In May 1965, Dylan returned from his tour of England feeling tired and dissatisfied with his materia

In May 1965, Dylan returned from his tour of England feeling tired and dissatisfied with his material. “I was going to quit singing. I was very drained… I was playing a lot of songs I didn’t want to play,” Dylan told Nat Hentoff in 1966.“It’s very tiring having other people tell you how much they dig you if you yourself don’t dig you.”Out of this dissatisfaction, Dylan wrote an extended piece of verse which Dylan described as a “long piece of vomit”. He refined this long poem into a song consisting of four verses and a chorus—”Like a Rolling Stone”. Dylan told Hentoff that the process of writing and recording “Like a Rolling Stone” washed away this dissatisfaction, and renewed his enthusiasm for creating music. Speaking of the breakthrough of writing that song, forty years later, Dylan told Robert Hilburn in 2004,“It’s like a ghost is writing a song like that… You don’t know what it means except the ghost picked me to write the song.”Like a Rolling StoneBob DylanOnce upon a time you dressed so fineThrew the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’You thought they were all kidding youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hanging outNow you don’t talk so loudNow you don’t seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging your next mealHow does it feel, how does it feel?To be without a homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stoneAhh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itNobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the streetAnd now you’re gonna have to get used to itYou say you never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe’s not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd say do you want to make a deal?How does it feel, how does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeA complete unknown, like a rolling stoneAh you never turned around to see the frownsOn the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain’t no goodYou shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin’t it hard when you discovered thatHe really wasn’t where it’s atAfter he took from you everything he could stealHow does it feel, how does it feel?To have on your own, with no direction homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stoneAhh princess on a steeple and all the pretty peopleThey’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it madeExchanging all precious giftsBut you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him he calls you, you can’t refuseWhen you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to concealHow does it feel, ah how does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stone -- source link

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