
between art and commerce.
Okay, how 'bout... We gotta cut one of Jack's.
- He says to cut "Muleskinner." - He wants to cut "Muleskinner."
All right. Okay.
I'll talk to Bob about this.
- All right, Allen's gonna do something? - Five minutes. Very brief.
You got a whole different audience. Did you look at those people?
They're not familiar with Dylan or Baez or anybody else.
Right.
If you go up and spill poetry for any length of time,
they're gonna be, you know, gone, you know?
Make it two minutes, Allen.
Two minutes is plenty, I'm telling you.
- Okay. - What about more cuts?
- Two minutes. - We're still cutting.
The show was originally three hours.
Ginsberg, who appeared in the show originally,
there was not enough time for him to perform during the show,
so his section was cut.
He and Peter Orlovsky became the baggage handlers.
We would put our bags outside the door, and he would take them every day.
You're a fuckin' luggage handler?
- God, yeah, and I give massages sometimes. - You're a poet!
I make myself useful around, on the, uh...
Uh... helping Chris with the newsletter and putting out the newsletter.
- You do errands? - Errands, right.
I can't believe this shit.
What kind of tour is this? You're a fuckin' great poet, Peter.
I'm learning... Been practicing banjo, and I've been sitting every morning...
Uh, tomorrow morning, we're gonna sit with Allen for one hour.
- To do what? - After we wake up, sit and meditate.
At a party at Gordon Lightfoot's house,
Toronto, Canada.
Joni Mitchell, she would go out and do her new songs.
She wouldn't do any hits.
And the audience reaction was a little sort of muted
for these new songs,
as it usually is when artists try to do new songs.
And I remember, she came off and she said,
"McGuinn, I don't know why I'm so scared out there. I just don't..."
I said, "You're just doing new songs.
You ought to do something that they recognize,
and then they'll, you know, loosen up."
She said, "No, no, I... I can't do that. I think that's a bad idea."
I admired her for her courage to do the new stuff only.
Joni wrote this song about this tour,
and on this tour, and for this tour.
Okay, D-minor now.
Yeah, some dissonance.
I had been loudly proclaiming that my three favorite male songwriters
were Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Kinky Friedman.
So, Jonistarted interrogating me backstage one day, saying,
"What do you mean, male?
Why do you make that distinction, male songwriters?
I mean, what about my stuff?
I mean, don't you characterize my stuff, like, you know,
in the same league as Bob and Leonard Cohen?"
And we got into this long discussion about,
well, the male versus female perspective, and anima-animus,
and, you know, male-female dynamic, and everything, you know.
But it became this long, drawn-out confrontation,
and we bonded on that.
♪ No regrets, Coyote ♪
♪ We just come from such different sets Of circumstance ♪
♪ I'm up all night in the studios ♪
♪ And you're up early on your ranch ♪
♪ Brushing out a broodmare's tail ♪
♪ While the sun is ascending ♪
♪ And I'll just be getting home With my reel-to-reel ♪
♪ There's no comprehending ♪
♪ Just how close To the bone and the skin ♪
♪ And the eyes and the lips you can get ♪
♪ And still feel so alone ♪
♪ And still feel related ♪
♪ Like stations in a relay ♪
♪ You're not a hit-and-run driver No, no ♪
♪ Racing away ♪
♪ You just picked up a hitcher ♪
♪ A prisoner of the white lines On the freeway ♪
♪ We saw a farmhouse burning down ♪
♪ In the middle of nowhere In the middle of the night ♪
♪ And we rolled right past that tragedy ♪
♪ Till we came to some roadside lights ♪
♪ And a local band was playing ♪
♪ Locals were mincin' And shakin' on the floor ♪
♪ The next thing I know ♪
♪ That Coyote's at my door ♪
♪ And he pins me in a corner And he won't take no ♪
♪ He drags me out on the dance floor ♪
♪ And we're dancin' close and slow ♪
♪ He's got a woman at home ♪
♪ One for the night And now he wants one for the day ♪
♪ Oh, why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way? ♪
♪ You just picked up a hitcher ♪
♪ A prisoner of the white lines And the freeway ♪
Let's call Hopper, man.
Fuck yeah. Let me change channels.
Why do you have that?
What are you on, channel 31?
- Uh, give me, uh... - Okay.
Okay.
♪ I took my troubles Down to Madame Rue ♪
♪ You know that gypsy With the gold-capped tooth ♪
♪ She's got a pad Down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine ♪
♪ Sellin' little bottles Of Love Potion Number Nine ♪
What poetry is,
the natural object, where we are now,
is always adequate symbol,
so you don't have to invent romantic myths,
diamond dancers on oceansides.
The scratching of the pen or the noise in the back of the bar
is part of the music.
♪ She bent down, turned around And gave me a wink ♪
♪ She said, "I'm gonna mix it up Right here in the sink" ♪
♪ It smelled like turpentine... ♪
I've never had more faith in America
than I do today.
We have an America
that, in Bob Dylan's phrase,
is busy being born,
not busy dying.
I was very enamored of Jimmy Carter.
He... I thought he was a really soulful, interesting guy,
and he liked me.
So, you know, Imaintained a relationship with him for a long time.
And he's the guy
who got me into the Rolling Thunder concert that night.
Jimmy Carter.
Which is another story.
I was... I was one of the youngest members of the Congress.
And so I was, um...
Yeah, I mean, I was torn between two generations there.
I was being pulled in both... You know, you want to get anything done,
you have to get along with people in the Congress.
You know, you don't get anything done anymore because nobody wants to, but...
in my day you, you know, you made an effort
to get along with these guys.
And most of them were considerably older than I was.
And Dylan was considered the enemy, really, by a lot of these guys.
I had grown up in this era where, you know, you wanted to be an adult,
you wanted to drink a martini with your dad, you know.
And now...
you know, "Never trust anybody over 30." Right?
And I'm caught in the middle of this, and I'm dealing in the Congress
with all these old guys, and...
You know, it's an interesting conundrum.
My own interest in the criminal justice system
is very heartfelt.
One of the sources for my understanding about
what's right and wrong in this society
is from a personal, very close friend of mine
a great poet named Bob Dylan.
After listening to his records about "The Ballad of Hattie Carroll"
and "Like a Rolling Stone,"
I've learned to appreciate the dynamism of change in a modern society.
I grew up as a landowner's son,
but I don't think I ever realized that the proper interrelationship
between the landowner and those who worked on a farm
until I heard Dylan's record,
"I Ain't Gonna Work On Maggie's Farm No More."
So I went to this meeting, I believe it was in Atlanta.
Jimmy was there, and he and I spoke about a few things.
And I can't remember exactly what was left unsaid,
but I told him that I would call him back that night,
and we were gonna finish this conversation.
I had to get to the airport.
So I get on the flight, I'm trying to get home.
And I got caught in a storm, and we got diverted to Niagara Falls.
And I get stashed in this cheesy little motel
that the airline put us up in.
I called Jimmy to say I hadn't reached home,
but we could talk tomorrow, and he said, "Where are you?"
And I said, "I'm in Niagara Falls." And he says, "Well,
you just hit the jackpot because...
because Bob Dylan's doing this Rolling Thunder concert
there tonight, and you can go."
He said, "I'll call him and I'll get you in."
Dylan!
Dylan, you're beautiful!
Uncle Sam is going to sing
one of his versions of "The Star-Spangled Banner."
Ladies and gentlemen...
I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical...
This song about a human being
who is also an Indian.
- "Let America be America again." - And if you don't remember...
"Let it be the dream it used to be."
No, I'm sorry, you... you can't...
- Excuse me. You can't shoot in here. - You need authorization.
You cannot shoot in here, sir.
- Why can't I shoot in here? - He's running the camera.
What organization are you from?
Do you know where you're going to?
I don't know. You'll have to ask him.
I'm sorry you had the hassle. Uh, we didn't know you were coming.
Obviously.
We just happened to be in the neighborhood.
- I heard it was you. - I brought a friend if you don't mind.
No, I don't mind, but I'm sorry you had any trouble downstairs.
Uh, Irwin, this is Bob.
- How are you? - Good.
But if you're looking...
to help the guy, in effect,
you know, and your purpose is a social one rather than a record one,
then I think it probably would make sense, you know, to comment, you know, early.
You know what I'm saying? I don't know what your motivations are.
You're kind of throwing it out and I haven't given a lot of thought.
I think there's a Top 40 AM problem.
Conversely, there may be a lot of black radio play,
for example, in the east.
- Or you make it AM play. - So WWRL would...
It's a Bob Dylan statement, that it is unique.
Whoever wants to play it can play it,
but the idea is he wants it on the streets,
so people can do with it what they want.
But with those caveats,
your motivation is to try to do what you can for the guy,
then it probably makes sense to do it as quickly as possible.
- That's the motivation. - Uh...
♪ Pistol shots ring out In a barroom night ♪
♪ Enter Patty Valentine From the upper hall ♪
♪ She sees the bartender In a pool of blood ♪
♪ Cries out, "My God They killed them all"... ♪
If they can get it out on the street in a week that's, you know, that's good.
That's what they were talking about.
Rubin Carter was an amazing boxer,
middleweight,
who had been framed
for a murder in New Jersey
and was languishing now in Rahway State Prison.
Bob wrote this incredible song,
"Hurricane," and was very concerned about getting him out.
I'd written songs about boxers before, so that was nothing new, but, uh...
I hadn't really thought about, uh, Hurricane...
because I didn't know about Hurricane.
Uh...
It...
It never really crossed my path.
I got the book. I read it.
Um, I, you know, made a mental note that if I was coming east,
or if I was east, I would, uh, visit him.
We were there for, you know, most of the day,
as far as I can remember.
Uh, we got there in the morning and then left him when it was dark.
I realized the man's philosophy
and my philosophy were running on the same road.
You know, and, uh, you don't meet too many people like that,
you know, that you just know that kinda on the same path, mentally, you know.
Yeah.
Dylan was different than other people who came to see me.
I mean, other people would ask the obvious questions.
"Rubin, are you guilty?"
You know, "Did you commit this crime?" "Did you do that?" You know.
But Dylan wasn't asking that.
Not at all. It seemed like he was searching for something else.
It was as if he was saying,
"Who are you, man?"
You know, "Are you what I see?"
I had a friend of mine send me his lyrics to his songs,
and so I could read his lyrics,
so I can get an... an idea of who I'm talkin' to here, you know.
And...
I found something that was, uh, very interesting.Very...
That really connected us.
Both of us were... were performers and crowd-pleasers.
You know, me with the vicious left hook,
you know, whose parents grew up in the Jim Crow South,
and Dylan, uh, you know, with his... uh... the troubadour.
So you got back, and you had the germ of an idea to do a song?
- Yeah. - Why?
I mean, you know, is this a return to protest...
I mean...
You know, is this, uh, "Hattie Carroll" revisited?
Um, there's an injustice that has been done, you know.
And the fact is that it can happen to anybody.
- Mm-hmm. - You know?
- And we have to be confronted with that. - So... So...
This song is called "Hurricane."
If you got any political pull at all,
maybe you can help us get this man out of jail,
back onto the streets.
♪ Pistol shots ring out In the barroom night ♪
♪ Enter Patty Valentine From the outer hall ♪
♪ She sees the bartender In a pool of blood ♪
♪ Cries out, "My God, They've killed 'em all!" ♪
♪ Here comes the story of the Hurricane ♪
♪ The man the authorities came to blame ♪
♪ For somethin' that he never done ♪
♪ Put in a prison cell But one time he coulda been ♪
♪ The champion of the world ♪
♪ Three bodies lyin' there Does Patty see ♪
♪ And another man named Bello Movin' mysteriously ♪
♪ "I didn't do it," he says And he throws up his hands ♪
♪ "I was only robbin' the register You understand ♪
♪ I saw them leave, though" he says And he stops ♪
♪ "One of us had better Call on the cops" ♪
♪ And so Patty calls the cops ♪
♪ And they arrive on the scene With their red lights flashin' ♪
♪ In the hot New Jersey night ♪
♪ Meanwhile, far away In another part of town ♪
♪ Rubin Carter and a couple of friends Are drivin' around ♪
♪ Number one contender For the middleweight crown ♪
♪ Had no idea what kinda shit Was about to go down ♪
♪ When a cop pulled him over To the side of the road ♪
♪ Just like the time before And the time before that ♪
♪ In Paterson, that's the way things go ♪
♪ If you're black, you might as well Not show up on the streets ♪
♪ 'Less you want to draw the heat ♪
♪ Alfred Bello, he laid this rap On the cops ♪
♪ "Me and Arthur Dexter Bradley Were in here prowlin' around ♪
♪ We saw two men runnin' out of here They looked like middleweights ♪
♪ Jumped into a white car With out-of-state plates" ♪
♪ And Miss Patty Valentine Just nodded her head ♪
♪ Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys This one's not dead" ♪
♪ So they took him to the infirmary ♪
♪ And though this man could hardly see ♪
♪ They told him that he could identify The guilty men ♪
♪ Four in the mornin' And they haul Rubin in ♪
♪ Took him to the hospital And they brought him upstairs ♪
♪ The wounded man looks up Through his one dyin' eye ♪
♪ Says, "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!" ♪
♪ Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane ♪
♪ The man the authorities came to blame ♪
♪ For somethin' that he never done ♪
♪ Put in a prison cell But one time he coulda been ♪
♪ The champion of the world ♪
♪ Four months later The ghettos are in flame ♪
♪ Rubin's in South America Fightin' for his name ♪
♪ Arthur Dexter Bradley's Still in the robbery game ♪
♪ And the cops are Puttin' the screws to him ♪
♪ Lookin' for someone to blame ♪
♪ "Remember that murder That happened in a bar? ♪
♪ Remember you said you saw The getaway car? ♪
♪ You think you'd like to play ball With the law? ♪
♪ Think it mighta been that fighter That you saw runnin' that night? ♪
♪ Don't forget now, you're white" ♪
♪ Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure" ♪
♪ Cops said "A poor boy like you could use a break ♪
♪ We got you for the motel job We're talkin' to your friend Bello ♪
♪ You don't wanna have to go back to jail Be a nice fellow ♪
♪ You'll be doin' society a favor ♪
♪ That son of a bitch is brave And gettin' braver ♪
♪ We want to put his ass in stir ♪
♪ We want to pin this triple murder On him ♪
♪ He ain't no Gentleman Jim" ♪
♪ All of Rubin's cards were marked In advance ♪
♪ The trial was a pig-circus He never had a chance ♪
♪ The judge made Rubin's witnesses Drunkards from the slums ♪
♪ To the white folks who watched He was a revolutionary bum ♪
♪ And to the black folks He was just a crazy nigger ♪
♪ No one doubted That he pulled the trigger ♪
♪ And though they could not produce The gun ♪
♪ The DA said he was the one Who did the deed ♪
♪ And the all-white jury agreed ♪
♪ Rubin Carter was falsely tried ♪
♪ The crime was murder one Guess who testified? ♪
♪ Bello and Bradley, and they both lied ♪
♪ And the newspapers They all went along for the ride ♪
♪ How can the life of such a man ♪
♪ Be in the palm of some fool's hand? ♪
♪ To see him obviously framed ♪
♪ Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed To live in a land ♪
♪ Where justice is a game ♪
♪ Now all the criminals In their coats and their ties... ♪
"Now all the criminals in their coats and ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the... and watch the sun rise."
"While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell,
an innocent man in a living hell."
I thought that was great.
Because the ballad of the Hurricane...
uh, sent an indelible message of justice gone awry,
you know what I mean?
So... So...
Dylan doing that spread the word far and wide.
♪ That's the story of the Hurricane ♪
♪ But it won't be over Till they clear his name ♪
♪ And give him back the time he's done ♪
♪ Put in a prison cell But one time he coulda been ♪
♪ The champion of the world ♪
Let me introduce you to everybody.
Many of the people who came to help me were white people,
which must have surprised the authorities,
because the authorities claimed that I committed this crime
because of my hatred for white people.
But here's all these white folks
coming to help this poor black man
who's in prison for something that he didn't do,
something that he didn't do. I mean, it... it was great.
What happens if the courts say no, where do you go from there?
Are you gonna go back into the courts once again?
If the courts say no, we just keep on fighting.
There's no such... There's no such thing as no.
There's just yes,
and the road is straight ahead, and we keep on going.
Bob always been searching.
Every time I see Bob now, and which we don't see each other frequently,
but every time I see him, I ask Bob, "Have you found it yet, Bob?"
And Bob says, "Yeah, I found it."
But I know he hasn't, 'cause he keeps searching.
He'd always say, "Hey, what are you searching for today?"
I'd say, "What?"
He'd say, "I know you're a searcher. What are you searching for?"
I'd say, uh, "Well, Hurricane, I'm searching for the Holy Grail."
And he'd say, "What?"
I said, "I'm gonna search until I find it, like Sir Galahad."
That's what I'm looking for.
- Five minutes. Five minutes. - Do you think he's a genius?
Is Bob Dylan a genius?
I don't know. That's a strange word.
Maybe.
I think the most brilliant thing he did was putting a group of highly motivated
and ambitious people on a train with no supervision,
and then let them become the most extreme versions of themselves.
Is that how you'd describe what happened?
I know that's what happened to me.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go.
So, why did you come here to speak to me?
Well, to try and, you know, stake my claim
and say, "Here I am, this is me. I'm the one who made this.
You're using it.
This wouldn't exist without me. I'm the filmmaker here."
December 4th, 1975, Montreal, Canada,
last scheduled concert for the Rolling Thunder Revue.
We phantoms are assembled at the end of the Rolling Thunder tour.
Roger? Let's go. Luther?
We started out trying to recover America.
We discovered a certain amount of truth about ourselves.
Old friends who thought their loves had been lost
were able to get together and, uh, face each other eye to eye
and sing over an electrical microphone
to please the desires of myriad young yearners,
who had been seeking some kind of union and community
and saw therein an image of that community.
Was the tour a success?
The tour was a disaster, it was a catastrophe.
- Why? - Well,
I told 'em we should be playing to 20,000-seaters,
but instead, you know, they wanted to play all these small joints.
Now you've got 16 to 18 people onstage,
and you got 15 people on the back line.
Buses and hotel rooms and catering, and you're only playing to houses
with 3,000 seats, so you're gonna hemorrhage money.
We were in the red before we even got on the road.
No, it wasn't a success.
Not if you measure success in terms of profit.
But it was a sense of adventure.
So, in many ways, yes, it was very successful.
Let's go.
Time to go.
- Come on. We're on. - Yeah, Rob, you look pretty.
What remains of that tour to this day?
Nothing.
Not one single thing.
Ashes.
♪ Mama, wipe the blood off of my face ♪
♪ I can't see through it anymore ♪
♪ I need someone to talk to And a new hiding place ♪
♪ I feel like I'm knockin' On heaven's door ♪
♪ Knock, knock, knockin' On heaven's door ♪
♪ Mama, I can hear that thunder roll ♪
♪ Echoing down from God's distant shore ♪
♪ I can hear Him calling out for my soul ♪
♪ l feel I'm knocking on heaven's door ♪
♪ Knock, knock, knockin' On heaven's door ♪
You who saw it all, or saw flashes and fragments,
take from us some example,
try and get yourselves together,
clean up your act, find your community,
pick up on some kind of redemption of your own consciousness,
become more mindful of your own friends,
your own work,
your own proper meditation,
your own proper art,
your own beauty.
Go out and make it for your own eternity.
♪ Knock, knock, knockin' On heaven's door ♪
♪ The water is wide ♪
♪ And I can't cross over ♪
♪ I've neither wings ♪
♪ That I could fly ♪
♪ Build me a boat ♪
♪ That can carry two ♪
♪ And both shall row ♪
♪ My love and I ♪
♪ There is a ship ♪
♪ And it sails on the sea ♪
♪ Loaded deep ♪
♪ As deep can be ♪
♪ But not as deep ♪
♪ As the love I'm in ♪
♪ And both shall row ♪
♪ My love and I ♪
Bob!
Encore!
♪ Hot chili peppers In the blistering sun ♪
♪ Dust on my face and my cape ♪
♪ Me and Magdalena on the run ♪
♪ I think this time we shall escape ♪
♪ Sold my guitar to the baker's son ♪
♪ For a few crumbs and a place to hide ♪
♪ But I can get another one ♪
♪ And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride ♪
♪ No llores, mi querida ♪
♪ Dios nos vigila ♪
♪ Soon the horse will take us to Durango ♪
♪ Agárrame, mi vida ♪
♪ Soon the desert will be gone ♪
♪ Soon you will be dancing the fandango ♪
♪ Past the Aztec ruins And the ghosts of our people ♪
♪ Hoofbeats like castanets on stone ♪
♪ At night, I dream of bells In the village steeple ♪
♪ Then I see the bloody face of Ramon ♪
♪ Was it me that shot him down In the cantina? ♪
♪ Was it my hand that held the gun? ♪
♪ Come let us fly, my Magdalena ♪
♪ The dogs are barking And what's done is done ♪
♪ No llores, mi querida ♪
♪ Dios nos vigila ♪
♪ Soon the horse will take us to Durango ♪
♪ Agárrame, mi vida ♪
♪ Soon the desert will be gone ♪
♪ Soon you will be dancing the fandango ♪
♪ At the corrida, we'll sit in the shade ♪
♪ And watch the young torero stand alone ♪
♪ Drank tequila Where our grandfathers stayed ♪
♪ When they rode with Villa into Torreón ♪
♪ And the padre will recite The prayers of old ♪
♪ In the little church this side of town ♪
♪ I'll wear new boots And an earring of gold ♪
♪ You'll shine with diamonds In your wedding gown ♪
♪ Was that the thunder that I heard? ♪
♪ My head is vibrating I feel a sharp pain ♪
♪ Come sit by me, don't say a word ♪
♪ Oh, can it be that I am slain? ♪
♪ Quick, Magdalena, take my gun ♪
♪ Look up in the hills That flash of light ♪
♪ Aim well, my little one ♪
♪ We may not make it through the night ♪
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‎两百周年纪念帽出售
‎两百周年纪念帽
‎打扰 你感到高涨的爱国情绪吗？
‎爱国情绪不是我现在真正的感觉
‎人们喜欢两百周年纪念帽 ‎我就卖给他们
‎女士们先生们 今天天气晴朗
‎两百周年纪念日 ‎我们就在纽约下城
‎女士们先生们
‎小乔瑟夫·哈特利 ‎来自纽约的词曲作家
‎否则的话 山姆大叔我就要唱
‎自己版本的《星条旗》了
‎女士们先生们 《星条旗》 ‎配上新的曲调
‎弗朗西斯·斯科特·基作词 ‎小乔瑟夫·哈特利作曲
‎献给美国的未来 上帝保佑共和国
‎准备好了吗指挥老师？
‎没有指挥老师 那我就自己唱了
‎哦 你可看见 透过一线曙光
‎只卖一美元
‎快来买吧
‎我一共有四个版本…
‎嘿 铃鼓手先生
‎请为我演奏一曲
‎我并无倦意 也无处要去
‎嘿 铃鼓手先生
‎请为我演奏一曲
‎在这叮当作响中的早晨
‎我将追随你而去
‎虽然我知道夜晚的帝国
‎已归于尘土
‎我们齐聚在这个历史性的地方
‎共同庆祝美国成立两百周年
‎我想引用在签署《独立宣言》时
‎在场的人士所说的话
‎想到美国的使命
‎美国对世界意味着什么
‎其中有个人说到 ‎我们并不只是为我们自己行动
‎而是为全人类行动
‎（我们人民 第1条）
‎（1976年新精神）
‎西贡陷落了
‎人们似乎已经失去了对于
‎几乎一切事物的信念
‎嘿 铃鼓手先生…
‎有很多争论 关于美国
‎为什么会被逐出越南
‎而且是以如此羞辱性的形式
‎一个月里就有两人试图刺杀总统
‎带我登上你有魔法的…
‎让我们设立1976年的目标
‎在美国精神领域继续前进
‎在座所有人所拥有的机会
‎是一个可以实现的梦想
‎是可以达成的
‎对于所有运气足够好 ‎出生在这个国家的人
‎对于所有运气足够好 ‎来到这个国家的人来说
‎…消失在我自己的游行队伍中
‎当时的想法是搞一个巡演
‎将各种不同的风格聚集在一起
‎包括一系列不同的音乐风格
‎我不会称其为传统意义上的巡演
‎但确实是传统的…
‎巡演的形式
‎这么描述很笨拙 愚蠢
‎-好的 ‎-你知道
‎我想要试着
‎聊到核心问题
‎这个滚雷巡演的核心究竟是什么
‎我完全没想法
‎因为没有核心意义
‎只是40年前发生的一件事
‎-事实如此 ‎-不如就从这个角度说吧？
‎可以
‎-来吧 ‎-好的 来吧
‎我对于滚雷巡演一点印象都没有
‎-好 ‎-这个发生在
‎太久之前了 我都还没出生
‎你想知道些什么？
‎带着我消失在
‎我意识圈里
‎穿越浓雾笼罩的时间废墟
‎越过冻结的树叶
‎鬼魂缠扰的可怕的树木
‎走近狂风阵阵的海滩
‎疯狂的悲伤无法触及的地方
‎是的 在钻石天空之下起舞
‎一只手自由地挥舞
‎倒影映在海里
‎被沙滩围绕
‎所有的记忆和命运
‎都淹没在浪底
‎让我忘却今日 直到明天
‎嘿 铃鼓手先生
‎请为我演奏一曲
‎生活并不是关于寻找自己
‎或寻找任何东西的
‎生活是关于自我创造
‎今晚上台？
‎以及创造别的东西
‎我想介绍另一位优秀的
‎歌手登上民谣城的舞台
‎所以大家…
‎1975年夏天
‎纽约出现了奇怪的景象
‎不同寻常 所谓的民谣时代已经过去 ‎还是没有？
‎琼·贝兹和她的朋友鲍勃·迪伦
‎让我们掌声欢迎琼·贝兹…
‎有传言说
‎有灵感的迪伦回来了
‎他的势力全部聚集到了一起
‎我所说的一切
‎你都能说得一样好
‎很快他们就都凑在了一起
‎就好像是年轻的音乐人们在一起 ‎享受乐趣
‎彼此之间直接接触
‎我的名字叫胡安娜诺·德卡斯特罗
‎我的父亲是一名西班牙贵族
‎抱歉 打扰一下
‎我们时间不多了 我想要向大家介绍
‎帕蒂·史密斯和埃里克·安德森
‎大家掌声欢迎
‎就是他 上台来吧
‎有一个…
‎有一个弓箭手
‎弓箭手爱上了他的妹妹
‎弓箭手看着她妹妹
‎说道
‎“我们俩之间的疯狂 ‎是非常私密的事情”
‎但他妹妹太害怕了 所以她
‎妹妹嫁给了苏丹
‎于是弓箭手就加入了国王的队伍
‎大婚之夜 苏丹和妹妹
‎即将成婚
‎于是
‎弓箭手穿着盔甲走出门去
‎走了出去
‎大家知道16世纪土地模样吧
‎像国际象棋的棋盘一样 ‎黑色和绿色相交
‎弓箭手走在棋盘黑色的部分上
‎他看着棋盘的黑色部分
‎看起来像是她妹妹黑色的头发
‎于是
‎你们懂的
‎总而言之 看起来真是…一团糟
‎看起来像是他妹妹的头发
‎所以他无法前进 ‎继续做国王的弓箭手了
‎因为他看向宫殿 在宫殿里
‎他看到他的妹妹在宽衣解带
‎为苏丹宽衣解带
‎于是王子就除下了他的所有盔甲
‎开始朝宫殿走去
‎开始朝另一个方向走去
‎开始朝另一个维度走去
‎转移到了另一个维度
‎我移向了另一个维度
‎继续走着
‎走得非常慢
‎他是摇滚界的第一位弓箭手
‎他向宫殿走去
‎向宫殿前进着
‎他迈着大步
‎他用七种方式走着
‎他解放了元素
‎龙卷风从他的手中喷薄而出
‎你是我的阳光
‎我唯一的阳光
‎天空灰暗时你让我开心起来
‎你永远都不会知道 亲爱的 我有多…
‎十月 十一月的时候
‎迪伦可能有想法要做些事情
‎有点像诈骗犯
‎做那种老式的药品宣传巡演
‎坐着巴士或者马车
‎在不同城市之间穿梭
‎感觉迪伦是想要带我们去 ‎他想要试着
‎这是他的设想
‎并没有公开
‎他的想法是
‎想展现出他自己多么美丽
‎通过展现出我们的美丽
‎通过展现出整个
‎表演团体的美来做到
‎也就是展现出真正的社区
‎这就是生活方式 ‎这就是诗人的生活方式
‎我住在一个公寓里
‎水槽漏水漏进墙里
‎下东区到处是床虱子
‎大厅里到处是瘾君子
‎房子被入室抢劫
‎西藏的唐卡被人偷走
‎抽冰毒的拿走了我的雕像
‎让我的爱情变成了蠢事
‎抽冰毒的拿走了我的雕像
‎让我的爱情变成了蠢事
‎-你们还想听吗？ ‎-好
‎有个大型的试音活动
‎艾伦·金斯堡在公寓里搞了个派对
‎你就是在那里见到的迪伦？
‎是的
‎你觉得他怎么样？
‎迪伦挺好的
‎有很多疯狂的人 都嗑嗨了 ‎都去见他
‎转得越来越快 鲍勃并没有反应
‎我觉得他就在一旁观察了整件事
‎我觉得他喜欢这种混乱
‎我是个放荡又杂乱的男孩
‎有好多城市我喜欢
‎（排练录音室）
‎但我现在娶了个更好的妻子
‎我爱她胜过爱生命
‎我的想法是为整个演出组织一个
‎即兴的坛罐乐队
‎类似于吉姆·夸斯金的坛罐乐队那样
‎但没有实现
‎他们当时正在SIR录音室彩排
‎我和李维谈过 他问迪伦说
‎我能不能拍摄排练时的幕后花絮
‎迪伦说可以 ‎但李维告诉我没有预算了
‎因为我觉得这会有很好的发展
‎于是我拿出了自己所有积蓄 ‎全部自掏腰包
‎鲍勃喜欢你吗？
‎不知道 谁知道呢？
‎就像照镜子一样
‎你要么看到了你想看到的东西 ‎要么就讨厌你看到的东西
‎我可以告诉你一点
‎我会这样拿欧洲风格
‎在金斯堡家的那晚过后 鲍勃也开始这样拿了
‎这是我带的头
‎丽塔·梅
‎你是如何成为这样的？
‎你何时见到过光？
‎你为何从不害怕？
‎你让我辗转反侧 犹豫不决
‎但我知道我肯定在长进
‎丽塔·梅
‎我没有感觉到喜爱
‎没有感激也没有爱
‎你的忠诚不属于我
‎而是属于天上的星辰
‎再来杯咖啡上路
‎在我走之前再来杯咖啡
‎敬下方的山谷
‎我去了下东区一个爵士乐音乐人家
‎正要过马路的时候 一辆车拦住了我
‎是鲍勃
‎是迪伦
‎从来没有用语言表达出
‎我认识他 或者说他认识我
‎只是遇上了
‎我们没日没夜地玩起了音乐
‎我们去底线录音室 ‎和马迪·沃特斯一起做音乐
‎那天晚上 ‎我们去了维多利亚·斯皮维家
‎她是个布鲁斯歌手
‎我们一起玩音乐玩到早上六点
‎非常棒
‎她穿着高领毛衣
‎和尼龙鞋
‎她穿着高领毛衣
‎和尼龙鞋
‎她什么都说
‎什么都做
‎有52个人 如果每个人都问他行不行
‎他就需要很长的时间来回答问题
‎灯光有没有干扰到他？
‎吉他行不行？
‎他喜不喜欢这个照明？
‎监听器行不行
‎他是个大人物 他知道自己想要什么
‎不要哭 亲爱的
‎上帝看着我们呢
‎马儿很快就会带我们到达杜兰戈
‎1米77
‎-1米77？ ‎-对
‎他是做什么工作的？
‎他是个导演
‎戏剧导演
‎戏剧导演？
‎但不是…
‎所以我才说很难搞 ‎因为这不是婚姻 对不对？
‎除非你指的是…
‎我的意思是 也许和戏剧结婚了？
‎当你说婚姻的时候
‎我假定你指的是两个人之间的婚姻
‎-是 ‎-是不是？
‎不是 是心理上的婚姻
‎-心理上的婚姻？ ‎-是
‎那就有趣了
‎有些人谈到未来
‎我的爱人说话声轻柔
‎因为失败就是最好的成功
‎而失败根本不算成功
‎我在为《滚石杂志》写东西
‎-是 ‎-嗯
‎我看到鲍勃离开了
‎然后
‎你和他的那场对话 关于婚姻的对话
‎是
‎他对一个摄像师说
‎“很火辣 这是一个很火辣的场景”
‎-对 ‎-哦 我很荣幸 我很感动
‎我想知道
‎是如何发生的？是预先安排的吗？
‎-发生就… ‎-是事先安排好的吗？
‎完全是即兴发挥
‎我正要去厕所
‎是
‎途中梅尔·霍华德介绍我 ‎认识了鲍勃·迪伦
‎你说了什么？
‎你和鲍勃的谈话
‎-意义何在？ ‎-我说了什么？
‎就是一种随意的…
‎-从一件事谈到另一件事 ‎-随便聊聊？
‎并非特意要谈那个
‎但你们开始谈论起了婚姻
‎完全出乎意料的
‎-但你说了什么？ ‎-突然就提到了婚姻的话题
‎聚过来吧各位
‎多么年轻 多么优秀
‎不要去矿井之下
‎寻找财富
‎会形成…
‎你的想法是不是要把巡演的幕后花絮 ‎拍成电影？
‎我觉得这是他们期待的东西
‎他们以为我只是会拍一部音乐会电影
‎但我其实想要拍出更严肃的东西来
‎首先我想表现的是 ‎音乐人互相合作 共同创造音乐
‎他们只是在做本职工作
‎就像是
‎我去我爸爸的鞋店拍摄他一样
‎聚焦在这个上面
‎那是什么 帕蒂？
‎我看了这本兰波的书
‎看到了这张照片
‎《时尚》杂志上的照片
‎我觉得看起来挺像你的 ‎我觉得他是个秀气的小伙子
‎-是 ‎-我觉得你也挺秀气的
‎我之前会假装他是我男朋友
‎或者你是我男朋友 这不重要 对吧？
‎所以…
‎你说了什么？
‎我说了什么？
‎我表达了我的想法 他提到了
‎心理的婚姻
‎-然后他问我… ‎-心理婚姻？
‎超人拿起一块煤
‎放在手中
‎开始挤
‎用力挤
‎然后就变成了钻石
‎-非常坚硬 ‎-是
‎然后如果他扔到了地上
‎-扔到了棒球场上 ‎-是
‎-孩子们不停地踢来踢去 ‎-是
‎会变得越来越圆
‎经年累月 孩子们一直踢来踢去
‎会变得光滑 但没有…只是变了
‎还是同样的钻石 只是变光滑了
‎成了一个晶体球
‎就在正中间
‎这晶体球就在棒球场的正中间
‎-是 ‎-然后你可以朝里面看
‎我很讨厌一种人
‎就是那些促进者
‎也就是围绕在他身边的那些人
‎假装自己有门路
‎这样就能表现得很糟糕
‎这部影片想要展现的就是
‎参与巡演的多余的人员以及
‎社会的分解之间的对比
‎大家一起来
‎我想展现宠物岩石的收藏 ‎以及7-11便利店的超大杯思乐冰
‎美国及美国的精英
‎我会随着滚雷巡演团上路
‎就在这里
‎周四见
‎这是个真实的故事 ‎其实都是真实的故事
‎老天 真希望能按时赶到波士顿
‎我娶了伊希斯女神
‎在五月五日那天
‎但我无法
‎留住她很长时间
‎于是我剪断了头发
‎立刻骑马上路
‎前往未知的野外
‎在这里我不会犯错
‎我来到一个高高的地方
‎充满了黑暗和光亮
‎分界线
‎穿越了城镇的中心
‎我拉起我的小马
‎去了右侧的一个地方
‎走进一家洗衣店
‎洗了我的衣服
‎角落有个人
‎找我要火柴
‎我立刻就知道
‎他非同寻常
‎他说 你是不是
‎在寻找容易实现的东西？
‎我说 我没钱
‎他说 这没必要
‎我们当晚出发
‎前往寒冷的北方
‎我把毯子给了他
‎他给了我回话
‎我说 我们要去哪儿？
‎他说 我们四号之前能回来
‎我说 这是我听过的
‎最好的消息
‎我想着绿松石
‎想着黄金
‎我想着钻石
‎和全世界最大的项链
‎我们在极度的严寒中
‎骑行在大峡谷中
‎我在想伊希斯
‎她觉得我非常鲁莽
‎但她告诉我有一天
‎我们会再次相见
‎我们下一次结婚时
‎情况就会不一样
‎只要我能坚持住
‎做她的朋友
‎我仍然记不得
‎她说的最好的东西
‎我们来到了嵌在冰中的金字塔
‎他说 我想找
‎一具尸体
‎如果我能把它抬出来
‎就能卖出好价钱
‎那时我才知道
‎他心里在想些什么
‎狂风咆哮
‎暴雪纷飞
‎我们在夜晚狂奔
‎狂奔到黎明
‎他死的时候 我希望
‎他的死亡不会传染
‎但我已下定决心
‎我必须继续前行
‎我抬起他的尸体
‎拖进了金字塔里
‎把他丢进洞里
‎再盖上盖子
‎我快快地做了个祷告
‎只是为了感到心满意足
‎然后我回去找伊希斯
‎告诉她我爱她
‎她就在草地上
‎从前小溪潺潺的草地
‎被睡意笼罩
‎急需一张床
‎我从东方到来
‎眼睛里带着阳光
‎我诅咒了她一次
‎然后继续骑行
‎她说 你去了哪儿？
‎我说 没什么特别的地方
‎她说 你看起来不一样了
‎我说 大概吧
‎她说 你离开过
‎我说 这很正常
‎她说 你会留下吗？
‎我说 如果你想要我留下的话
‎伊希斯 哦 伊希斯
‎你是个神秘的孩子
‎把我带到你身边的
‎也是让我疯癫的东西
‎我仍然记得
‎你微笑的样子
‎在五月五日
‎在濛濛细雨之中
‎嗨 鲍勃
‎嗨 你们想做什么？采访吗？
‎当然
‎感觉如何 鲍勃？
‎什么感觉如何？
‎鲍勃对于巡演是如何评价的？
‎我从来没有问他任何事
‎因为他不肯回答直接提的问题
‎迪伦你真美
‎鲍勃
‎一个传奇人物来了 这不仅仅是
‎（一年后）
‎一场摇滚乐演出 的确是摇滚乐
‎但这是特别的活动
‎摇滚界一共有四五名传奇人物
‎这就是其中一个 ‎也许是现代最伟大的一个
‎（迪伦于1966年停止了巡演）
‎（1974年 他与乐队合唱团回归 ‎演出了几场 座无虚席）
‎不是自夸 但滚雷算是我提出来的
‎鲍勃几年前和乐队合唱团巡演过
‎非常成功 然后克罗斯比、斯提尔斯 ‎纳什和尼尔·杨
‎每晚的五万人演出都座无虚席
‎齐柏林也很火
‎到处都有赚钱机会
‎只需要弯腰就能捡到钱
‎我就有个想法 有鲍勃参与的巡演 ‎肯定会是个金矿
‎所以我就去推荐了这个想法
‎有一些地方的筹办人表示感兴趣
‎推荐完之后 就募集了15个头牌人物
‎我们冒了个大风险
‎得花钱请所有人 还要付酒店、餐饮
‎车辆 所有这些 还有大巴
‎而且要让这些人保持开心 专注
‎这个就是要上路前就积攒好的
‎然后希望能赚钱 希望演出能成功
‎你和鲍勃有交流吗？
‎我唯一见到鲍勃的时候
‎就是他在台上演出 或者在开大巴
‎鲍勃很沉默寡言
‎为什么取了“滚雷巡演”这个名字？
‎我问过鲍勃 他说本来打算叫做
‎蒙特祖玛巡演的
‎但是他在家
‎想要给巡演想名字的时候
‎突然听到天空传来一声惊雷
‎然后从左至右
‎划过天空
‎隆隆隆隆
‎于是他说：“不如就叫滚雷吧”
‎我们出发前
‎切斯利·米丽金说：
‎“鲍勃 知道滚雷 ‎对印第安人来说是什么意思吗？”
‎他说：“什么意思？” ‎切斯利说：“说实话”
‎鲍勃说：“很高兴听到 老兄”
‎当然我们后来才知道
‎滚雷是尼克松轰炸柬埔寨行动的代号
‎而后备乐队叫关岛乐队 ‎关岛则是轰炸行动出发的基地
‎所以谁知道真实的缘由呢？
‎这是下周会在市里举办的 ‎音乐会的宣传册
‎鲍勃·迪伦 琼·贝兹 ‎和杰克·埃利奥特
‎就在公民中心
‎你懂的 我年纪太大了 不听这种了
‎行吧
‎没事
‎你第一次听说鲍勃是什么时候？
‎这听起来像是童话故事了
‎但很多…
‎每次发生不会超过几天
‎但我人生有很多部分
‎我都感觉自己的人生是被保佑的
‎因为奇迹通常会接二连三的发生
‎关于杰克·埃利奥特 我可以说的是
‎他更像是个水手 而不是歌手
‎他会系各种各样复杂的水手结
‎而且蒙着眼睛都能做到
‎如果你在船上或者帆船上
‎你会宁愿杰克·埃利奥特作为水手 ‎而不是歌手出现在船上
‎伦敦是个水手的好地方
‎加利福尼亚回到法国
‎你宁愿做刚来美国的英国清教徒 ‎还是印第安人？
‎-清教徒 ‎-为什么？
‎为什么想做清教徒？
‎因为清教徒们登陆之后都成了蜡像
‎然后下半辈子都以蜡像的形式存在
‎印第安人也是
‎没错
‎我们都是蜡像
‎第一个音乐会将会在普利茅斯开
‎就是当时清教徒们乘坐五月花号 ‎第一个抵达的地方
‎而我们似乎是清教徒
‎在搜寻者的这个意义上说
‎是在寻找着某种国家
‎也许意图不同
‎我觉得美国是一个诗歌的王国
‎诗歌的国度
‎嘿 瞧瞧
‎你听说过鲍勃·迪伦吗？
‎-是 ‎-是 我听说过鲍勃·迪伦 琼·贝兹
‎鲍勃·内斯
‎我离开了罗马
‎来到了布鲁塞尔
‎坐着飞机
‎颠簸到我差点哭出来
‎穿着制服的牧师
‎年轻的女孩拉伤了肌肉
‎那绝对是个
‎不同寻常的旅程
‎报社记者
‎吃着糖果
‎得靠厉害的警察
‎才能阻止他们
‎某天一切都会不同
‎等我画完那幅杰作
‎铁路事故
‎在我记忆深处回荡
‎当我跑上山顶
‎追逐一群大雁
‎某天一切都会变美
‎等我画完那幅杰作
‎你知道他为什么要戴面具吗？
‎你在搞笑吗？
‎算是个诱导性问题吧
‎行吧
‎那就问重点
‎巡演的时候我们的面具不够
‎应该所有人都戴上面具的
‎戴上面具之后
‎这个人就会说真话
‎不戴面具的时候 基本不可能说真话
‎蓝色惊奇乐队
‎她的武器是她亮晶晶的眼睛
‎让每个男人疯狂
‎我当时在拍蓝色惊奇乐队
‎他们的歌曲《维纳斯》 ‎当时在榜单上名列前茅
‎我们需要更多素材
‎但当时我喜欢致幻类药物
‎LSD是我最喜欢的毒品
‎你知道 这是一种变革性的体验
‎我拍了很多新闻人 ‎还有电视上的东西
‎把摄像机直接对着电视拍 ‎就像电视节目录像一样
‎然后将这些严肃的东西 严肃的讲话 ‎与摇滚剪辑在一起
‎一个山顶的女神
‎像银色的火焰在灼烧
‎我是你的维纳斯
‎我是你的火焰…
‎就像是面板和游戏
‎就像把面包和马戏团
‎我控告了流行文化
‎称其为“像银色火焰一样燃烧”
‎在当地的艺术电影圈播放
‎开始有了自己的生命
‎之后我拿下了东德的 ‎海因里希格雷夫奖
‎然后美国就找上了我
‎（《美国总统》 ‎斯蒂芬·凡多普作品）
‎凡多普
‎我之前都没听说过他
‎但他看起来挺不错的
‎我喜欢他拍电影的经历
‎他在杜莎夫人蜡像馆拍摄过影片
‎他的想法是把这部影片
‎做成像是我们小时候去电影院看过的
‎新闻影片
‎我觉得这是个非常好的想法
‎凡多普 我有话要和你说
‎我觉得让山姆和凡多普合作 ‎是再合适不过的了
‎因为山姆对于地下世界 ‎有着特别的知识
‎而凡多普似乎完全不清楚
‎我觉得我有次问过他： ‎“山姆 你怎么写出那些剧作的？”
‎他说
‎他说：“老天”
‎“就像我能和死者交流一样”
‎我说：“是的
‎你必须能和死者交流 ‎才能写出这样的剧作来
‎然后我问他想不想给这个
‎凡多普要拍的电影写剧本
‎他去和凡多普见了面 回来说
‎不知道这家伙是哪里来的
‎但如果我想要他参与的话他愿意 ‎所以山姆就参与了进来
‎我当时住在加州的禾木斯提得山谷
‎经营了一个养马场
‎当时有一点不清楚 ‎他究竟想要我做什么
‎我当时是一个可以 ‎收钱受雇的编剧和作家
‎所以我就加入了
‎我就是去参与一下 作为旁观者
‎试图理解情况
‎新英格兰地区当时 ‎经历了经济衰退的主要冲击
‎那么多年前就是如此
‎荒凉
‎经济上非常困难的时期
‎人们遭受了痛苦
‎摇滚算是某种
‎不知道 算是一剂良药吧
‎你们有演唱会的票吗？
‎有
‎他为什么会来这里？
‎是啊 他为什么会挑这么个小地方？
‎我觉得是销售策略吧 ‎就挑了小小的普利茅斯运动场
‎当年不刚好也是两百周年纪念吗？
‎两百周年
‎尤其在小镇上 人们根本不在乎这些
‎什么鬼两百周年…你懂我意思吗？
‎他们肯定不会庆祝美国的诞生
‎我们爱你 鲍勃
‎一个人要走多少路
‎才能称其为人？
‎一只白鸽要飞过多少片海
‎才能在沙子里安眠？
‎炮弹要飞行多少次
‎才会永远被禁止？
‎答案啊 我的朋友
‎在风中飘荡
‎答案在风中飘荡
‎总是有这种近乎马戏团的氛围
‎像是狗狗秀表演
‎我第一次听到伍迪·格思里唱歌 ‎是在一个小广播台
‎他讲述了一个故事
‎坐着货运火车在全国旅行
‎随身带着小提琴
‎放在小提琴盒里
‎每次火车停下
‎警察会上来检查 ‎就会看到他拿着小提琴盒
‎叫他打开
‎检查里面
‎他们在找一个不法之徒
‎叫做漂亮男孩查理斯·弗洛伊德
‎也是随身带着小提琴盒游荡
‎孩子们 聚过来
‎我会讲述不法之徒 ‎漂亮男孩查理斯·弗洛伊德的故事
‎他是俄克拉荷马州的老朋友
‎我依稀记得在杰克·埃利奥特
‎独唱的时候隔着一段距离 ‎越过他的肩头看去
‎这对我来说很新鲜 ‎他看起来非常正宗
‎我完全不知道他是来自布鲁克林的 ‎犹太牙医的儿子
‎我发现的时候真是大吃一惊
‎杰克·埃利奥特 鞠躬谢幕吧杰克
‎有另一个朋友要介绍给大家认识
‎他们是一个实体 很有存在感
‎不是明星效应
‎人们并非看着他们指认说 ‎这是迪伦 那是琼·贝兹
‎他们看到的是一个乐队
‎我搭的是一辆邮政列车 宝贝
‎买不到刺激
‎我整晚没睡 宝贝
‎倚靠在窗台边
‎代表滚雷巡演再次祝大家晚安
‎非常感谢各位的到来 晚安 平安离场
‎尤其是那些含有某种
‎传说元素的歌曲
‎有一种复原的力量 ‎我觉得非常令人兴奋
‎是一种兴奋的感觉 因为活着而兴奋
‎听起来很假 但这是真的
‎想一下威廉·莎士比亚
‎他出生在埃文河畔斯特拉特福
‎在河流交汇处
‎离伦敦很遥远的郊外
‎那些浪客和游吟诗人们
‎还有狂欢节组织者们从各地 ‎涌入伦敦表演
‎他们会在这个河流交汇处停留
‎一个孩子看到了这些 ‎然后写了他那些他妈的戏剧
‎懂我意思吗？
‎这很非同寻常
‎有人会因为生命中 ‎一些匆匆而过的东西
‎而充满斗志
‎让我问你一个问题
‎当然
‎万圣节晚上打算做什么？
‎打算喝得酩酊大醉
‎没什么别的可干的
‎没错 只有开派对
‎你去哪儿了 我蓝眼睛的儿子？
‎你去哪儿了 我亲爱的小儿子？
‎我已踉跄着 ‎走过十二座云雾缭绕的山旁
‎我已走过 ‎我已爬过六条蜿蜒的高速公路
‎我走进了七个悲伤的森林深处
‎也走到了十二个死亡的海洋跟前
‎走了几万里路 走到了坟地前
‎倾盆
‎倾盆大雨即将来临
‎你看到了什么 我蓝眼睛的儿子？
‎你看到了什么 我亲爱的小孩？
‎我看到一个新生的婴儿 ‎被狼群环绕
‎我看到一条钻石铺成的高速公路 ‎上面空无一人
‎我看到一条黑色的树枝 不停地滴血
‎我看到一屋子的男人 ‎手上的锤子滴着血
‎我看到一个白色的梯子 ‎被淹入水中
‎我看到一万名说话的人 ‎舌头都已溃烂
‎我看到年轻的孩子手中 ‎握着枪和锋利的剑
‎倾盆
‎倾盆大雨即将来临
‎你听到了什么 我蓝眼睛的儿子？
‎你听到了什么 我亲爱的小孩？
‎我听到了雷声咆哮着警言
‎我听到咆哮的海浪可以淹没全世界
‎我听到一个人挨饿 ‎我听到很多人欢笑
‎我听到一个死在排水沟中的诗人的歌
‎我听到小丑在巷子里痛哭的声音
‎倾盆
‎倾盆大雨即将来临
‎你遇见了谁 我蓝眼睛的儿子？
‎你遇见了谁 我亲爱的小孩？
‎我遇见了一只死去的小马旁边的 ‎一个年轻的孩子
‎我遇见了一个在遛黑狗的白人
‎我遇见了一个身子在燃烧的女人
‎我遇见了一个小女孩 ‎她给了我一条彩虹
‎我遇见了一个在爱中受伤的人
‎我遇见了另一个在恨中受伤的人
‎倾盆
‎倾盆大雨即将来临
‎你现在要怎么做 我蓝眼睛的儿子？
‎你现在要怎么做 我亲爱的小孩？
‎等雨开始下的时候 我会再出去
‎我会走入最深的黑森林深处
‎那里有很多人 他们都两手空空
‎那里的毒丸污染了水源
‎那里山谷中的房子 ‎与潮湿而肮脏的监狱相连
‎那里刽子手的脸都隐藏地很好
‎在那里饥饿是丑陋的 灵魂被遗忘
‎那里的颜色是黑色 数字是虚无
‎我会告诉、想出、说出、呼吸出
‎从山脉反射 让所有灵魂都能看见
‎然后我会站在海上直到我开始下沉
‎但我开始唱之前我就会熟记我的歌
‎倾盆
‎倾盆大雨即将来临
‎-喂 ‎-鲍勃？
‎-是 ‎-我是拉里
‎-拉里 你好吗？ ‎-你有空吗？
‎我一个小时候后要交一个故事
‎我只需要两三段内容
‎-好的 ‎-你起床了吗？
‎差不多吧
‎你想谈什么 不如谈谈音乐吧
‎好吗？
‎你想知道什么？
‎我从来没见过你在舞台上 ‎表现他妈那么棒
‎从没见过你那么放松 为什么？
‎老天 你一大早给我打电话 ‎我脑子都不清楚
‎我就是最擅长这个元素
‎你见过意大利的那些团体吗？ ‎在意大利到处走的
‎那些意大利的街头剧团
‎-是 ‎-用马车拉着的意大利团体？
‎-意大利即兴喜剧？ ‎-是的
‎这就是那种形式的一个延伸 ‎不过是以音乐的形式
‎-音乐形式的意大利即兴喜剧 ‎-是
‎如果有人告诉你说 ‎鲍勃·迪伦要来普罗维登斯
‎你估计不会相信 但他确实要来 ‎一起来的还有琼·贝兹
‎杰克·埃利奥特和鲍勃·内斯
‎叫做滚雷巡演 就在周二 ‎在普罗维登斯公民中心
‎你会定表演场地
‎和当地各筹办人达成协议
‎然后到时候就出现
‎有协议可以入场
‎你知道的
‎幸运的话 一切顺利 ‎大家都能赚一点小钱
‎-抱歉老兄 ‎-这不是你的场子
‎-没人邀请你来 ‎-别吼我 好吗？
‎我就要吼你
‎去找你的警察来吧 ‎让他们来他妈帮你
‎总筹办人是鲍勃的一个老朋友 ‎以及鱼贩子
‎他从来没有管理过巡演 ‎更不要说这么大规模的了
‎对你的高血压不好
‎-行吧 ‎-对高血压不好
‎给他读几首诗 艾伦
‎所以他很不自在 而且准备不足
‎巡演上没什么人喜欢他
‎告诉他引座员都离开了
‎告诉他我们要陷害他
‎-嗨 巴里 ‎-不错
‎（巴里·伊姆霍夫）
‎这个叫巴里·伊姆霍夫的 ‎是他的二把手
‎他给比尔·格雷哈姆工作了很多年
‎但在滚雷开始之前
‎他自立门户 创立了斑马制作公司
‎这不算是他的参加的第一次巡演
‎筹办人要做什么工作？
‎需要做什么我都会做
‎头一天你可能给乐队送披萨
‎第二天
‎我拿着装了一万五千美元的袋子
‎在停车场穿过 不断地回头张望
‎想着所有人都知道我在做什么
‎需要做什么就做什么 ‎有些事情我们不谈起
‎我妈妈想去看这次巡演
‎没人想和自己的妈妈一起去音乐会
‎尤其是当他们19岁的时候
‎所以为了反叛 我穿了一件 ‎吻乐队的T恤
‎所以我不知道我们俩谁更尴尬
‎是我妈妈还是我
‎我们去了这次音乐会
‎想要进去
‎工作人员刁难我们 看着我们的票
‎说不让我们进去 ‎然后有个人走了过来
‎他没有门票 也想进去
‎门口的保安就不让他进去
‎不让他进去
‎最终有一堆人出来
‎把鲍勃给找来了 ‎然后鲍勃转身做了个动作
‎我当时就…我妈妈说：“快来”
‎我不想“快来”
‎但我妈妈把我们给推了进去 ‎所以我们就和鲍勃一起进去了
‎鲍勃转过头 看到了我的T恤
‎他说
‎“你喜欢他们吗？”
‎我意识到他想和我聊吻乐队
‎我当时想试着让自己听起来
‎很聪明
‎所以我就开始说
‎“你懂的 我觉得他们把脸 ‎化妆成歌舞伎的风格”
‎他说：“我敢打赌阿国从来不会 ‎把血溅到观众席里”
‎我说
‎“阿国？”
‎他说：“出云阿国”
‎就是歌舞伎的创始者之一
‎我想整夜摇滚
‎整日开派对
‎我想整夜摇滚
‎整日开派对
‎我想整夜摇滚
‎我听不见
‎整日开派对
‎我想整夜摇滚…
‎斯嘉丽·里维拉是个厉害角色
‎大部分人都会远离斯嘉丽 但我不是
‎她当时的男朋友是吻乐队的主唱
‎她带我去皇后区看他们演出
‎他们在一个小俱乐部演出
‎他们会在脸上涂油彩 我觉得挺有趣
‎我算是记住了这个东西
‎鼓掌
‎我想整夜摇滚
‎我记得很多 他们说我活得很精彩
‎我觉得我的确是
‎他们说我们每次接受采访
‎大家想问的都是： ‎“罗尼 我们想知道群交的细节”
‎我说：“群交？”
‎我说：“我们从来没有过群交 ‎这听起来真恶心”
‎我说：“我们可能有14或15个人 ‎一起恋爱 但没有过群交”
‎看谁来了
‎哟 老兄
‎罗尼·霍金斯
‎他看起来像是个土老帽 ‎但他说话有着圣人的智慧
‎他像是个…
‎角斗士之类的
‎摔角、角力
‎在某个普通的罗马竞技场里
‎你会觉得罗尼应该穿宽袍子
‎而不是戴他那顶脏兮兮的牛仔帽
‎-记得斯嘉丽·里维拉吗？ ‎-记得啊
‎斯嘉丽爱上了我乐队里打节奏的人
‎他们在我房间上演了一些有趣的节目
‎我可能还给几个节目做了旁白 ‎不确定了
‎但她与众不同 她还佩剑
‎那个姑娘去哪儿都会佩剑
‎所以我想和她上床都有点不安
‎因为如果你不能让她满足 ‎她有权刺死你
‎她很不寻常
‎我有次去她的房间 有一个盒子
‎里面装满了链条和镜子之类的
‎大烛台
‎还有剑
‎还有条蛇
‎就有很多东西 都放在箱子里
‎这比她说的话更能描述她的性格
‎她话不多
‎但她不需要说
‎那是什么？
‎这个？这是我朋友
‎我弹奏的时候他陪伴我
‎他会超出极限去解释舞步
‎大部分人可能会说这是不可能的
‎但我猜艺术家就是喜欢挑战不可能
‎我猜这也是我们化妆成这样的原因
‎你在舞台上的形象很惊人
‎铃鼓手先生鲍勃给了我们机会
‎做任何我们想做的人
‎这位美丽的年轻女子叫斯嘉丽
‎她也和我们一起表演
‎我去法国南部的海滨圣玛丽 ‎参加过神圣的吉普赛节日
‎当天刚好是我生日 ‎所以就像回家一样
‎曼尼达斯·德普拉塔也在场
‎他整晚都在篝火旁表演
‎他棒极了
‎我熬夜到黎明 就是为了听他表演
‎几天后 不到一周的时间
‎那首歌在我的梦中出现
‎你的呼吸香甜
‎你的眼睛像天空中的两颗珠宝
‎你的脊背挺直 你的头发顺滑
‎在你躺着的枕头上
‎但我没有感觉到喜爱
‎没有感激也没有爱
‎你的忠诚不属于我
‎而是属于天上的星辰
‎再喝一杯咖啡上路
‎我走之前再喝一杯咖啡
‎敬下方的山谷
‎你的爸爸是个不法之徒
‎职业就是流浪
‎他会教你如何挑拣
‎如何掷出刀剑
‎他监督着他的国度
‎不让陌生人闯入
‎他的声音颤抖 呼喊着
‎再来一盘食物
‎再喝一杯咖啡上路
‎在我走之前再喝一杯咖啡
‎敬下方的山谷
‎你的姐姐能看到未来
‎就像你妈妈和你一样
‎你从来没学过读写
‎你的架子上没有一本书
‎你的快乐没有上限
‎你的声音像只草地鹨
‎但你的心像海洋
‎神秘而黑暗
‎再喝一杯咖啡上路
‎在我走之前再喝一杯咖啡
‎敬下方的山谷
‎你平时会去看摇滚乐演出吗？
‎不会 我很少看
‎昨晚的经历之后 我终于意识到 ‎我错过了太多好东西
‎我觉得这是非常难得的事情
‎我从来没注意到
‎作为观众
‎我从来没关注过
‎观众和台上的表演者之间的互动
‎这个互动对我来说就像一个演出
‎就像用一个电池给另一个电池充电
‎不仅能感受到当时的气氛 ‎几乎可以看得到
‎那是一种…
‎表演者和观众之间的风流韵事
‎我在想将人们吸引到一起的力量
‎形成了现在的滚雷的那种吸引力
‎对我来说未来已经存在了
‎对于某些人 也许对所有人来说
‎只需要将自己面向未来就行
‎我看见这一代最优秀的人被疯狂摧毁
‎挨饿 歇斯底里 又全身赤裸
‎拖着自己在黎明时走过黑人街道
‎寻找愤怒的治愈良药
‎艾伦·金斯堡是一个圣人般的人物
‎就像某种父亲式的形象
‎他一直都非常清醒
‎不
‎艾伦·金斯堡最不像的就是父亲了
‎他绝对不是父亲的形象
‎艾伦·金斯堡
‎是已逝的人中我非常思念的一个
‎我们结下了深刻的友情
‎他…
‎我当时是个长相不差的19岁男孩
‎他则喜欢异性恋的
‎有才能的
‎青少年男孩
‎所以这也对我们的友情有帮助
‎人们对于金斯堡不了解的一点是 ‎他是个出色的舞者
‎他总是会跳出不寻常又刺激的舞步
‎而且他总是有很好的舞伴
‎通常是我们在巡演过程中结识的人
‎金斯堡经常跳舞
‎萨满将一条纤细的腿晃上天空
‎萨满希望你在那里旁观
‎萨满现在不关心进食
‎他在脸上画好了油彩 ‎准备好跳起摇摆舞
‎萨满人会在空中摇摆 做手势
‎萨满为你叫好 唱出你的悲哀
‎萨满只对你忠诚
‎萨满为你做这些 你都清楚
‎萨满看上了小提琴
‎有这种渴望 艾伦的渴望
‎要么想成为鲍勃
‎要么想让鲍勃更爱他
‎我记得鲍勃说
‎“上街去歌唱吧”
‎所以艾伦就是这么做的
‎看到金斯堡就像看到皮媞亚一样
‎他不关心物质财富或政治权力
‎他是自己的国王
‎但他想玩音乐
‎他已经取得了国际诗人的所有成就
‎“我看见这一代最优秀的人 ‎被疯狂摧毁”
‎很少有诗人能写出这样的诗句
‎罗伯特·弗罗斯特也许可以
‎“承诺保管 ‎入睡前还有很长的路要走”
‎惠特曼说过：“我很大 我包含大众”
‎至今我们仍记得这些诗句
‎现在的诗人无法像他们那样 ‎接触到公众的意识
‎所以艾伦能做出这一突破非常厉害
‎现在人们记得的都是歌曲和歌词
‎“你出轨的心会让你哭泣”
‎“不要为我改变发型 ‎如果你在乎我的话”
‎“我有心恋爱” ‎“一天能有多大的区别”
‎“并没有调皮”
‎艾伦希望他的诗句能像这样被记住
‎但他是个诗人
‎他不是词曲作家
‎1970到1975年
‎所有歌曲和诗歌的英雄们
‎都精疲力竭了
‎在自己的艺术创造的孤独中
‎将会死去或者喝酒喝到酒精中毒死去
‎当时很多伟大的艺术家都是这样
‎他们去了阴间 ‎就像杰克·凯鲁亚克那样
‎离这片海168公里远的地方 ‎他被埋在了罗威尔
‎但这就是我所有诗歌的灵感来源 ‎他的作品《墨西哥城布鲁斯》
‎你读过这个吗？
‎当然
‎-这是我最喜欢的书 ‎-我读过
‎我的好朋友大卫·维特克给过我一本
‎-什么时候？ ‎-1959年在明尼阿波利斯的时候
‎我记得大卫给我这本书的时候 ‎将我的心灵击穿了
‎真的吗？
‎“坟墓中埋葬着什么？”
‎”尘土”
‎“完美的尘土”
‎“完美的时间的尘土”
‎他写了很多关于死亡的东西
‎“有次我去看午夜场电影 1940年 ‎看的是《人鼠之间》
‎红色的箱车在屏幕上滚过
‎是的先生 生命终于疲于生活
‎两次我都睁大了双眼细看 直到
‎幽灵淡出视野 ‎进入记忆中的大提琴时光”
‎是啊
‎还有一首
‎“死了而不知死亡
‎活着 知道
‎活人有死亡的想法
‎一个人就是一个活着的想法
‎死后就是个死了的想法
‎等石头变成空气 我就会在那里”
‎-他就在这里 ‎-是的 他就在这里
‎-石头已经变成了空气 ‎-是的
‎我们坐下放松一下吧
‎凯鲁亚克 他尊重了生命
‎我得重新读一遍 ‎凯鲁亚克写的所有东西
‎我没有这么做 但我对于他作品 ‎有了完全不同的想法
‎《在路上》这本书中
‎他经常谈的都是生命之路
‎“现在想到你会觉得奇怪
‎束身衣和眼睛都已不再
‎而我走在格里尼治村 ‎铺满阳光的小路上
‎在曼哈顿下城
‎清冽的冬日正午
‎我整晚没睡 一直在说着
‎说着
‎大声朗诵着卡迪什赞美诗
‎听着雷·查尔斯的歌
‎留声机传来震耳欲聋的布鲁斯
‎那个节奏 那个节奏
‎还有我脑中你的记忆 ‎就像黑暗中的诗篇
‎再次逃向遗忘
‎没有更多要说的
‎没有要为之哭泣的 只有梦中的东西
‎围困在消失之中
‎叹气
‎与之尖叫
‎买卖灵魂的碎片
‎打着麻将又哭又笑
‎崇拜彼此
‎崇拜其中包含的上帝
‎渴望或无可避免
‎最终出现了愿景
‎死亡 你的灵魂请停步
‎哦妈妈 我还遗漏了什么？
‎哦妈妈 我还遗忘了什么？
‎哦妈妈 永别
‎穿着长长的黑鞋
‎与共产党永别
‎穿着破碎的长袜
‎永别了 你胸口有六根长长的黑发
‎永别了 穿着你的旧裙子
‎还有阴道周围长长的黑色毛发
‎你的眼睛 你俄罗斯的眼睛
‎你身无分文的眼睛
‎你的艾伦诺姨妈的眼睛
‎你震惊的眼睛
‎你做过额叶切除术的眼睛
‎你离婚的眼睛 你中风的眼睛
‎你孤独的眼睛
‎你的眼睛
‎你满是鲜花的死亡”
‎她穿过城市的街道
‎哦 听到钟表的滴答
‎我在水滨码头看到了她
‎水手们都从那里来
‎也许他会在那里与她再次相遇
‎他要等待多长时间？
‎再来一次简单的命运转折
‎和我聊聊巡演的精神吧
‎如果你唱一首新歌
‎-对吗？ ‎-是
‎而很多观众希望听老歌
‎拉索 这是第一条法则
‎预期的基本法则
‎如果你有很高的预期就会失望
‎所以不能有任何预期
‎但人们有预期 人们有预想
‎那是他们的问题了 拉索 ‎那是他们的问题了
‎我们不能对所有人负责的 懂吗？
‎所有那些期待很高的人
‎谁他妈在乎？
‎是
‎他们在公园坐在一起
‎夜晚的天空逐渐变暗
‎她看着他 他感到了火花
‎骨头感到刺痛
‎就在那时 他感到了孤独
‎希望他自己改过自新
‎小心等待简单的命运转折
‎他们一起沿着古运河走
‎有一点疑惑 我记得很清楚
‎在一个奇怪的酒店停步
‎酒店的霓虹灯闪耀
‎他感受到了夜晚的热度
‎像一辆货车向他袭来
‎移动着 带着简单的命运转折
‎某处响起轻柔的萨克斯音乐
‎她沿着拱廊走着
‎听到了旋律的起落
‎太阳正在升起
‎她拿出一枚硬币
‎放进门口盲人的茶杯里
‎忘却了简单的命运转折
‎他醒来时她已不在
‎他什么都没看到 只有黎明
‎他起床 重新穿上衣服
‎拉开遮光帘
‎找到了她留下的字条
‎他完全无法认同
‎都是简单的命运转折
‎他听到了钟表的滴答
‎独自穿过城市的街道
‎在水滨码头追寻到了她
‎水手们蜂拥而来
‎也许他会再次认出她
‎他必须要等待多长时间？
‎再一次 简单的命运转折
‎人们告诉我
‎知道太多东西太长时间是一种罪恶
‎她应该在我盛年时认识我
‎这样她就不会离开
‎相反 我将要出海
‎让我自己冥想
‎冥想那简单的命运转折
‎我将辞去总统职务 明天中午生效
‎副总统福特届时将在这间办公室
‎宣誓成为总统
‎我梦到我见到了圣奥古斯丁
‎如同你我一般还活着
‎托马斯·杰佛逊说
‎“人民是保存我们自由的 ‎唯一值得依赖的保障”
‎…手臂下夹着毯子
‎以及纯金的外套…
‎亚伯拉罕·林肯重申了美国的信念
‎他问：“全世界还有更好的方式 ‎或更平等的希望吗？”
‎躲开
‎大家都躲开
‎趴下
‎躲开
‎出来吧 天赋异禀的国王和女王们
‎有太多人在打击美国各个制度
‎包括国会、总统、美国国旗
‎一切
‎我觉得我们该站起来说
‎“我们相信这些制度 我们相信美国”
‎我觉得美国应该多唱唱歌
‎知道你不是一个人
‎我们现在聊的是鲍勃·迪伦这个人
‎我们聊的是这个
‎他唱歌时宣扬的信息
‎但你不能把一切都放在显微镜之下
‎没有用显微镜
‎-你用的是信息本身 ‎-你不能这样用手术刀
‎我觉得挺压抑的
‎人们居然会排两天的队去见一个人
‎这就证明
‎他们有这种需要 ‎需要某些东西或某些人
‎带来救赎之类的
‎但我也去了
‎不知道
‎演出前一天大概下午5点的时候
‎-是 ‎-你也在那儿
‎你已经去了好几天了 ‎你立刻就喜欢上我了 是不是？
‎你说你想要这个纽扣
‎他以为我是迪伦之类的
‎是的
‎很多人以为你就是迪伦 拉里
‎挺明显的
‎把眼镜摘下来
‎-我不是他 ‎-不管怎么样
‎那个叫拉索的小混蛋
‎他最差劲了
‎他打扮成迪伦的样子 ‎模仿他说话的语气
‎总是给自己脸上贴金
‎他以为自己是亨特·汤普森
‎只是因为他给《滚石杂志》写文章
‎他不希望周围有任何有视野的人
‎他最后给你们造成麻烦了吗？
‎拜托了
‎蟑螂真的会在房子里搞出麻烦吗？
‎不会的 只是令人讨厌
‎凡多普是个不同寻常的人
‎他是那种 需要敌人的人
‎没有敌人的时候他也试图创造敌人
‎这方面他很成功
‎他惹怒了很多
‎很多人 尤其是提供餐饮的人
‎他会吃两三顿饭的量
‎把别人的饭也吃掉
‎他吃得太多
‎我觉得他…
‎我觉得他也会多管闲事
‎他也是一个很多疑的人
‎向其他人抱怨说他的房间被监听了
‎罗杰·麦奎因当时也参加了巡演
‎麦奎因当时痴迷复杂的电子设备
‎我不是说那些设备没有被窃听 但是…
‎我也不是说的确被窃听了
‎因为这件事我不确定
‎每张票都是五块八
‎看你演出的观众是怎么样的？
‎他们都是
‎异常开心
‎所以回答这个问题
‎“观众都是怎么样的”你也无法判断
‎他们都是抢破了头才抢到票的
‎多么可爱的一对
‎-别创造迷思了 ‎-一对什么？
‎他们说一切都可以替代
‎但一切距离都很遥远
‎所以我记着每一个
‎让我来到这里的人的每一张脸
‎琼·贝兹和我什么都能唱
‎我们睡着了都可以合唱
‎事实上
‎我经常在睡梦中听到她的声音
‎在那边孤独的人群中
‎有一个发誓不是自己的错
‎我整天都能听到他大声呼喊
‎高声哭喊说他被陷害了
‎我看到了光明…
‎琼非常勇敢
‎很自律
‎我第一次认识她的时候 ‎她像是随着流星雨降临到地球上的
‎她从未改变过
‎她一直像是 ‎随着流星雨降临到地球上来的
‎对于巡演你没有保留意见？
‎这个嘛
‎当然
‎听起来可能会很有趣 ‎但我也和迪伦打过交道
‎知道巡演时会有趣还是无趣
‎所以说…
‎但我觉得 知道会有很多人来看
‎我也会有家人陪伴
‎听起来很刺激
‎我有我自己的自由
‎可以自由地唱歌跳舞 ‎这种自由在我自己演出时是没有的
‎也许她的任务不够 ‎她开始有点坐立不安
‎开始跳布加洛舞
‎开始和一些也许不该接触的人打交道
‎然后
‎我不知道发生了什么
‎老天 坐在鲍勃·迪伦边上
‎能借个火吗？如果你有火的话
‎有次我打扮成迪伦的样子 ‎我时不时会这么做
‎我会贴上一些胡子标记 ‎弄出胡子的样子
‎然后戴上他的帽子
‎在脸上涂白色的油彩
‎你一直打扮得那么好
‎正直盛年 给流浪汉扔了一毛钱
‎我走来走去 没有人注意到
‎我就成了鲍勃
‎有张桌子上摆了食物、咖啡、 ‎餐饮那些东西
‎路易在那里 我说： ‎“帅哥 给我来点咖啡”
‎人们突然就开始给我倒咖啡
‎“你要这个吗？”
‎“你要牛奶吗？你要糖吗？”
‎我就这样拿着
‎他们就像对待鲍勃一样对待我
‎“要这个吗？要那个吗？要帮忙吗？”
‎棒极了
‎棒极了 直到我说了一句
‎“拜托了 路易”
‎然后他才意识到
‎我当时还戴了假发 ‎真头发露出来了一点
‎糟透了
‎有点像亨利八世的宫廷
‎谁是安妮·博林？谁会被砍头？
‎（史蒂文·索尔斯）
‎有这样的一种动态
‎人们会计谋接近他
‎还有人想利用你来实施计谋
‎戴维·曼斯菲尔德想和我唱一首歌
‎老天
‎那个鼓手也想
‎我不懂这意义何在
‎化妆对你有什么作用？
‎不知道
‎略微遮掩一些丑陋吧
‎当然所有人
‎都想要得到自己的机会
‎想要接近巨星的机会
‎但我们都知道 你必须要
‎为演出着想 做牺牲
‎能参加演出是莫大的荣幸
‎所以这方面没有问题
‎巡演的时候和你最亲近的是谁？
‎我知道听起来挺奇怪的 ‎但我觉得和鲍勃和亲近
‎我一遇到他就觉得和他很亲近
‎我敢肯定很多人都这么感觉
‎但我问米克·朗森
‎“你是不是也喜欢鲍勃？” ‎他说：“我不知道
‎他从没和我说过话”
‎有次我们在麻省
‎有些人要来
‎我不知道他们是谁 ‎但不是我们小团体的人
‎地下室只有我和鲍勃两个人 ‎鲍勃说：“罗尼 帮帮我”
‎我说：“帮什么？”
‎我后来觉得非常糟糕 ‎因为我不是有意
‎对鲍勃那么残忍或轻率的
‎但我一直觉得
‎我得把他当做普通人对待
‎如果我想和他成为朋友的话
‎但后来我更了解了一些 ‎他可能需要求助的是什么
‎他需要求助的是什么？
‎我觉得是大批的陌生人
‎你好 合照
‎你好
‎我当时在公园做另一个模特工作
‎当然整个公园都满是
‎做自己事情的人
‎我突然听到有人说：“嘿 吻！”
‎我当然感到很羞辱
‎然后我意识到
‎是他
‎当然我就更羞辱了
‎我觉得我认识她的时候 ‎和她母亲在一起
‎她是个好女孩
‎她当时真的很年轻
‎但她看起来比实际年龄成熟
‎所有人都想当电影明星
‎不是吗？
‎但当你住在一个偏僻的小地方的时候
‎和别人说自己想做电影明星
‎他们会觉得你…
‎疯了
‎她曾经和我说 ‎有一天她会成为一个著名的演员
‎好吧
‎几天后他说
‎“你知道吗？
‎不如你和我们一起去巡演吧？”
‎我心想：“做什么呢？”
‎“你可以帮我们管演出服
‎在后台帮忙之类的”
‎就像一个女人
‎什么？
‎就像一个女人？
‎-那首歌我们会吗？ ‎-不知道 我们可以假装会
‎是前几场演出中的一场
‎我在后台
‎琼·贝兹叫我帮她熨衬衫
‎一秒之后 我听见
‎“嘿 沙朗”
‎有一台非常破旧的钢琴
‎被推到了一边
‎鲍勃在钢琴旁弓着腰
‎给了我那样的一个眼神
‎他说：“我写了一首关于你的歌”
‎没有人感觉到任何痛苦
‎今晚如我站在雨中的时候
‎然后他唱到了那句歌词
‎她做爱就像一个女人
‎但她崩溃时就像个小女孩
‎我就开始嚎啕大哭
‎应该是T骨牛排告诉我
‎那首歌写了有十年了
‎就像一个女人
‎什么就像一个女人？
‎什么都比不了女人
‎唱一首抗议的歌
‎行 给你唱一首
‎哦妹妹 当我来躺在你的怀里时
‎你不应该像对待陌生人那样对待我
‎我们的父亲不会喜欢你的行事方式
‎而你也必须意识到危险
‎哦妹妹 我不是你的哥哥吗？
‎不是值得喜爱的人吗？
‎我们此生的目的不是一样的吗？
‎爱及追随他的方向？
‎我们一起长大
‎从生到死
‎我们死去又重生
‎然后神秘地被拯救
‎哦妹妹 当我前去敲你家的门
‎不要拒绝我 你会创造出悲伤
‎时间是海洋 但结束在海岸上
‎明天你可能就不会见到我
‎鲍勃·迪伦选总统
‎什么的总统？
‎他当时唱歌 ‎是不是有一种特别的模式？
‎和你之前见的是不是不一样？
‎有一种滚雷的能量
‎是他的发明 这么多人来看
‎所以是的
‎巡演是非常开放式的
‎所以不管到哪个城市
‎如果有当地的朋友或音乐人
‎就会划出时间段让他们表演
‎比如去康涅狄格州的时候 ‎琼尼·米歇尔
‎上台唱了几首歌
‎特别享受 就跟着参加了之后的巡演
‎就成了整个体验的一部分
‎你们俩怎么会跟着上路的？
‎-不知道… ‎-跟着艾伦来的
‎她是跟着艾伦·金斯堡来的
‎（安妮·沃尔德曼）
‎我刚结束了一个项目
‎感觉处在空窗期 ‎想要出来看一场演唱会
‎然后就被吸引住了 就搁置了一切
‎其他所有东西与这个相比 ‎都不重要了 这个体验
‎这样一种共同生存的体验
‎你知道的
‎你觉得呢？
‎我觉得你现在得上台了
‎好的 我来了
‎有时候我觉得这是一种讽喻式的东西
‎团体朝圣 一起踏上一段旅程
‎一种探索 当然目的就是最后
‎会回家 但必须要走完整个旅程
‎然后展开了看 在美国
‎鲍勃关心的所有东西
‎民谣文化
‎整个都加了进来
‎这又是另一个元素
‎这种美国人对于救赎的渴望
‎哥伦布并没有发现美国 ‎当时这里已经有人了
‎虽然他们偷走了几乎所有 ‎能偷走的东西
‎我们的土地、子孙
‎女人、所有的一切都偷走了
‎让我们成了穷人
‎很多人在自己的国土上无家可归
‎但其中最好的东西
‎他们完全没有尊重的
‎就是我们的生活方式
‎雷声滚滚的时候是动听的音乐
‎这也是我名字的来源
‎他们说我以前会像一只小鹰一样尖叫
‎还穿着尿布的时候就是如此
‎在暴风雨中跑出去
‎是的 我很喜欢
‎闪电中蕴含了很多能量 ‎我可以告诉你
‎这次巡演就是以滚雷酋长命名的
‎所以我们去托斯卡罗拉 ‎印第安人保护区表演
‎是合理的
‎我们会让客人们拿食物吃
‎他们说是食堂的模式
‎鲍勃在餐桌上就坐在我对面 他说
‎“你记得彼得唱的 ‎关于伊拉·海斯的歌吗？”
‎即使到了今天还有东西可以写
‎作为一个牛仔 我是牛仔 ‎作为一个印第安人 我有印第安血统
‎以及一个人类
‎这首歌是关于一个人类的
‎他也是印第安人
‎如果你不记得他的名字
‎我觉得听完这首歌你也许会记住
‎这首歌叫做《伊拉·海斯》
‎我站在哪里？这里？
‎随便站在哪里都行
‎聚过来吧各位 我要讲一个故事
‎关于伊拉·海斯的故事 ‎他是一个你们应该牢记的印第安人
‎来自皮马县的部族 ‎是一个骄傲而和平的团体
‎他们在亚利桑那州耕种着凤凰山谷
‎在他们的山谷里 ‎河水汩汩流淌了上千年
‎直到白人夺走了他们的用水权
‎河水被迫沉默了
‎伊拉的老乡们挨饿了 ‎他们的农田长满了野草
‎但战争来临 伊拉志愿出征 ‎忘记了白人的贪婪
‎250个人开始向硫磺岛山上冲
‎但活着走下山头的只剩27个人
‎当战争结束 重新举起旧日的荣耀
‎其中一个高举旗帜的人 ‎就是印第安人伊拉·海斯
‎叫他醉汉伊拉·海斯
‎他不会再搭理
‎不再是爱喝威士忌的印第安人
‎也不再是出征的海军陆战队员
‎叫他醉汉伊拉·海斯
‎他不会再搭理
‎不再是爱喝威士忌的印第安人
‎也不再是出征的海军陆战队员
‎这是一个美国外交勋章
‎上面有…
‎一个印第安人 ‎以及美国第一支外交团队
‎这是1776年7月4日 ‎在费城颁发的
‎据说有可能
‎这就是著名的珠子
‎这些大的珠子就是彼得·米纽特
‎用来和我们换曼哈顿岛的珠子
‎非常感谢 怎么样大家？
‎在半路上出了一些问题
‎我们希望这个国家 ‎不需要花太多时间就能纠正错误
‎因为有很多事情需要改变
‎不仅是这个国家 还有整个世界
‎鲍勃
‎你们怎么还在这里？
‎我能问一个问题吗？
‎威廉·詹兴格杀了可怜的 ‎海蒂·卡罗尔
‎用他戴着钻石戒指的手指 ‎旋转起手杖杀掉了她
‎在巴尔的摩的一个酒店 ‎全社会都聚集了过来
‎警察被召唤到现场 没收了凶器
‎他们开车将他押去市里的警察局
‎拘留了威廉·詹兴格 ‎控告他一级谋杀罪
‎而你将所有耻辱哲学化 ‎批评一切的恐惧
‎将脸上的布条拿下
‎现在不是哭泣的时候
‎只要看到鲍勃演唱 我就会原谅一切
‎实在是太…
‎他的魅力我从没在别人身上见到过
‎前无古人后无来者
‎还有那些歌本身的美妙
‎我不会
‎杰克·凯鲁亚克会飞快地写作
‎我曾经看着你飞快地写作
‎我会在你飞快地写作时 ‎喂你吃沙拉和红酒
‎是 我记得
‎棒极了
‎威廉·詹兴格
‎俯瞰着太平洋
‎在大苏尔俯瞰遥远的太平洋 对吧？
‎威廉·詹兴格
‎-哪里写的？ ‎-海蒂·卡罗尔
‎我觉得是你写得最好的一首歌
‎我觉得是你唱得最好的一首歌
‎谢谢
‎那你为什么开始唱了？
‎因为你不肯唱了
‎哦 鲍勃
‎我当然愿意唱
‎只是因为我唱错了歌词
‎-我确实很… ‎-你喜欢我的裙子吗？
‎不开心你自说自话就结婚了
‎你也自说自话就结婚了 还没告诉我
‎是的 但是…
‎-你应该告诉我的 ‎-但我娶了我爱的女人
‎我知道这是真的
‎这是真的
‎我嫁了一个我以为我爱的男人
‎这就是思考的错 思考会让你倒大霉
‎你说得对 我同意
‎所以是要用心 不是要用脑子
‎海蒂·卡罗尔是一个厨房的女仆
‎她51岁 生了10个孩子
‎她洗碗 倒垃圾
‎在餐桌上没坐过一次主坐
‎她只会从餐桌上清理掉剩饭剩菜
‎再一次次地倒灰缸
‎被击打致死 惨死在手杖下
‎手杖在空中挥舞 穿过房间砸下
‎注定毁灭 注定摧毁所有温柔
‎他从来没招惹过威廉·詹兴格
‎而你将所有的羞耻哲学化 ‎批评一切恐惧
‎将脸上的布条拿下
‎现在不是哭泣的时候
‎在崇高的法庭上 法官敲响木槌
‎以表达众生平等 法庭公正
‎法律并不能轻易控制
‎即使贵族也要得到相应的处置
‎只要警察追查并抓住他们
‎法律的阶梯没有上下之分
‎盯着那个无端杀人的人
‎毫无预警地出现了那样的情绪
‎他穿着斗篷 话音低沉而高贵
‎认真地对他进行惩罚和悔过
‎威廉·詹兴格被判六个月监禁
‎而你将所有耻辱哲学化 ‎批评一切的恐惧
‎将布条深深埋入你的脸中
‎因为现在到了哭泣的时候
‎但整个晚上
‎睡意都不来
‎你出轨的心会影响你
‎你独自走着
‎叫着我的名字
‎时间不够了 我们必须要发表了
‎我会写好的
‎你那边时间不够了 ‎我不过每天都在熬夜而已
‎已经给了你他妈好几个星期了 拉里
‎-做什么？ ‎-讲故事写文章
‎-而不只是… ‎-我给过你故事了 我给…
‎但你的故事里面全他妈是漏洞
‎但你是个官僚
‎-胡扯 ‎-你就是
‎-你这都是哪儿学的？ ‎-你问…
‎你是个官僚
‎你他妈问我的都是…
‎《华尔街日报》才会问的问题
‎-胡扯 ‎-你问我的都是这些问题
‎美国他妈每一个人都想知道…
‎你问我的是音乐圈相关的问题
‎这也是一部分 不是吗？
‎但那不是孩子们想读的东西
‎-你怎么知道？ ‎-我了解孩子 我问过他们
‎…呼喊我的名字
‎《滚石杂志》的兴趣在于
‎经济状况 这些人都拿了多少钱
‎为什么随着巡演继续下去 ‎他们也去更大的演出场所表演
‎这是他们问的问题
‎我对这些东西屁都不在乎
‎我关心的
‎是要记录下这个文化盛事
‎能请你喝杯啤酒吗？
‎当然
‎-给你 ‎-谢谢
‎现在的年代没有很多美第奇家族
‎而且
‎不管你是去和许多人巡演
‎或者是拍电影
‎或者任何需要资源的创意性的行为
‎都需要钱
‎你需要去找那些相信能赚回本钱
‎也许还能多赚一点的人
‎所以没错 艺术和商业之间总是有
‎这种天然的张力的
‎好吧 不如砍掉杰克的一首吧
‎-不行 ‎-他说砍掉骡夫的
‎-砍掉骡夫 ‎-砍掉骡夫？好
‎我和鲍勃谈吧
‎-艾伦要表演吗？ ‎-五分钟
‎告诉你吧 这里的观众完全不同
‎艾伦
‎他们都不认识琼·贝兹或者其他人
‎-是 ‎-如果你上去聊诗歌
‎聊很长时间 ‎他们肯定就走了 明白吗？
‎两分钟 两分钟搞定 艾伦
‎两分钟已经足够了
‎-好吧 ‎-要不要再砍掉几个？
‎-好的 两分钟 ‎-我们还要砍掉一些
‎演出原本是三个小时
‎金斯堡本来要上台的
‎但演出的时间不够了
‎所以他的部分被砍了
‎他和彼得·奥尔洛夫斯基 ‎就成了行李搬运工
‎我们会把行李放在门外 ‎他每天都会帮我们搬运
‎你他妈是个行李搬运工？
‎-是的 老天 我有时候还给人按摩 ‎-你是个诗人！
‎我给自己找点事情做
‎帮克里斯做新闻通讯 写新闻通讯
‎-你就打杂？ ‎-打杂 是的
‎我他妈不敢相信
‎这是什么鬼巡演？
‎-很棒的巡演 ‎-你是伟大的诗人
‎学习 练习弹班卓琴
‎我每天早上会静坐
‎明天早上我要和艾伦一起静坐
‎-一小时 ‎-做什么？
‎睡醒之后 静坐冥想
‎在加拿大多伦多 ‎戈登·莱特福特家搞的派对
‎琼尼·米歇尔会在派对上唱新歌
‎不会唱热门的歌
‎观众对于这些新歌的反响
‎比较沉默
‎因为艺术家尝试新歌的时候 ‎大部分都是这样
‎我记得她过来说
‎“麦奎因 我不知道为什么 ‎我害怕上场 我不能够…”
‎我说：“因为你一直在唱新歌
‎你应该唱几首他们听过的 ‎这样他们就会放松一点”
‎她说：“不行 我不能这么做 ‎我觉得这样不好”
‎我很佩服她有勇气只唱新歌
‎她的这些个都是在巡演途中 ‎为了这次巡演写的
‎好的 D小调
‎有点不和谐音
‎我一直高调宣称 ‎我最喜欢的三位男性词曲作者
‎是鲍勃·迪伦 莱纳德·科恩 ‎和金基·弗赖德曼
‎所以琼尼有天在后台质问我说
‎“什么叫男性？
‎为什么要特别区分男性词曲作者？
‎我的歌呢？
‎你不把我的作品
‎和鲍勃及莱纳德·科恩 ‎放在同一级别吗？”
‎我们就开始了大规模的讨论
‎男女的不同视角 ‎荣格的分析心理学中的阿尼玛斯
‎男女的互动关系等等
‎成了一个持久的对质 ‎我们也因此成了朋友
‎不要后悔 大灰狼
‎我们只是来自不同的背景
‎我整晚都在录音室里
‎而你则一大早就在你的牧场醒来
‎梳理种母马的鬃毛
‎太阳慢慢升起
‎而我则拿着录音带刚刚到家
‎无法理解
‎骨骼 肌肤
‎眼眉和唇齿多么接近
‎却依然觉得如此孤单
‎仍然觉得相关
‎像是驿站中的一个
‎你不是个肇事逃逸司机 不是的
‎快速开走
‎你只是接了一个搭便车的乘客
‎在高速公路上 是白色线条的囚徒
‎我们看到一个农舍烧毁
‎在偏远的角落
‎在深夜时分
‎我们直接无视了那场悲剧
‎一直开到路边有灯的地方
‎一些当地的乐队在表演
‎当地人在舞池里矫揉造作地摇摆
‎下一件我知道的事情就是
‎大灰狼来到了我家门口
‎他把我堵在了一个角落里 ‎听不进去我的拒绝
‎把我拖进舞池
‎靠得很近 跳着慢舞
‎他家里有个女人
‎晚上也有个女人 ‎现在他又想找一个白天的女人
‎你为什么要喝得这么醉
‎引我上这条路
‎你只是接了一个搭便车的乘客
‎在高速公路上 是白色线条的囚徒
‎我给霍珀打电话吧
‎妈的 让我换个台
‎你为什么会有那个？
‎你想听什么台？31频道？
‎-给我… ‎-好的
‎好的
‎我带着问题找到了露丝女士
‎你知道的 那个镶了金牙的吉普赛人
‎她在34街和凡恩大道上有家店
‎卖小瓶装的九号爱情魔药
‎诗歌
‎是关于天然的东西的 ‎我们现在所在的地方
‎永远都有足够的符号
‎不需要自己创造浪漫的迷思
‎海边的钻石舞者
‎钢笔的摩擦声 酒吧后面的吵闹声
‎都是音乐的一部分
‎她弯腰 回头 朝我眨了个眼
‎她说 我就直接在水槽里混合
‎闻起来像松节油…
‎我从来没有像今天这样对美国
‎有这么大的信心
‎现在的美国 用鲍勃·迪伦的话形容
‎正在忙着出生
‎而不是忙着消亡
‎我很欣赏吉米·卡特
‎我觉得他是个高尚、有趣的人
‎他也喜欢我
‎所以我和他保持了很长时间的友谊
‎因为他 那天晚上我去了滚雷音乐会
‎吉米·卡特
‎这又是另一个故事了
‎我当时是国会最年轻的议员之一
‎所以我…
‎我确实是夹在两代人中间
‎被两个方向同时拉扯
‎如果想有所成就 ‎就必须和国会的人搞好关系
‎现在的国会什么都不做了 ‎因为没有人想真的做事
‎但当年 确实是会努力
‎和这些人搞好关系的
‎大部分人比我年纪要大得多
‎迪伦被很多国会议员当成敌人看待
‎我成长的年代是 如果想做大人
‎就要和爸爸一起喝马天尼酒 而现在
‎信条则是永远不要相信超过30岁的人
‎我则被夹在了中间
‎在国会要应付这些老人
‎所以是个很有趣的困境
‎我个人在刑事司法系统方面的兴趣
‎是非常由衷的
‎我个人对于这个社会
‎是非曲直的理解
‎是很私人的 来自我的一个密友
‎伟大的诗人 鲍勃·迪伦
‎在听过他的《海蒂·卡罗尔歌谣》
‎《像一块滚石》这些唱片后
‎我学会了理解现代社会变化的动态
‎我的父亲是个地主
‎但我觉得我一直没有理解地主
‎和为地主工作的农民之间真正的关系
‎直到我听到了迪伦的唱片
‎《我不会再在玛姬的农场上工作了》
‎我去应该是亚特兰大开了个会
‎吉米也去了 我们聊了几件事
‎我不记得还有什么没说完的
‎但我告诉他说 ‎当天晚上我会给他回电话
‎结束我们的交谈 我必须赶去机场了
‎我上了飞机要飞回家
‎遇上了风暴 ‎飞机转降尼亚加拉瀑布城
‎我被航空公司安排住进了
‎一个俗气的小汽车旅馆
‎我给吉米打电话说我还没到家
‎但我们可以明天再聊 他说： ‎“你在哪儿？”
‎我说：“我在尼亚加拉瀑布城” ‎他说：“哈
‎你中头彩了 因为
‎鲍勃·迪伦今晚会在那里举行 ‎滚雷演唱会
‎你可以去看”
‎他说：“我会给他打电话 ‎安排让你进去”
‎迪伦 你真美
‎山姆大叔要唱
‎自己版本的《星条旗》
‎女士们先生们
‎我看见这一代最优秀的人被疯狂摧毁
‎挨饿 歇斯底里…
‎这首歌是关于一个人类的 ‎他也是个印第安人
‎让美国再次成为美国
‎如果你不记得的话
‎让它成为昔日的梦
‎不 对不起 你不能…打扰一下
‎你不能在这里拍摄
‎你不能在这里拍摄 先生
‎我为什么不能在这里拍摄？
‎他摄像机还开着
‎你是那个机构来的？
‎（哥伦比亚广播公司唱片公司）
‎-你知道你要去哪儿吗？先生 ‎-不清楚 你得问他
‎抱歉给你添麻烦了
‎我们不知道你要来
‎很明显是这样
‎我们刚好在附近 所以
‎-我听见你说话了 ‎-如果你不介意的话 我想接着拍摄
‎当然可以 我不介意
‎抱歉楼下给你添麻烦了
‎大家好
‎-鲍勃 你好吗？ ‎-挺好的
‎…但如果你想
‎实际上帮助这个人
‎如果你的目的是社会方面的 ‎而不是纯粹想发唱片的话
‎那我觉得也许在房间里做评论 ‎会更合理一点
‎你明白我的意思吗？ ‎我不知道你的动机是什么
‎你就随口这么说了 ‎我还没有仔细考虑过
‎我觉得会有调幅广播前40榜单的问题
‎相反的 也许在比如说东部地区
‎有很多黑人电台
‎-可能会在调幅广播里播放 ‎-WWRL很可能有空档
‎这是个鲍勃·迪伦的声明 ‎所以非常独特
‎不管谁想播都可以播
‎他的想法就是要将这首歌推出去
‎这样人们想要做什么都行
‎考虑到这些警告
‎你的动机就是尝试帮助他
‎那最好就尽快做
‎那就是他的动机
‎手枪的枪声在晚上的酒吧间里响亮
‎帕蒂·瓦伦丁从楼上大厅走进来
‎她看到酒保躺在血泊中
‎大叫：“天哪 他们杀了所有人！”
‎如果他们能在一周内把歌推出去 ‎就挺好的
‎及时
‎鲁宾·“飓风”·卡特是出色的拳击手
‎中量级的
‎他被陷害
‎在新泽西犯了谋杀罪
‎然后在拉威州立监狱受苦
‎鲍勃写了这首难以置信的歌
‎《飓风》 很关注救他出来这件事
‎我以前写过和拳击手有关的歌 ‎这并不是第一次
‎但我以前从来没考虑过飓风
‎因为我对飓风不了解
‎之前从来没接触过
‎我拿到了书 读了一下
‎然后提醒自己如果要去东部
‎如果我在东部 我会去探访他
‎我们在那儿待了一天 我印象中是
‎我们早上去的 出来的时候天都黑了
‎我意识到他的哲学
‎和我的哲学是一路的
‎而且
‎很少遇到这样的人
‎你知道在思想上你们是一路的
‎迪伦和其他所有来看我的人都不同
‎其他人都会问很明显的问题
‎“鲁宾 你有罪吗？”
‎“你到底有没有犯这个罪？”
‎“你到底有没有做？”
‎但迪伦没有问这些
‎完全没问 感觉他在搜寻别的东西
‎他好像是在说
‎“你是谁？”
‎“你是我看到的这种人吗？”
‎有个朋友把他写的歌的歌词发给我看 ‎让我看他的歌词
‎让我大概了解和我聊天的人是谁
‎然后
‎我发现一些很有趣的东西
‎将我们联系在一起
‎我们俩都是表演者 ‎都是取悦观众的人
‎我用的是我恶毒的左勾拳
‎我的父母在黑人种族隔离的南部长大
‎而迪伦则用他游吟诗人的本事
‎所以你回来之后 ‎就有了写一首歌的初步想法？
‎-是 ‎-为什么？
‎这是要回到用歌曲抗议吗？
‎是又回到海蒂·卡罗尔那里了吗？
‎出现了司法不公正
‎这可能会发生在任何人身上
‎所以
‎-我们必须坚定这一点 ‎-所以…
‎这首歌叫做《飓风》
‎如果你有任何的政治影响力
‎也许你能帮我们把这个人放出监狱
‎让他回到街头
‎手枪的枪声在晚上的酒吧间里响亮
‎帕蒂·瓦伦丁从楼上大厅走进来
‎她看到酒保躺在血泊中
‎大叫：“天哪 他们杀了所有人！”
‎飓风的故事就这样开始了
‎他成了当局怪罪的人
‎怪罪他从未犯过的罪
‎把他投入监狱 而他本可以
‎成为世界冠军
‎帕蒂看到地上躺着三具尸体
‎还有另一个叫北罗的男人形迹可疑
‎他说 不是我干的 举起了双手
‎我只是在抢劫收银机 你懂的
‎我看到他们离开了 他停下说
‎我们最好报个警
‎于是帕蒂报了警
‎警车闪着红灯抵达现场
‎这是个炎热的新泽西的晚上
‎与此同时 在城市的另一头
‎鲁宾·卡特和几个朋友在开车兜风
‎他是中量级拳击的头号种子选手
‎完全不知道接下来会发生什么
‎一个警察将他拦下
‎就像之前那样 以及再之前那样
‎在帕特森 情况就是如此
‎如果你是黑人 不如选择不要上街
‎除非你想给自己招来注意力
‎阿尔弗雷德·北罗给警察布下陷阱
‎我和亚瑟·德克斯特·布拉德利 ‎就在附近徘徊
‎看到两个人逃了出来 他们看起来 ‎像中量级拳击手
‎跳上一辆白色的汽车 ‎挂着别的州的车牌
‎帕蒂·瓦伦丁小姐只是点了点头
‎警察说 慢着各位 这个人还没死
‎于是送他去了医务室
‎虽然这个人几乎看不见
‎还是叫他指认凶手
‎凌晨四点 他们逮捕了鲁宾
‎带他去医院 带他上楼
‎伤着抬起头 用一只将死的眼睛
‎看着他说 你们带他过来干什么？ ‎他又不是凶手！
‎这就是飓风的故事
‎当局决定要背罪的人
‎背上他从没犯过的罪
‎将他投入监狱 而他本可成为
‎世界冠军
‎四个月后 贫民窟着火
‎鲁宾在南美洲为荣誉而战
‎亚瑟·德克斯特·布拉德利仍在抢劫
‎警察向他施压 寻找替罪羔羊
‎记得那天晚上酒吧的谋杀案吗？
‎记得你说你见过那辆逃逸的车吗？
‎你想与法律部门合作吗？
‎你觉得你看到逃跑的 ‎有可能是那个拳击手吗？
‎别忘了 你是白人
‎亚瑟·德克斯特·布拉德利说 ‎我真的不确定
‎警察说 你这样穷苦的孩子 ‎需要交个好运
‎我们给你找了汽车旅馆的工作 ‎我们在和你的朋友北罗聊
‎你不需要回监狱坐牢了 做个好人
‎你这算是帮了社会的忙
‎那个混账东西太大胆了 ‎而且越来越大胆
‎我们需要叫他坐牢
‎我们想把三重谋杀罪栽赃给他
‎他可不是什么绅士 吉姆
‎鲁宾的审判都是提前操纵好的
‎审判就是个警察安排的闹剧 ‎他毫无胜算
‎法官安排贫民窟的醉鬼做鲁宾的证人
‎在旁观的白人眼中 ‎他就是个革命性的流浪汉
‎在黑人眼中 他就是个发了疯的黑鬼
‎没人怀疑就是他扣下了扳机
‎虽然他们没有找出凶器
‎检方说就是他干的
‎都是白人的陪审团表示同意
‎鲁宾·卡特被错误审判
‎被判一级谋杀 ‎猜猜谁出庭作证了？
‎北罗和布拉德利 两人都说了谎
‎报纸都跟风报道
‎这样一个人的人生
‎为何会落入一些蠢蛋的股掌之间？
‎看到他显然被诬陷
‎让我无法控制地感到羞耻 ‎生活在这样一个国家
‎在这里 公平只是一场游戏
‎现在所有穿着外套 打着领带的罪犯…
‎现在所有穿着外套 打着领带的罪犯
‎都可以自由自在地喝马天尼酒 ‎看着太阳升起
‎于此同时鲁宾像佛祖一样 ‎坐在三平米的牢房里
‎人间炼狱中的一个无辜的人
‎我觉得太棒了
‎因为《飓风歌谣》
‎表达了一条不可磨灭的信息 ‎司法不公
‎明白吗？
‎所以
‎迪伦通过此举将这个信息 ‎远远地传播开去
‎这就是飓风的故事
‎但故事不会结束 直到他们还他清白
‎补偿他坐牢的时间
‎将他投入监狱 他本可以成为
‎世界冠军
‎让我介绍你给大家认识
‎很多来帮助我的人都是白人
‎这肯定让当局震惊了
‎因为当局声称我犯下这些罪
‎是因为我恨白人
‎但这么多白人
‎来帮这个可怜的黑人
‎他无辜被陷害坐牢
‎他没有犯罪
‎非常棒
‎如果法庭拒绝 你会怎么做？
‎你还会再次上诉吗？
‎如果法庭拒绝 那我们就继续抗争
‎没有拒绝这回事
‎只有肯定的回答
‎前方道路敞亮 我们会继续抗争
‎鲍勃永远都在搜寻
‎我现在每次见鲍勃 我们不常见面
‎但我每次见他都会问： ‎“你找到了吗 鲍勃？”
‎鲍勃会说：“我找到了”
‎但我知道他还没找到 ‎因为他还在继续搜寻
‎他经常说：“你今天要搜寻什么？”
‎我会说：“什么？”
‎他会说：“我知道你是个搜寻者 ‎你在搜寻什么？”
‎我说：“飓风 我在搜寻圣杯”
‎他说：“什么？”
‎我说：“我会一直搜寻 ‎直到找到为止 就像加拉哈德骑士”
‎这就是我要搜寻的东西
‎五分钟
‎你觉得他是个天才吗？
‎鲍勃·迪伦是个天才吗？
‎不知道 那是个奇怪的词
‎也许吧
‎我觉得他做的最棒的一件事 ‎就是将一群积极性很高
‎又充满抱负的人聚在一起 ‎上火车 完全不管
‎让他们成为自己最极端的版本
‎这是你对这件事的描述吗？
‎我知道我就是这么个情况
‎走吧
‎那你为什么要来和我聊？
‎我想表达出我的诉求
‎我是来说：“这就是我 ‎这个电影是我拍的”
‎你们在用这个电影
‎没有我这就不会存在 ‎我是拍电影的人
‎1975年12月4日 加拿大蒙特利尔
‎滚雷巡演的最后一场计划内演出
‎我们这些灵魂集结在 ‎滚雷巡演的最后一站
‎罗杰？走了 卢瑟？
‎我们开始这段旅程是为了找回美国
‎我们发现了一些自己的真相
‎本以为爱意已经消失的老朋友
‎得以重聚 并能够真诚地面对彼此
‎对着电子麦克风合唱
‎以取悦无数的年轻的向往者们
‎他们一直在寻找某种联盟和社区
‎在那里看到了社区的形象
‎巡演成功吗？
‎巡演是一场灾难 惨不忍睹
‎我告诉他说 ‎我们应该去两万人的场地演出
‎但他们却想在小场地表演
‎台上有16到18个人演出 ‎还有15个舞台助理和工程师
‎要付巴士、酒店、餐饮的钱 ‎但只去三千人的
‎场馆表演
‎所以肯定会亏钱
‎还没上路的时候就已经亏损了
‎不 没有成功
‎如果用获利来衡量的话肯定不算成功
‎但在冒险的层面上是成功的
‎所以在很多方面都是非常成功的
‎走了
‎该走了
‎那次巡演遗留到今天的还有什么？
‎没有了
‎没有任何东西
‎灰烬
‎妈妈 擦掉我脸上的血
‎我已经看不清楚了
‎我需要有人和我交谈 ‎我需要新的躲藏之处
‎我觉得我在敲开天堂之门
‎敲啊敲 敲开天堂之门
‎妈妈 我能听到雷声滚滚
‎从上帝遥远的海岸传来回声
‎我能听到他在呼喊我的灵魂
‎我觉得我在敲开天堂之门
‎敲啊敲 敲开天堂之门
‎你们所有看到了片段和瞬间的人
‎以我们为例 吸取一些教训
‎试着重新振作起来
‎改正你的行为 找到属于你的社区
‎做一些对于你自己的意识的 ‎所谓的救赎行为
‎更在意你的朋友
‎你自己的作品
‎你自己的冥想
‎你自己的艺术
‎和你自己的美
‎迈出去 将之变为你自己的永恒
‎敲啊敲 敲开天堂之门
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‎灼热骄阳下的辣椒
‎我脸上和斗篷上的灰尘
‎我和马格达雷娜逃走了
‎这次我们应该能逃掉
‎把我的吉他卖给面包师的儿子
‎换几块面包和容身之所
‎但我可以再弄一把
‎骑在马上为马格达雷娜弹奏
‎亲爱的 别哭
‎神会眷顾我们
‎马儿很快就会送我们到杜兰戈
‎生活 不要放弃我
‎沙漠很快就会过去
‎很快你就会跳起方丹戈舞
‎穿过阿兹特克遗迹和先人的灵魂
‎蹄声就像响板敲在石头
‎夜里梦到村里尖塔的钟声
‎然后看到雷蒙满是鲜血的脸
‎在酒馆开枪打他的是我吗？
‎是我的手握着枪吗？
‎让我们飞吧 我的马格达雷娜
‎狗在叫 事已至此
‎亲爱的 别哭
‎神会眷顾我们
‎马尔很快就会送我们到杜兰戈
‎生活 不要放弃我
‎沙漠很快就会过去
‎很快你就会跳起方丹戈舞
‎我们坐在树荫下
‎看着年轻的斗牛士独自站着
‎在我们祖父生活的地方喝龙舌兰酒
‎他们和村民们骑着马来到托雷翁
‎神父念诵古老的祈语
‎在镇上的小教堂
‎我会穿新靴 戴金耳环
‎你穿着婚服戴着钻石 美丽动人
‎我是听到了雷声吗？
‎我脑袋在震荡 感到剧烈的痛
‎坐我旁边 不要说话
‎会不会要来杀我？
‎快 马格达雷娜 拿上我的枪
‎看看山上的闪光
‎小姑娘 瞄准好
‎我们可能活不过今晚