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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Bob Dylan - The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest from the album "John Wesley Harding"
Played on a steel string acoustic guitar
The song consists of one chord loop repeated throughout the song, this is:
*with the first downstroke, only strum the bass notes of the chord
The Song:
intro - cycle through chord loop twice,
CEm Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, DmC They were the best of friends. CEm So when Frankie Lee needed money one day, DmC Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens CEm And placed them on a footstool DmC Just above the plotted plain, CDm Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy, EmC My loss will be your gain."
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down And put his fingers to his chin, But with the cold eyes of Judas on him, His head began to spin. "Could ya please not stare at me like that," he said, "It's just my foolish pride, For sometimes a man must be alone And this is no place to hide."
Well Judas, he just winked and said, "All right, I'll leave you here, But you'd better hurry up and choose Which of those bills you want, Before they all disappear." "I'm gonna start my pickin' right now, Just tell me where you'll be."
Judas pointed down the road And said eternity, "Eternity?" said Frankie Lee, With a voice as cold as ice. "That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity, Though you might call it 'Paradise.'"
"I don't call it anything," Said Frankie Lee with a smile. "All right," said Judas Priest, "I'll see you after a while."
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down, Feelin' low and mean, When just then a passing stranger Burst upon the scene, Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler, Whose father's deceased? Well, if you are, There's a fellow callin' you down the road And they say his name is Priest."
"Oh, yes, he is my friend," Said Frankie Lee in fright, "I do recall him very well, In fact, he just left my sight." "Yes, that's the one," said the stranger, As quiet as a mouse, "Well, my message is, he's down the road, Stranded in a house."
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked, He dropped ev'rything and ran Until he came unto the spot Where Judas Priest did stand. "What kind of house is this," he said, "Where I have come to roam?" "It's not a house," says Judas Priest, "It's not a house, it's a home."
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled, He soon lost all control Over everything which he had made While the mission bells did toll. He just stood there staring At that big house as bright as any sun, With four and twenty windows And a woman's face in every one.
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee With a soulful, bounding leap, And, foaming at the mouth, He began to make his midnight creep. For sixteen nights and days he raved, But on the seventeenth he burst Into the arms of Judas Priest, Which is where he died of thirst.
No one tried to say a thing When they carried him out in jest, Except, of course, the little neighbour boy Who carried him to rest. And he just walked along, alone, With his guilt all well concealed, And muttered underneath his breath, "Nothing is revealed."
Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbour carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.