>>130198985
I like Dylans songs more than Simon. Dudes voice was shit, but he wrote some great simple melodies. Simon is kinda like Prince to me, could do it all, but no interresting output.

brutal thread already.

>>130198985
Dylan is the superior songwriter, end of story
His writing is more innovative, creative, poetic than Simon's

One Too Many Mornings (1964)
>From the crossroads of my doorstep
>My eyes start to fade
>And I turn my head back to the room
>Where my love and I have laid
>And I gaze back to the street
>The sidewalk and the sign
>And I'm one too many mornings
>And a thousand miles behind

To Ramona (1964)
>You've been fooled into thinking
>That the finishin' end is at hand
>Yet there's no one to beat you
>No one to defeat you
>'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

It Ain't Me Babe (1964)
>Go melt back in the night
>Everything inside is made of stone
>There's nothing in here moving
>An' anyway I'm not alone
>You say you're looking for someone
>Who'll pick you up each time you fall
>To gather flowers constantly
>An' to come each time you call
>A lover for your life an' nothing more
>But it ain't me, babe, etc.

One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later) - 1966
>I couldn't see what you could show me
>Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
>I couldn't see how you could know me
>But you said you knew me and I believed you did
>When you whispered in my ear
>And asked me if I was leavin' with you or her
>I didn't realize just what I did hear
>I didn't realize how young you were.

>But sooner or later one of us must know
>But you just doing what you're supposed to do
>Sooner or later one of us must know
>That I really did try to get close to you.


Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands (1966)
>With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
>Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
>And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
>Who among them would try to impress you?

And these are just the songs dealing with the topic of love, not even including his political songs

>>130199433
Tough Mama (1974)
>Sweet goddess
>Born of a blinding light and a changing wind
>Now don't be modest, you know who you are and where you've been
>Jack, the cowboy, went up north, he's buried in your past
>The lone wolf went out drinking, that was over pretty fast
>Sweet goddess
>Your perfect stranger's coming in at last

Something There Is About You (1974)
>Something there is about you that strikes a match in me
>Is it the way your body moves or is it the way your hair blows free
>Or is it because you remind me of something that used to be
>Something that's crossed over from another century

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go (1975)
>I've seen love go by my door
>It's never been this close before
>Never been so easy or so slow
>I've been shooting in the dark too long
>When something not right it's wrong
>Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

>Dragon clouds so high above
>I've only known careless love
>It's always hit me from below
>This time around it's more correct
>Right on target so direct
>Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Shelter From The Storm (1975)
>And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
>I'll always do my best for her on that I give my word
>In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
>"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"

Oh Sister (1976)
>Oh sister when I come to knock on your door
>Don't turn away you'll create sorrow
>Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
>You may not see me tomorrow.

Is Your Love In Vain? (1978)
>All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
>If I'm a fool you can have the night, you can have the morning too
>Can you cook and sew, make flowers grow
>Do you understand my pain?
>Are you willing to risk it all
>Or is you love in vain?

>Can you cook and sew, make flowers grow
>Do you understand my pain?
>Are you willing to risk it all
>Or is you love in vain?

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, I heard the hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
(And) see the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
(I can) hear the undertaker's bell
(Yeah), nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, God is in heaven
And we all want what's his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

>>130198985
New daily spammer just dropped, and it's some inane bullshit like always. Look forward to seeing this thread for the next five years

The kingdoms of experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden

The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden

At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

She was working in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer.
I just kept looking at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair.
Said to me Don't I know your name?
I muttered something underneath my breath.
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe.
Tangled up in blue.