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Violin....not ..quite there..on this one. Bob is superb however

was this played in the key of g sharp

2024 and things are getting worse

The greatest song, on the greatest album, from the greatest songwriter. Mr Dylan - thank you.

Man, that voice.

Hands down, "Blood On The Tracks" is my all time favorite album.

Utter genius.

Staat ook op DVD.... Alweer "a timeless masterpiece". Alweer een sublieme Bob Dylan compositie... die door diverse anderen mooi & knap werden gezongen....met vaak een rijker en mooiklinkend arrangement... B D is een verdiende Nobelprijswinnaar van Literatuur... veel van zijn songs zijn gebalde romans... ongelooflijk knap... met hele knappe vondsten erin! Te bewonderen! Blij dat ik kan genieten van het "uitzonderlijk knappe" in heel wat Dylan songs...

"She should've caught me in my prime, She would've stayed with me." Saddest lyric in the while song. Very relatable to so many people.

What a grate group of people..grate band too. ❤😂

Nice one 👍

Finally found that Video after a few weeks in jail... this means alot to me thank you for the upload!!

How is the June weather in Ireland...cool...question. I wish a yes. Otherwise I am so scared to come back again in that month. Id stay here on the rez.

People tell me it’s a crime. To feel too much at one time. Every line he sings is so thought-provoking

So Bob with Joan when in High School then @ forest Hills when he went Electric

Wow, I love the alternate lyrics. The song hit me a little differently.

These are the default lyrics for live versions of this song from 1975 until today, with some of the numerous variations indicated in the right column. For more substantial variations that were used only at a specific time, the year has been indicated. They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and felt a spark tingle to her bones. 'Twas then she felt alone and wished that she'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a river front hotel [renovated/cheap/little hotel] with a neon burnin' bright. [threw his wide-brimmed hat on the bed (1981)] [/with a neon burning dim, He [she] felt the heat of the night he looked at her and she looked at him hit him [her] like a freight train with that look that can manipulate Moving down with a simple twist of fate. brought on by a simple twist of fate (1980)] A saxophone someplace softly played As she was walkin' on by the arcade. She heard a melody rise and fade and the sun was coming up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about that simple twist of fate. He woke up, and she was gone He didn't see nothing but the dawn. Got out of bed and put his shoes back on, [clothes/wide-brimmed hat (1981)] pushed back the blinds, Found a note she'd left behind but he just could not relate [/concentrate on] to anything 'cept that simple twist of fate. [/to which he just could not relate, all about that simple twist of fate] He hears the ticking of the clocks hunts for her through the city blocks [/Looks for her everywhere he walks (1988)] [/people hear him humming as he walks (1997)] Even down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all roll in. Maybe he'll see [spot] her once again, how long must he wait One more time for a simple twist of fate. People tell me it's a crime To know to much * for too long a time. [think of her/remember her] She should have caught me in my prime, She would have stayed with me. Instead of going off to sea, and leaving me to meditate upon that simple twist of fate.

If I was to ever get a tramp stamp, it would say "Bob Dylan."

Love you Bob

Inspired By The Goddess King of Orion My Everything Shawn Colvin Inspired by our beloved and infinitely blessed Bob Dylan from ''A Simple Twist Of Fate' or a twist of synchronicity? Both? Crazy Loves A Ghost Posted in Uncategorized with tags Shawn Colvin Crazy on January 12, 2008 by blackshepherd Crazy Loves A Ghost - I’m in love with a ghost I’m a walkin’ creep show she’s the one I love the most I’m a fuckin’ freak show I’ll be a fool to millions cause I ain’t got no pride if my story makes you squirm then let me take you for a ride I bleed for real in cyberspace I cry like the insane I’m a skyscraper full of windows with cracks in every pane the devil gets no sympathy and I don’t get none neither forget about empathy no one wants the crazy fever but I’ll spill my guts to the masses when it comes to crazy ain’t no maybes I don’t need no fuckin’ classes I’m bit clean through… got the love sick rabies so have a laugh at my expense don’t be sittin’ on no fence I’ll give you front row seats in my crazy circus tents cause I love a ghost and I can’t tell what’s real I can’t find salvation in this profession that ha ha heals today I’m ridin’ up the coast north to Cambridge town with a mind as burnt as toast gonna walk around with my arms around a ghost even though I can’t see her I know her through and through gonna visit a haunted house see if the aura’s still hangin’ of the spirit I love the most it’s like a good head bangin’ when you won’t give up the ghost - end - Passim - August 29, 2007 Has my poetic license expired yet? This one was written on the train up to Cambridge one day and maybe at Passim…can’t remember. But clearly it’s of the fantasy variety. Giving oneself over to the feeling of loving someone who’s as good as a ghost…she haunts Passim and Cambridge like she does for people who have loved her wherever she’s gone. So it was a day spent letting that fantasy a little closer even than usual. I actually sent it to her through private messaging on her web-site thinking that maybe she’s get it or at least be amused. She may have been more alarmed…I can never know. But it is just poetry and I was confident that at the end of the day she’d respect that. I remember now what else I was feeling when I wrote it. It was the time I was getting ridicule on her website…even Ljoy had used the word “creepy”…that did it…didn’t want to be creepy but then I thought: “fuck her” it wasn’t written to or about her anyway…so there’s a lot of “fuck you” in it…it’s like…ok…you think it’s crazy…well chew on this. But I never did post it on her site cause I knew the fans would go ballistic as they did finally…all 6 of them who monopolize the site…fuck you…to them. I forgot to mention that the line: “this profession that ha ha heals” is, of course, a reference to SC’s lyric cause I was so burned out as a psychotherapist and had left my practice and lost most of what I’d spent all those years building. A little bitterness there I guess but of course it’s not her fault that I’m nuts and I don’t blame her…it just fit into the poem…all part of my insanity. I was also starting to realize “oh! my God!” the entire world could read this and I’ve left enough of a trail to make it possible to make myself a laughing stalk around the world…so it’s “fuck you” to that too…at this point I really couldn’t have cared less about working as a psychotherapist again. And as of this writing there’s a very strong chance that I never will again. I just realized that one of the primary motivations of this poem is the feeling of loss/nostalgia for the days when SC used to travel those paths…just a little troubador with a heart as big as Texas. Imagine if you could see the whole thing in one sweep. Oh! I do miss those days so much. I could have done so much more with that time. How I regret going to social work school…well maybe not that so much as going to CT and joining the VA…that all took me so far away from myself…or away from the me I had a chance of becoming…the one who might have written a song SC would have liked…is this still possible? Theoretically yes but it is the longest of long shots but strangely enough there’s nothing else I really care about although I’m perfectly aware that a normal person wouldn’t go this route…but I gave up on the pursuit of normal awhile ago. August 11, 2023 - Maine I just realized after reading this again and reflecting on how I felt at that time 35 years ago when I was studying Voice piano and guitar and in therapy for 5 years 2x week and having finished my philosophy degree when I met Shawn Colvin on our shared 32nd birthday. I met her first in '87 though at 'Passim' where I told her: "you're the best singer I ever heard". She said: "thanks" and I left. Next time was on 1-10-88 when she said from stage it was her birthday and I thought: "Oh My God!". I had devoured Jung already and was always on the prowl for synchronicities and BANG! This. So I showed her my license after the show and she said: "I'm sure this is significant somehow". I never asked how until today Shawn so "like how exactly" now that I've written over 100 poems to and about you? I'm curious. We both had Martin D28 guitars when we met. Both sober 5 years in AA. Born on the same parallel of latitude 42.77 during the 'Great Ice Storm' of 1956 an 'Anti-cyclone' that spun counterclockwise and travelled east to west. She was born in a town starting with the 7 letters Vermill, My hometown 1500 miles on a line ends with the 7 letters Verhill. 1-10-56 adds up to 11 11 the sign for 'Twin Flames' Her only daughter would be born 11 days after my only sister died and my mother gave birth to me at 42.5 years like Shawn. We both hated school, started fires, had deep issues with our mothers, were abused by our Scottish fathers for leaving the cellar door open. Both alcoholics and depressive. Both love sailing and running and biking and both went camping as kids in Rambler station wagons There's a lot more. I'll fill it in later. But I ask you: is this a recipe for disaster, true love or insanity? I feel like I've proven that it's been all of these things and more for me but I love my work writing about it and her and I still worship Shawn Colvin and she's still the best singer I've ever heard (and I sang Verdi's Requiem with the Hartford Chorale as 1st tenor in Carnegie Hall) and for Harry Huff at Old South Church in Boston who had arranged stuff for Art Garfunkel and Judy Collins in NYC. Weird enough for you? Crazy enough for you. Love story enough for you? I'm curious. Before I met Shawn I worked as a merchant seaman Able Bodied Seaman and Bos'n on tankers out of Boston and worked for the 6th Fleet Military Sealift Command on TAO Neosho 143 as Able Seaman Watchstander and un-rep helmsman as a civilian and for NOAA boats 'Ferrel' a buoy tender (off-shore supply boat rigged with a crane which I operated among other things) on the Hudson River. We were docked on Governor's Island and I used to walk the miles up to the Village to hang out and watch the street scene. I worked on the NOAA boat 'Heck' a sidescan sonar boat out of New London, CT..She was a cool fast little boat about the size of a Gulf of Mexico 'crew boat' if you know what that is. I used to have access to our little Whaler and I would go out and jump the wakes of the Ferries coming in and out and almost went over backwards once to the delight of the passengers lined up along the rail watching. And on the NOAA boat 'Oregon ll out of Pascagoula, Miss. for 3 months in '91. She was a Utility boat rigged for shrimping so she was a big shrimp boat and we spent 3 months catching shrimp all over the Gulf. Everything that came up in the nets went through the long table in the cabin where scientific crew would sort and measure every variable as to depth, location etc and that's how the fishing quotas are set. I had my Martin with me. At the end of that summer I was on a DOD boat in Norfolk when Desert Storm started and got invited to go with hazard pay for war zone which would have been double pay but I chose to go back to Boston College to finish the last year on my MSW and on to the VA from there. I worked on offshore supply boats in the Gulf of Mexico in the 70s and along the way I've been arrested 35 times (so the theme of 'going straight...putting yourself in good enough spiritual shape to be worthy of your 'Twin Soul') so Dylan's 'A Simple Twist Of Fate' is deeply poignant and highly significant. The song always felt like it established a very intertwined synchronicity among Shawn Dylan and myself so I feel like I should give him a co-write 'Simple Twist Of Fate' has been embedded in my memory for 50 years. You are a light unto the world, mystery and deep mysticism. We adore you forever Bob Dylan. Peace Love Bliss Nirvana for you for eternity. SC

When you realise how the Irish government , treated Gilmartin and tried to bury him . I don't know if Sean Quinn , was mixing with the crooks in the Dail . From what I've read , he was still one of the locals , liked and respected . I believe that the people who have the Power, were out to get him . Also he may have been blinded by the Anglo thing , its not the same as 25 .!

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If he’d caught me in my prime, he’d ‘ave stayed with me…

Christ, this is beauuuuuuutiful. So beautiful. Full of beauty. One of my top ten Bob songs. Love the Budokan version too and of course BOTT …. ❤️ this man. Scarlet is astonishingly fabulous here too. ❤❤❤❤❤

Quinn got his arse handed to him here. Trying to defend the indefensible.

Genius guy that all I can say love him

Saddest Dylan song ever

The magnificent way he changes up the lyrics to this and so many other songs continues to astonish me.

So well done thanks alot for those times bob so many different memeriuors

Beauty full

Amazingly beautiful. Bob n Scarlet. Wow ❤❤❤

Lernen. Elsa.

Mad respect for Quinn,a giant in industry,there won't be another in that part of the country.

Jeez, he could deliver a song.

“A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin’ by the arcade As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate.”

David mcwilliams reminds me of my godfather god rest him

❤Just so beautiful. I listened to Blood On The Tracks straight through two days ago. What a journey. It had been sometime

The best version of this song, with Scarlet Rivera on violin (Dylan saw her walking along the sidewalk in Greenwich Village, carrying a violin case, stopped her & asked if he could hear her play), Rob Stoner on bass, & Howie Wyeth on drums (Wyeth, also a superb pianist, was the nephew of painter Andrew Wyeth. He died way too young, of a heart attack, at age 51). Dylan's performances at this 1975 tribute to John Hammond were some of his best.

The longing is bottomless.Roll on Bob

Best lyricist with best phrasing!! I love this man!

My favorite artist of all time. His lyrics touch every facet of life, and this is one of my fav songs that Dylan wrote and sang.

what was the tracklist on this appearance?

Would you be able to upload the other 12 episodes? I cannot find this anywhere to watch or purchase.

The final episode, 13.

RTE 11 May 2023: '.......our ability to predict the exact turning points of short-run economic growth is limited. David McWilliams illustrated this when he went on The Late Late Show and famously predicted the 2008 crash would happen within 18 or 24 months. Something that isn't often brought up enough about this prediction is that McWilliams made it in 1999. This is a good demonstration of the old saying that 'economists have successfully predicted six of the last five recessions’. [Daragh O'Leary, UCC]

Most of these lyrics are way better than the recorded version. I was literally looking for live versions to see if he'd get rid of the 'walked along with a parrot that talks.' Because that line was some filler bs and takes you right out of the song.

Incredible phrasing!!!❤

Sound level is very low

another gem of god dylan.... No. 33779

His phrasing is incredible-nobody puts a song “across” like Bob. He tells a story with real power and vulnerability - not unlike other greats like Sinatra or Billie Holliday And turns the word “ meditate “ into a 6 syllable jazz riff …