A mudança dos tempos

Momento histórico: logo à noite poderemos ver na Dois a primeira parte do excelente documentário de Martin Scorcese sobre Bob Dylan: No direction home. Absolutamente imperdível por várias razões: porque reúne um conjunto de documentos audiovisuais muito extenso e completo; porque está excelentemente concebido - Scorcese dá aqui uma lição de cinema; porque traça um retrato nu e cru dos anos '60; porque se trata de Bob Dylan e - quer se goste ou não - ele foi protagonista da mudança. Oportunidade também para (re)ver Woody Guthrie ou Pete Seeger, fortes influências do cantor/poeta.

Ele, que cantou o que se passava à sua volta no espaço e no tempo, predisse que os tempos estavam a mudar em The times they are a-changin'. E mudaram mesmo. Este documentário é sobre Dylan mas sobretudo sobre essa mudança. Por isso é que é imperdível e, se não o pode ver na televisão, então compre o DVD. Duplamente imperdível.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Bob Dylan - "Like a Rolling Stone"

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