Also ich werde mich auf jeden Fall nach ihm umsehen. Bei ebay gibt es allerdings leider gerade nichts.
Hier der Anti-Dylan song. Gefällt Dir bestimmt :D
Ich kenne ihn wie gesagt nicht im Orginal. Hätte ihn aber wahnsinnig gerne und werde nicht eher ruhen bis ich ihn aufgetrieben habe…
Ich habe ihn live gehört und zwar im Walzertakt gespielt. ( Weiß nicht, ob das im Orginal auch so ist. )
Can You Sing any Dylan – Eric Bogle
At the age of nineteen, I was young, I was keen
I had just one burning ambition
To be a folk singer, a dope-smokin‘ swinger
And sing songs that were steeped in tradition
I bought a guitar and practised real hard
I wasn’t much good, but I was willin‘
Till to my chagrin my girlfriend come in
And she said „Can you sing any Dylan?“
Chorus
I said No! No! a thousand times No!
I“d rather see my life’s blood spillin‘
Well I’ll sing anything, even God Save The King
But I just won’t sing any Bob Dylan
Well I travelled far with me guitar
And I was tryin‘ to gain recognition
And I sung ‚The Wild Rover‘ from Dundee to Dover
In pubs, clubs and in Seamens‘ Missions
I travelled the road for seven long years
The pace it really was killin‘
But wherever I went, from Gwyder to Ghent
People said Can you sing any Dylan?
Chorus
Well I struggled on, though the magic had gone
But I just felt a deep sense of failure
So I thought that I“d go to where all failures go
And I boarded the boat to Australia
Well I came in as the sun it shone down
And the view it was lovely and thrillin‘
Till, seeing me case, with a smile on his face
) Customs said Can you sing any Dylan?
Chorus
Well I still struggled on, though the magic was gone
And people just wouldn’t hear my singin‘
Over here’s just the same, there’s no road to fame
No applause in me ear’oles was ringin‘
The last straw come at a local Motel
I had this young chick, she was willin‘
Well she said „Yes“ and put me hand up her dress
But she said If you’ll sing me some Dylan
Chorus
Well I tell you, friends, that was the end
Of all me traditional aspirations
If being a folkie’s going to cut off me Nookie
There’s just one way to end this frustration
The very next night at the local folk club
The audience, as usual, was millin“
So I took off me coat and I ruptured me throat
And I sang a song just like Bob Dylan
Most singers play a verse of a Dylan song here….
The audience went wild – man, woman and child
And they clapped till their raw hands were bleedin“
And they said, so discreet, that me style was unique
And just what the folk scene here was needin‘
So all you young Folkies who bash out a chord
If you want to gain the top billin‘
Just murder your throat and sing through your nose
And then you can sound just like Bob Dylan
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Yet there's no one to beat you, no one t' defeat you, 'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.