The Times They Are A-Changin' es un álbum de Bob Dylan, publicado en 1964 por Columbia. El disco incluye 10 canciones, entre ellas «The Times They Are A-Changin'», «Ballad Of Hollis Brown», «With God On Our Side» y «One Too Many Mornings».
Sobre el álbum
La discografía de Bob Dylan alcanza su punto álgido de compromiso social con este álbum, una obra de una seriedad y una contundencia implacables. A diferencia de su predecesor, aquí Dylan elimina casi por completo las canciones de amor y el humor. En su lugar, se centra exclusivamente en la canción de protesta, con letras que denuncian la injusticia, la guerra y el racismo. La canción que da título al disco se convirtió en un himno universal para el cambio social, una llamada a las armas para la juventud de la época.
Temas como "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll" o "With God on Our Side" son narraciones magistrales que exponen la hipocresía y la brutalidad de la sociedad. La música, de nuevo, es cruda y directa, asegurando que nada distraiga del poder del mensaje. Este álbum es el manifiesto más puro del Dylan profeta y activista.
Listado de Canciones
- The Times They Are A-Changin'3:12
- Ballad Of Hollis Brown5:03
Letra
Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin brokin' down. You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe. The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pocket tell you That you ain't a-got no friend. Your babies are crying louder now It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder now It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well Your spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shels. Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shortgun That's hangin' on the wall. Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shortgun That you're holdin' in your hand. There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar. There's seven people dead On a south Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a south Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born. - With God On Our Side7:05
- One Too Many Mornings2:38
- North Country Blues4:33
- Only A Pawn In Their Game3:30
- Boots Of Spanish Leather4:38
Letra
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love, I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea, From the place that I'll be landing? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love, There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'. Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled, From across that lonesome ocean. Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden, Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona. Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'. That I might be gone a long time And it's only that I'm askin', Is there something I can send you to remember me by, To make your time more easy passin'. Oh, how can, how can you ask me again, It only brings me sorrow. The same thing I want from you today, I would want again tomorrow. I got a letter on a lonesome day, It was from her ship a-sailin', Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again, It depends on how I'm a-feelin'. Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way, I'm sure your mind is roamin'. I'm sure your heart is not with me, But with the country to where you're goin'. So take heed, take heed of the western wind, Take heed of the stormy weather. And yes, there's something you can send back to me, Spanish boots of Spanish leather. - When The Ship Comes In3:15
- The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll5:45
- Restless Farewell5:32