Bob Dylan nació con el nombre de Robert Allen Zimmerman el 24 de mayo de 1941 en Duluth, Minnesota (Estados Unidos). Está considerado uno de los compositores y músicos más influyentes y prolíficos del siglo XX y ha sido nominado varias veces al Premio Nobel de Literatura. En 2007 fue galardonado con el Premio Príncipe de Asturias de las Artes por ser un "mito viviente" de la historia de la música popular y "faro de una generación que tuvo el sueño de cambiar el mundo".
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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AC#mD Oh I'm sailing away, my own true love A I'm sailing away in the morning DA Is there something I can send you from across the sea C#mEDA From the place that I'll be landing
C#mEDA Repeat 8 Times
No there's nothing you can send me, my own true love There's nothing I wish to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might long want something fine Maybe silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona
If I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss That's all I wish to be owning
Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time And it's only that I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passing
How can, how can you ask me again Well it only brings me sorrow Oh, the same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow
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Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from his ship a-sailing Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling
If you, my love, must think thataway I'm sure your mind is a-roaming I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country where you're going
So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of stormy weather And yes, there is something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather [end on last G.]