Thursday, December 8, 2011

Bob Dylan vs. Leon Russell



A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
Bob Dylan
Oh 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
And it’s a hard
It’s a hard
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 talkers
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
That 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’
I heard the song of a poet
Who died in the gutter
I 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
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 burnin’
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 in hatred

And it’s a hard
It’s a hard
It’s a hard
It’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s
A-gonna fall

Oh 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 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
And the executioner’s face
Is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly
Where the souls are forgotten
Where black is the color
Where none is the number
And I’ll tell it
And speak it
And think 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 song 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



A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
Leon Russell
Tell me
Where have you been
My blue-eyed son
Where have you been
My darlin’ young one
I’ve stumbled up on the side
Of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled
Over six crooked highways
I’ve stepped out in the middle
Of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front
Of a dozen dead oceans

I tell ya
It’s hard
Yeah it’s hard
Well it’s hard
Oh it’s hard yeah
It’s a hard rain’s
A-gonna fall

Tell me
What did you see
My blue-eyed son
What did you see
My darlin’ young one
I saw a black branch drippin’
With blood all around it
I saw a room full of men
With their hammers bleedin'
I saw a white ladder
All covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers
Whose tongues were all broken

Well it's hard
Yes it's hard
Yes it's hard
Oh yeah
It's a hard rain's
A-gonna fall

Tell me
What did you hear
My blue-eyed son
What did you hear
My darlin’ young one
I heard one hundred drummers
Hands that were blazin'
Ten thousand whisperin'
And nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve
I heard many people laughin'
I heard the song of a poet
Who died in the gutter

Well it's hard
Yes it's hard
Yes it's hard
Oh it's hard yeah
It's a hard rain's
A-gonna fall

Well what'll you do now
My blue-eyed son
What'll you do now
My darlin’ young one
Well I'll walk to the depths
Of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many
And their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison
Are floodin’ the waters
But I'll know my song well
And I sure won't forget it

‘Cause it’s hard
Yes it's hard
Well it's hard
Oh yeah
It's a hard rain's
A-gonna fall

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Wahoo
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Wahoo

Lyrics From: [Bob Dylan Songs]

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10 comments:

  1. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Adullamite!!! Yeah, but I really like Leon's version, as well.

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  2. Come on, Fish, when are we actually going to get to see the two of these guys fight one another? "I did it better!" "No, I did!"

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  3. Just stopping by to say HELLO! sandie

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  4. I hate this song but at least you did not play the Edie Brickell version - I need a gun - People need to die, or at least shut the heck up!

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  5. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Lavender!!! Well, in this day and age of reality shows...

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  6. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Sandie!!!

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  7. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Grace!!! I have always thought that Edie should be seen--not heard.

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  8. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! Leon Russell hasn't had all that much of his own, but he has been on hundreds of recordings with the likes of George Harrison, Eric Clapton, Joe Cocker and Willie Nelson.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leon_Russell

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