Not dark yet
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
posted by Javi Waits at 11:01 p. m.
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Brian Vs Dylan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rpeZEPKtns
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bS_UadUBo9I
Pet Sounds de verdaz
Quizá esto te levante el ánimo:
"the best joke i have heard dylan mumble at a concert was in new york city at irvingplaza december 8th 1997, where the opening act was joan osborne who sang the man in the long black coat, after singing her set she was at the bar drinking, and it is a small place...maybe two thousand...dylan had just finished his first seven, eight, songs and was introducing the band and thanking the opening act...all of a sudden he says: "and i'd also like to thank joan osborne; joan and i is gonna sing a song..." and joan in the back stands up to come to the stage, when dylan says: "but not tonight".
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Mas que nada quiero saber que hacia en la produccion de los Rolling. Por lo que he leido, lo que menos hacia era producir y necesitaba de un ingeniero de sonido, un tipo versado en cosas tecnicas. En cambio, los arreglos los hacia el. Pero como los discos son parcos en notas y los libros hagiograficos al uso, lo que menos interesa es la musica del conjunto.
Lo digo por que, dado lo escuchado tanto en sus discos con los Rolling, el "Metamorphosis", su disco de versiones clasicas de los Stones y "Would you believe" de Billy Nichols, propongo coronarlo como mejor productor ingles de los 60
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