{"id":18526,"date":"2020-03-29T23:33:36","date_gmt":"2020-03-30T02:33:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/?p=18526"},"modified":"2020-03-29T23:33:38","modified_gmt":"2020-03-30T02:33:38","slug":"quase-17-minutos-de-bob-dylan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/2020\/03\/29\/quase-17-minutos-de-bob-dylan\/","title":{"rendered":"(Quase) 17 minutos de Bob Dylan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Bob Dylan - Murder Most Foul (Official Audio)\" width=\"450\" height=\"253\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3NbQkyvbw18?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>[Verse 1]<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It was a dark day in Dallas, November &#8217;63<\/em><br \/>\n<em>A day that will live on in?infamy<\/em><br \/>\n<em>President?Kennedy was a-ridin&#8217;?high<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Good day to be livin&#8217; and?a good day to die<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb<\/em><br \/>\n<em>He said, &#8220;Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>&#8220;Of course we do, we know who you are!&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Shot down like a dog in broad daylight<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Was a matter of timing and the timing was right<\/em><br \/>\n<em>You got unpaid debts, we&#8217;ve come to collect<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We&#8217;re gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We&#8217;ll mock you and shock you and we&#8217;ll put it in your face<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We&#8217;ve already got someone here to take your place<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The day they blew out the brains of the king<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Right there in front of everyone&#8217;s eyes<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Greatest magic trick ever under the sun<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Perfectly executed, skillfully done<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Wolfman, oh Wolfman, oh Wolfman, howl<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Rub-a-dub-dub, it&#8217;s a murder most foul<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>[Verse 2]<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Hush, little children, you&#8217;ll understand<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The Beatles are comin&#8217;, they&#8217;re gonna hold your hand<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Slide down the banister, go get your coat<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ferry &#8216;cross the Mersey and go for the throat<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There&#8217;s three bums comin&#8217; all dressed in rags<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Pick up the pieces and lower the flags<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;m goin&#8217; to Woodstock, it&#8217;s the Aquarian Age<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Then I&#8217;ll go over to Altamont and sit near the stage<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Put your head out the window, let the good times roll<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There&#8217;s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Stack up the bricks, pour the cement<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Don&#8217;t say Dallas don&#8217;t love you, Mr. President<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Try to make it to the triple underpass<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Blackface singer, whiteface clown<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Better not show your faces after the sun goes down<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Up in the red light district, they&#8217;ve got cop on the beat<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Living in a nightmare on Elm Street<\/em><br \/>\n<em>When you&#8217;re down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Don&#8217;t ask what your country can do for you<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;m going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The place where faith, hope, and charity died<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can<\/em><br \/>\n<em>See if you can shoot the invisible man<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Goodbye, Charlie! Goodbye, Uncle Sam!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don&#8217;t give a damn<\/em><br \/>\n<em>What is the truth, and where did it go?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know<\/em><br \/>\n<em>&#8220;Shut your mouth,&#8221; said a wise old owl<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Business is business, and it&#8217;s a murder most foul<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>[Verse 3]<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Tommy, can you hear me? I&#8217;m the Acid Queen<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;m riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ridin&#8217; in the back seat next to my wife<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Headed straight on in to the afterlife<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;m leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Hold on, I&#8217;ve been led into some kind of a trap<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We&#8217;re right down the street, from the street where you live<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They mutilated his body and they took out his brain<\/em><br \/>\n<em>What more could they do? They piled on the pain<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at<\/em><br \/>\n<em>For the last fifty years they&#8217;ve been searchin&#8217; for that<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Send me some lovin&#8217;, then tell me no lie<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Wake up, little Susie, let&#8217;s go for a drive<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Cross the Trinity River, let&#8217;s keep hope alive<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Turn the radio on, don&#8217;t touch the dials<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Parkland Hospital, only six more miles<\/em><br \/>\n<em>You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;m just a patsy like Patsy Cline<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Never shot anyone from in front or behind<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;ve blood in my eye, got blood in my ear<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;m never gonna make it to the new frontier<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Zapruder&#8217;s film I seen night before<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It&#8217;s vile and deceitful, it&#8217;s cruel and it&#8217;s mean<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ugliest thing that you ever have seen<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They killed him once and they killed him twice<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Killed him like a human sacrifice<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The day that they killed him, someone said to me, &#8220;Son<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The age of the Antichrist has just only begun&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Air Force One comin&#8217; in through the gate<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Johnson sworn in at 2:38<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It is what it is, and it&#8217;s murder most foul<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>[Verse 4]<\/em><br \/>\n<em>What&#8217;s new, pussycat? What&#8217;d I say?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I said the soul of a nation been torn away<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And it&#8217;s beginning to go into a slow decay<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And that it&#8217;s thirty-six hours past Judgment Day<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Wolfman Jack, he&#8217;s speaking in tongues<\/em><br \/>\n<em>He&#8217;s going on and on at the top of his lungs<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for me in my long Cadillac<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play me that &#8220;Only the Good Die Young&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;St. James Infirmary&#8221; and the Court of King James<\/em><br \/>\n<em>If you want to remember, you better write down the names<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Etta James, too, play &#8220;I&#8217;d Rather Go Blind&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for the man with the telepathic mind<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play John Lee Hooker, play &#8220;Scratch My Back&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for that strip club owner named Jack<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Guitar Slim going down slow<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>[Verse 5]<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Please Don&#8217;t Let Me Be Misunderstood&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for the First Lady, she ain&#8217;t feeling any good<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Take it to the limit and let it go by<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for Carl Wilson, too<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Tragedy&#8221;, play &#8220;Twilight Time&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play another one and &#8220;Another One Bites the Dust&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;The Old Rugged Cross&#8221; and &#8220;In God We Trust&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Stand there and wait for his head to explode<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Mystery Train&#8221; for Mr. Mystery<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for the dog that got no master<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Blue Sky,&#8221; play Dickey Betts<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Charlie Parker and all that junk<\/em><br \/>\n<em>All that junk and &#8220;All That Jazz&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play the numbers, play the odds<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Cry Me a River&#8221; for the Lord of the gods<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Number nine, play Number six<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Nat King Cole, play &#8220;Nature Boy&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Down in the Boondocks&#8221; for Terry Malloy<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;It Happened One Night&#8221; and &#8220;One Night of Sin&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There&#8217;s twelve million souls that are listening in<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Merchant of Venice&#8221;, play &#8220;Merchants of Death&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Stella by Starlight&#8221; for Lady Macbeth<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Don&#8217;t worry, Mr. President, help&#8217;s on the way<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Your brothers are comin&#8217;, there&#8217;ll be hell to pay<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Brothers? What brothers? What&#8217;s this about hell?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Tell them, &#8220;We&#8217;re waiting, keep coming,&#8221; we&#8217;ll get them as well<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Love Field is where his plane touched down<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But it never did get back up off the ground<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Was a hard act to follow, second to none<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They killed him on the altar of the rising sun<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Misty&#8221; for me and &#8220;That Old Devil Moon&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Anything Goes&#8221; and &#8220;Memphis in June&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Lonely at the Top&#8221; and &#8220;Lonely Are the Brave&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play it for Houdini spinning around in his grave<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play Jelly Roll Morton, play &#8220;Lucille&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Deep in a Dream&#8221;, and play &#8220;Driving Wheel&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Moonlight Sonata&#8221; in F-sharp<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And &#8220;A Key to the Highway&#8221; for the king on the harp<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Marching Through Georgia&#8221; and &#8220;Dumbarton&#8217;s Drums&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play darkness and death will come when it comes<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;Love Me or Leave Me&#8221; by the great Bud Powell<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Play &#8220;The Blood-Stained Banner&#8221;, play &#8220;Murder Most Foul&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Verse 1] It was a dark day in Dallas, November &#8217;63 A day that will live on in?infamy President?Kennedy was a-ridin&#8217;?high Good day to be livin&#8217; and?a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb He said, &#8220;Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?&#8221; &#8220;Of course we do, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[248],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18526"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18526"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18526\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18527,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18526\/revisions\/18527"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18526"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18526"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18526"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}