"Like a Rolling Stone" is a 1965 song by the American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan. Its confrontational lyrics originated in an extended piece of verse Dylan wrote in June 1965, when he returned exhausted from a grueling tour of England. Dylan distilled this draft into four verses and a chorus. "Like a Rolling Stone" was recorded a few weeks later as part of the sessions for the forthcoming
Like a Rolling Stone Once upon a time, you dressed so fineThrew 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' youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging your next mealHow does it feel?How does it feel?To be on your own?With no direction home?Like a complete unknown?Like a rolling stone?You gone to the finest school, all right, miss lonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itNobody has ever taught you how to live out on the streetAnd now you're gonna have to get used to itYou said you'd never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd 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?Like a rolling stone?You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for youUsed to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a siamese catAin't it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he took from you everything he could stealHow 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 peopleThey're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it madeExchangin' all precious gifts, but I think you better take your diamond ringI think you better pawn it, babe!You used to be so amusedAt napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse!When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you got no secrets to concealHow does it feel?How does it feel?To be on your own?With no direction home?Like a complete unknown?Like a rolling stone? Como uma pedra rolando Algum tempo atrĂĄs, vocĂȘ se vestia tĂŁo bemAtirava centavos aos mendigos no seu auge, nĂŁo Ă©?As pessoas te chamavam, diziam: Cuidado, boneca! VocĂȘ com certeza vai cair!VocĂȘ pensava que todos estavam brincando com vocĂȘVocĂȘ costumava rir deTodo mundo que estava saindoAgora vocĂȘ nĂŁo fala tĂŁo altoAgora vocĂȘ nĂŁo parece tĂŁo orgulhosaEm ter que pechinchar pela sua prĂłxima refeiçãoQual Ă© a sensação?Qual Ă© a sensação?Estar por conta prĂłpria?De ficar sem um lar?Como uma total desconhecida?Como uma pedra rolando?VocĂȘ frequentou o melhor colĂ©gio, tudo bem, Senhorita SolitĂĄriaMas vocĂȘ sabe que sĂł costumava se embebedar neleNinguĂ©m jamais te ensinou como viver lĂĄ fora na ruaE agora vocĂȘ vai ter que se acostumar com issoVocĂȘ disse que nunca se comprometeriaCom o mendigo misterioso, mas agora vocĂȘ percebeEle nĂŁo estĂĄ vendendo nenhum ĂĄlibiEnquanto vocĂȘ olha dentro do vazio de seus olhosE diz: "VocĂȘ quer fazer um acordo?"Qual Ă© a sensação?Qual Ă© a sensação?De estar por conta prĂłpria?Sem um rumo para casa?Uma total desconhecida?Como uma pedra rolando?VocĂȘ nunca se virou para ver os olhares zangados dos malabaristas e palhaçosQuando todos eles faziam truques para vocĂȘVocĂȘ nunca entendeu que nĂŁo Ă© nada bomVocĂȘ nĂŁo deveria deixar outras pessoas se ferrarem por sua diversĂŁoVocĂȘ costumava andar num cavalo cromado com seu diplomataQue carregava em seu ombro um gato siamĂȘsNĂŁo Ă© duro quando vocĂȘ descobre queEle realmente nĂŁo estava onde estĂĄDepois dele ter tirado de vocĂȘ tudo que ele conseguiu roubarQual Ă© a sensação?Qual Ă© a sensação?De estar por conta prĂłpria?Sem um rumo para casa?Como uma total desconhecida?Como uma pedra rolando?Princesa na torre e todas as pessoas belasEstĂŁo todas bebendo, pensando que jĂĄ tĂȘm a vida ganhaTrocando todos os seus presentes valiosos, mas Ă© melhor vocĂȘ pegar seu anel de diamanteÉ melhor vocĂȘ penhorĂĄ-lo, querida!VocĂȘ costumava ficar tĂŁo entretidaPelo NapoleĂŁo vestido em trapos e pelo linguajar que ele usavaVĂĄ atĂ© ele agora, ele te chama, vocĂȘ nĂŁo pode recusarQuando vocĂȘ nĂŁo tem nada, vocĂȘ nĂŁo tem nada a perderVocĂȘ Ă© invisĂ­vel agora, vocĂȘ nĂŁo tem segredos para esconderQual Ă© a sensação?Qual Ă© a sensação?De estar por conta prĂłpria?Sem um rumo para casa?Como uma total desconhecida?Como uma pedra rolando?
SUBSCRIBE. “My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I roam,” sings Bob Dylan in his 1997 track titled after the Scottish region. And while his heart may remain in the rugged and wild north of
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 has ever taught you how to live on the street And 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 He’s not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him 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 Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and 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 drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you’d better lift 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 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? Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
Like a rolling stone. [Verse] C Dm. Aww, You never turned around to see the frowns. Em F G. On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you. C Dm Em. You never understood that it ain't no good. F G.
Eens was er een tijd dat je je zo mooi kleedde Je gooide de daklozen een stuiver toe, toen je in goede doen was Mensen spraken je aan, zeiden: "Pas op, pop, je zult nog eens ten val komen" Je dacht dat ze grapjes maakten Je lachte altijd Iedereen die daar buiten rondhing uit En nu loop je niet meer zo trots rond Nu praat je niet zo luid meer Over het bij elkaar scharrelen Van je volgende maaltijd Hoe voelt het Hoe voelt het Om alleen te zijn Om geen thuis te hebben Als iemand die niemand kent Als een rusteloze zwerver Je bent dan wel naar de beste school gegaan, eenzame dame Maar je weet dat je daar alleen dronken werd En niemand heeft je ooit geleerd Hoe je op straat moet leven Maar nu moet je Er maar aan wennen Je zei dat je je nooit zou inlaten Met die geheimzinnige zwerver, maar nu zie je in Dat hij geen excuses verkoopt Terwijl je in de leegte van zijn ogen staart En hem vraagt of hij een afspraak wil maken Hoe voelt het Hoe voelt het Om helemaal alleen te zijn Nergens een thuis Als iemand die niemand kent Als een rusteloze zwerver Hoe voelt het Hoe voelt het Om helemaal alleen te zijn Nergens een huis Als iemand die niemand kent Als een rusteloze zwerver Prinses op de steile helling en alle mooie mensen Ze drinken, denken Dat ze het voor elkaar hebben Geven elkaar allerlei dure cadeaus Maar je kunt beter je diamanten ring pakken Je kunt hem maar beter verpanden, schat Vroeger was je zo geamuseerd Bij het zien van Napoleon in vodden en de taal die hij gebruikte Ga nu naar hem toe, hij roept je, je kunt het niet weigeren Als je niets hebt, heb je ook niets te verliezen Je bent nu onzichtbaar, zonder geheimen om te verbergen Hoe voelt het Hoe voelt het Om helemaal alleen te zijn Nergens een huis Als iemand die niemand kent Als een rusteloze zwerver

To be without a home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone Oh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street And now you're gonna have to get used to it You say you never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He

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 has ever taught you how to live on the street And 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 He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him
Dylan. By Jon Landau. November 19, 1973. Columbia has a right to release unissued material by its former employee, Bob Dylan. And I personally want to hear most of it, especially outtakes from the
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