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Rating: Who is this kid and why is he shouting so much? It's ’62, before "Freewheeling’", and there’s a twenty-year-old with a goofy hat and a mischievous smile shrieking and yelling and spitting into the harmonica over blues and folk tradition pieces.
He strums the guitar, he's not a virtuoso but he knows how to handle it. His voice is a bit hoarse, trying to imitate the classics, namely Woody Guthrie. It’s the non-voice of the non-singing of this kid: screams, goes up and down, gets angry and calms down, then pauses for twenty seconds on the U of "Freight Train Blues" and ends with uuu-yuhu-u and it makes you laugh. The voice might not be pleasant, but it conveys something.
Woody Guthrie is the star illuminating Zimmy's first record release, who just became Bob Dylan, a self-titled album, or perhaps untitled. Not essential, but the first cries of the greatest of all time are worth listening to. "Song to Woody" (lyrics Dylan, music Guthrie, what a combination!), "House Of The Rising Sun", "She’s No Good", "Baby, Let Me Follow You Down" are enjoyable and the rest isn’t bad either. It’s a pity that only "Song To Woody" and "Talkin’ NY" (wow, how fun this is) are original. An album of covers, of traditional songs, as a debut.
Maybe back then they didn’t know. Now we clearly see what that kid with the mischievous smile was shouting about.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
06 Pretty Peggy-O (03:23)
(First release—Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan)
I've been around this whole country
But I never yet found Fennario.
Well, as we marched down
As we marched down
Well, as we marched down to Fennario
Well, our captain fell in love
With a lady like a dove
Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O
Well, what will your mother say
What will your mother say
What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O
What will your mother say
To know you're going away
You're never, never, never coming back-io ?
Come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come a-running down your stairs
Comb back your yellow hair
You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io.
The lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O
The lieutenant he has gone
Long gone
He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo.
Well, our captain he is dead
Our captain he is dead
Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O
Well, our captain he is dead
Died for a maid
He's buried somewheres in Louisiana-O.
08 Gospel Plow (01:46)
(First release—Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan)
Mary wore three links of chain,
Every link was Jesus name,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Mary, Mark and Luke and John,
All them prophets are dead and gone,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Well I never been to heaven, but I've been told,
Streets up there are lined with gold,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
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