Ok. Se dice que Syd Barrett en la primera época de Bob Dylan, fué a un concierto con Gilmour y quedó bastante impresionado. Compuso un tema, que recién salió en el último disco en el 2001 llamado: 'The Best of Syd Barrett: Wouldn't You Miss Me?'
Me di cuenta de la admiración que le tiene Barett a Bob, más adelante adoptando un peinado desordenado parecido por ejemplo, el tema es un tributo y a la vez una parodia a varios temas.
Es un videito de 31 megas, es bastante lindo para bajarlo, el que lo pueda hacer
VIDEO
BOB DYLAN BLUES
(Written by Syd Barrett)
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
But you know I just couldn’t care less
Goin’ to write me a song
Bout’ what’s right and what’s wrong
Bout’ god and my god and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don’t care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I’ll sing about war in the cold
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Well I sing about dreams
And I rhymes it with seams
Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I’m in town go see that
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing.
Me di cuenta de la admiración que le tiene Barett a Bob, más adelante adoptando un peinado desordenado parecido por ejemplo, el tema es un tributo y a la vez una parodia a varios temas.
Es un videito de 31 megas, es bastante lindo para bajarlo, el que lo pueda hacer
VIDEO
BOB DYLAN BLUES
(Written by Syd Barrett)
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess
But you know I just couldn’t care less
Goin’ to write me a song
Bout’ what’s right and what’s wrong
Bout’ god and my god and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don’t care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I’ll sing about war in the cold
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing
Well I sing about dreams
And I rhymes it with seams
Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I’m in town go see that
Cause I’m a poet
Don’t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I’m free as a bird on the wing.
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