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[Anonymous No.21026799]

Do you people really believe he was not deserving of the Nobel prize? Can you honestly say his lyrics are not poetry?

> Ain’t no use as I can see
In sittin’ underneath a tree
An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad,
An’ that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain’t sadder than your neighbor’s
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An’ he has work he hates to do;
An’ he gits tired an’ he gits cross,
An’ he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an’ through,
Why, he’s no better off than you.
If whinin’ brushed the clouds away
I wouldn’t have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o’ foes
I’d whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an’ see
A lot o’ men resemblin’ me,
An’ see ’em sad, an’ see ’em gay
With work t’ do most every day,
Some full o’ fun, some bent with care,
Some havin’ troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They’re ’bout what everybody knows.
The day I find a man who’ll say
He’s never known a rainy day,
Who’ll raise his right hand up an’ swear
In forty years he’s had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An’ never known one touch o’ woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But allas laughed his way along;
Then I’ll sit down an’ start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.

[Anonymous No.21026811]

>>21026799
He himself said he shouldn't have got it.

[Anonymous No.21026813]

>>21026811
But look at the poetry of these lyrics.

[Anonymous No.21026814]

>>21026813
No

[Anonymous No.21026825]

Oh, the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
With the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end

[Anonymous No.21026837]

>>21026799
Songs that justify his Nobel prize:
>Tempest
>Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands
>Desolation Row
>Tin Angel
>Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts
>Idiot Wind
>Visions Of Johanna
>It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
>Mr. Tambourine Man
>Gates Of Eden
>It’s All Over Now Baby Blue
>As I Went Out One Morning
>I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
>All Along The Watchtower
>Drifters Escape
>The Wicked Messenger
>Tangled Up In Blue
>Shelter From The Storm
That’s not even all of them but you’re insane if you don’t think he’s a poet

[Anonymous No.21026850]

>>21026799
Wonderful words. I wouldn't have guest he could write such prose

[Anonymous No.21026869]

>>21026837
good post
reality is he is a superior poet to the vast majority of ""poets"" from the past 50 years

[Anonymous No.21026880]

inb4 chicken sun

[Anonymous No.21026887]

>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 'til the moon is blue
>Wiggle 'til the moon sees you

>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a swarm of bees
>Wiggle on your hands and knees

>Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear
>Wiggle 'til you wiggle right out of here
>Wiggle 'til it opens, wiggle 'til it shuts
>Wiggle 'til it bites, wiggle 'til it cuts

>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead
>Wiggle, you can raise the dead

>Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher
>Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
>Wiggle 'til it whispers, wiggle 'til it hums
>Wiggle 'til it answers, wiggle 'til it comes

>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like satin and silk
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a pail of milk
>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, rattle and shake
>Wiggle, like a big fat snake

truly nobel prize worthy

[Anonymous No.21026888]

>>21026869
I forgot Highlands

[Anonymous No.21026895]

>>21026799
Dang ole

[Anonymous No.21027226]

I'm walkin' through the summer nights
The jukebox playing low
Yesterday everything was goin' too fast
Today it's movin' too slow
I got no place left to turn
I got nothin' left to burn
Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
You left me standing in the doorway cryin'
I got nothin' to go back to now
The light in this place is so bad
Makin' me sick in the head
All the laughter is just makin' me sad
The stars have turned cherry red
I'm strummin' on my gay guitar
Smokin' a cheap cigar
The ghost of our old love has not gone away
Don't look it like it will anytime soon
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Under the midnight moon
Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't
But not tonight and it won't be here
There are things I could say, but I don't
I know the mercy of God must be near
I been ridin a midnight train
Got ice water in my veins
I would be crazy if I took you back
It would go up against every rule
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Sufferin' like a fool
When the last rays of daylight go down
Buddy, you're old no more
I can hear the church bells ringin' in the yard
I wonder who they're ringin' for?
I know I can't win
But my heart just won't give in
Last night I danced with a stranger
But she just reminded me you were the one
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
In the dark land of the sun
I eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry
And live my life on the square
And even if the flesh falls off of my face
I know someone will be there to care
It always means so much
Even the softest touch
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation
There's no words that need to be said
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Blues wrapped around my head

[Anonymous No.21027236]

>>21026799
>Can you honestly say his lyrics are not poetry?
I can easily do so by pointing out that they are song lyrics and not poetry.

[Anonymous No.21027577]

>>21026837
>To Ramona
>My Back Pages
>When the Ship Comes In
>Queen Jane, Approximately
just to add some

[Anonymous No.21027589]

>>21026799
He did deserve it but that Glück fraud poetess didn't.

[Anonymous No.21027613]

>>21026799
Robert Plant deserved it better. truly the patrician aryan choice.

>We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde and sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming

[Anonymous No.21027617]

>>21027613
I'M COOOOMINNG AAAAAAAAHHHH

[Anonymous No.21027758]

>>21026837
These lyrics are flat and lifeless. Your judgement is confused from listening to the songs or you wouldn't say something this dumb.

[Anonymous No.21027776]

>>21026799
These rhymes are cringe and so is his pretentious affected Southern voice.

[Anonymous No.21027787]

>>21026837
>>Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts
literally his worst song

[Anonymous No.21027942]

>>21026887
No one is stroke free

[Anonymous No.21028791]

i recall /lit/ around the time he won the nobel
those were good times. makes me realise contemporary /lit/ is quite boring

[Anonymous No.21028813]

The really funny thing is that if Bob Dylan never sang those songs and presented them as poetry you would never have heard of him because he'd never have been published, and even if he were, he sure as hell wouldn't win any prizes.

[Anonymous No.21028827]

>>21028813
His lyrics were worth critical analysis by the worlds preeminent scholar of ts eliot and that was way before the Nobel.

[Anonymous No.21028885]

>>21027236
The lyric poem is the second oldest form of poetry in the western canon.

[Anonymous No.21029162]

>>21028885
Musicians don't write lyric poetry, they write songs.

[Anonymous No.21030022]

>>21026799

God tier songwriter. If only he were a good musician too.

[Anonymous No.21030106]

>>21026799
He himself said he shouldn't have got it.