Неизбежный пост, он должен был случицца рано или поздно))
Любимые доктора, и какой песней Дилана можно каждого из них проиллюстрировать)
Второй и Третий не вписались, потому что Второй навсегда связалсо в сознании с Битлами, а Третий не сочетаеццо с Диланом ввиду полного отсутствия ангста у данного конкретного Доктора)
Ну вод) Значит, Десятый, Девятый, Восьмой и Четвёртый)
многа высокопарных букаф, потому что иначе я про Дилана ниумею) Зато музыка хорошая))Десятый - You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
Очень светлое, даже радостное, и при этом - полная уверенность в предстоящей разлуке (when you go, даже сомнений никаких)
Песня с самого лирического, самого личного и самого пронзительного дилановского альбома Blood on the Tracks
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текстI’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin’s not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go
Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target, so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go
Purple clover, Queen Anne’s Lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go
Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time
Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud
But there’s no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’
Stayin’ far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to
I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go
А вот кавер-версия, женский вокал, потому что не только Доктор остаётся один)
Девятый - Blind Willie McTell. Блюзовая мистика смешивает места и времена в одно апокалиптическое библейское действо. Про человека, повидавшего слишком много но не утратившего при этом способность видеть красоту. Яростный гнев пророка и неубиваемая радость поэта)
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текст
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem”
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
Hear that undertaker’s bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There’s a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He’s dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There’s a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Ещё одна версия, студийный ауттэйк, который я люблю за совершенно офигительный сексуальный драйв)) В ауттэйки она попала, думаю, токо потому што Дилан закашлялся в самом начале))
Восьмой - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Тут дело не только в Восьмом, но ещё и в его дальнейшей судьбе) Можно сказать - участи. Страшно представить, как Восьмой с его-то наивностью и щенячьим восторгом, попадает в то, во что он попал. Плюс я очень сильно впечатлилась первоначальным вариантом сценария, куда более драматичным, где Доктор не оказываецца на Земле как всегда случайно, а ищет свои корни, себя, в конце концов) Ну и к тому же его там называют the blue-eyed child of the prophecy, мимо такого я никак не могла пройти)) А ещё ему очень подходит формат баллады) И оптимистическая, я бы сказала - упёрто-оптимистическая концовка)
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текстOh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded and hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what'll you do now my darling young one ?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a 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 hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it 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 songs well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Ну и самый любимый Четвёртый - это конечно Mr Tambourine Man, клоун, волшебник, нездешняя носатая птица, Гаммельнский крысолов, вслед за которым настолько хочется увязаться, что будешь хватать его за пёстрый шарф рукав и уговаривать "возьми меня с собой")))
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текстHey! 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
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming
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
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
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 you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind
It’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing
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
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke 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 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
А песня для Доктора вообще - это, конечно же, My Back Pages со знаменитым припевом: Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
А вот сам автор поёт гнусавым голосом. Автору на момент исполнения 22 года)) Дилан явно знает толк в timey-wimey))
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UPD) Ещё тут подумала, што Четвёртый у меня ассоциируеццо с Mr Tambourine Man потому што с этой загадочной личностью у мну ассоциируеццо сам Дилан, а они (Четвёртый и Дилан) ужасно похожи))) Иногда дословно: когда Дилана в очередной раз попросили, чтоб он наконец сказал, кем он себя считает (ну там, песни-про-тесто, фолк, рок), то он радостно улыбнулся и ответил "I'm a song and dance man!". А Четвёртый в самой первой серии, оказавшись перед весьма недружелюбной аудиторией, тут же предложил исполнить "a little song, maybe a little dance?"
Song and dance men, both of them)))