100 Replies to “Bob Dylan – Like a Rolling Stone (Audio)”

  1. Incredible union of music & lyrics. The album it is from " Highway 61 Revisited" is my favorite album of all time.

  2. Like A Rolling Stone-Bob Dylan
    A Day In The Life-The Beatles
    Stairway To Heaven-Led Zeppelin
    Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen

  3. He is great love his song it has a real meaning.
    Every song has a reaso why the sob was writing .every one has a memory or ucurancw that this song has a meaning to that person .
    Be on your own
    Completely I know
    Itsteling a story about a rich person that
    Innore every one Ana he dint know that
    He was gone loose
    Every thing.
    And became invisible to the society.
    It is a very realist song

  4. That real life
    We all go trough
    That period of good luck then everything
    Goes bad and we have face the music of life like start all over again
    And try to make it the best way you can
    Try to build the bridges
    That you burn.
    In live bridges that you Byrd are hard to build
    It is better to cross the beige in peace but don’t burned.
    Try to keep your feet on the floor not on the air
    Keep your eyes open
    Don’t be blind about
    The pain of other
    Show kindness love
    Because it is not easy
    To be at the bottom and have no one to
    Pick up.

  5. Those and those who gave thumbs down to such a beautiful melody, sadly I will say Are they not from this world? I think not! That's how I write it, that's how I express it …

  6. don henley, at a concert, he sang a song by bob dylan and said that bob dylan was the man who changed the face of popular music, forever. I agree with henley🔈🔉🔊

  7. Keep adding "likes" to these links… Rubin "Hurricane" Carter lived a life we should always admire for… the determination and resolve he didn't endure… he transcended! Endured and gave truth to how easy corruption can undermine our best efforts on our best days. Thanks Rubin… you are remembered even today in 2019.

  8. 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 walk so proud
    Now you don't talk so loud
    About having to be scrounging for your
    Next meal

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

    You've went to the finest school all right,
    Miss Lonely
    But you know you only used to get juiced
    In it
    Nobody has ever taught you how to
    Live on the street
    But 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
    That he's not selling any alibis
    As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
    And say 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
    Just like a rolling stone?

    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    A complete unknown
    Just 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
    You'd better take your diamond ring,
    You'd better pawn it babe
    You used to be so amused
    At Napoleon in rags with 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
    Just like a rolling stone?

  9. Iwas 21 years old when this genius guy brought this fine classic to our ears ,,,Now im 74 years old thats a long time to be o in love xxx

  10. And yes my feet still stink from getting my clothes washed at a lavanderia at Banos Ecuador months ago, though I tried to bleach everything including my expensive shoes that are almost worn out now. There's really very little I can do about it- and just a minor contrivance really (it could always be worse)- though it permeates my entire living space and bed. Kinda like that acne I still battle with everyday since I kissed that male prostitute at the Seattle Center when I was 22 when I showed up early for the Grateful Dead show- it's not going to kill me- but its gross and annoying and will never ever go away now that I've picked it up. But never again will I pay someone else to do my laundry- it all gets done by hand in the sink.

  11. HYDE PARK    DYLAN PLAYING SOME DIRGE . I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOOD IF HE DID " LIKE A ROLLING STONE " , THEN IREALISED, THE DIRGE WAS LIKE A ROLLIG STONE .     SORRY BOB , MEMORIES DONT DIE .

  12. google should say 'do you want to make a deal'! they won't. they are making too much money exploiting us! after they took from us everything they could steal!

  13. 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's ever taught you how to live out on the street

    And now 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 say do you want to make a deal?

    How does it feel?

    How does it feel

    To be on your own

    With no direction home

    A complete unknown

    Like a rolling stone?

    You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

    When they all 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 all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

    Exchanging all precious gifts

    But you'd better take 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 ain't 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?

  14. This is one of the most iconic songs of the 60's and man when you fall, you really fall.

    "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 ain't got nothing
    You got nothing to lose
    You're invisible now
    You got no secrets to confuse…"

  15. Bob Dylan is so overrated. He's popular mainly because his lyrics appeal to the hipster crowd. He's a mediocre songwriter and a downright bad singer and performer.

  16. And out of those mountains that are the richest in gold but with some of the poorest people on earth I finally made it, but not without having another person vomiting right beside me. On the drive into the mines there was a young couple who were both sick, and on the way out there was an old couple who were both sick. I thought that taking a larger bus would help instead of a van, but no. And the big bus labored on the high mountains where old foot trails fit only for llamas had never been straightened nor a tunnel dug, but only paved going around 20mph the entire way. Mountain tops had been completely leveled, but not to help the transportation of the local inhabitants nor their goods to get to markets, only for gold did the machines labor day and night.

    Here was the greatest concentration of gold known to man, but all around were people whose lives remained virtually unchanged for hundreds if not thousands of years. Their houses were made of clay and roofs were still made of clay tiles, and their sewage flowed freely and untreated to lower elevations- but just in greater volume than ever before. But the water truck now comes around to many neighborhoods and there the families line up every large pot and pan and bucket they can find so they don't have to do their laundry and bath in water that would burn your lungs to breathe the stench, let alone chemicals. And away from town isn't safe anymore either since the mines took over the mountains, turning the water different unnatural shades.

    At one point during the trip it looked like the mountains themselves were bleeding, for the water was a deep shade of red and thick- though the water wasn't deep no bottom could be seen; and at another we passed by bluer than blue lakes- and one could only speculate which heavy mineral made them such a beautiful, but unnatural color. I've seen milk white waters running from glaciers before in the mountains, but this was not the case here. For there are few tests being done on water in Peru and there isn't a reverse osmosis plant to be seen. Murmurs of arsenic and cancer reach English speaking ears, but no further as children play by water that is red and grey and brown and black.

    Yesterday there was a remnant of a wetland- natural vegetation- in the valley next to a defunct airport that only motortaxis ferried families back and forth on, and I thought I wanted to go botanize what was left of the vegetation, I couldn't bring myself to put a foot into the sledge filled with raw sewage, household chemicals, oil from cars and drainage from mines. It looked deadly to me- for there was no life but the pig tied to a short leash who still wallowed in it and a group of boys who rescued an old tire from the bog and bounced upon it, but not a fish one nor even invertebrates. Nothing moved except the wind and the children playing. If I would have tried to get to the sedges and tule my only pair of shoes would have been soiled and undoubtedly would stink even worse than ever before, so from the road built by dumping garbage there for generations at the edge of the wetlands I stood and could only take photos of the survivors of the holocaust from afar. Not any real botany was done, but a bigger picture I gained of the ecology of the region. To top it all off after the mountains were leveled and every water source polluted with minerals and human feces, there was a number of burns that had occurred or were currently in progress. It is unknown whether the locals purposefully set these fires hoping to invigorate plant growth for their numerous cattle, or they were accidental, but there was not a vista nor scene untouched by devastation anywhere you looked. I wanted to scream and cry, but couldn't since the old man sitting next to me was dozing off with an open plastic bag of puke dangling precariously from his fingertips.

  17. I dedicate this song to the new modern woman. Playing men and jumping from one to another and hurting them for your own amusement and when Beauty and youth fades and you’re hustling to take one down but you cry where have all the good men gone

  18. There is no absolutely no way anyone could compare this to todays popular music and still claim that western society hasn't completely derailed.

  19. There is no absolutely no way anyone could compare this to todays popular music and still claim that western society hasn't completely derailed.

  20. So is Bob Dylan to blame for my white brothers and sisters not having any rhythm?? Cuz he never found the right key on this song…

  21. The organ player in this song never played organ officially before this recording, he bluffed his way into the recording after being replaced by Michael Bloomfield. Then he (Al Kooper) replaced the organ player Paul Griffin when he switched off organ to piano.  After they began playing, Dylan said turn up the organ, and he stayed and was in the recording.  Love stories like that, heard that story in one of the Dylan movies on Spectrum.

  22. the most overrated song ever, and his nasal voice is horrible. musically mediocre. lyrics? well, this is a musical contest . what do you expect from americans. they call their own sport events "world series " , then they named this mediocre song best ever. good joke. pompous and tone deaf.

  23. First album I heard of Bob Dylan, when I was 17…I thought, what the hell is this thing I'm listening…the music the lyrics, the guy sitting on the piano with the weird looking hair on the back of the cd…an epiphany right there

  24. I asked God to show me He exists. I then unwittingly opened a 110yr old copy of The Lesser Key of Solomon(google). He proved Himself in a horrific way. Turns out demons and Hell are a fact. So is Jesus. It was months of physical and psychological torment which left marks on my body in perfect geometric shapes. Followed by complete demonic possession by a deity named Baal. I was finally delivered from it after promising Christ to do whatever He wanted. It very nearly killed me. Its all very real. I can explain this experience in detail if you are interested?

  25. I never understood this song until I was meth addicted, sleeping on a roach infested floor. And I had pawned 2 diamond rings just to get by.

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