{"id":20650,"date":"2026-04-22T10:35:04","date_gmt":"2026-04-22T13:35:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/?p=20650"},"modified":"2026-04-27T10:54:06","modified_gmt":"2026-04-27T13:54:06","slug":"uma-musica-por-dia-simple-twist-of-fate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/2026\/04\/22\/uma-musica-por-dia-simple-twist-of-fate\/","title":{"rendered":"Uma m\u00fasica por dia: Simple Twist of Fate"},"content":{"rendered":"

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DIA 13: “Uma m\u00fasica dos anos 70”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bob Dylan lan\u00e7ou “Simple Twist of Fate”, uma can\u00e7\u00e3o sobre um relacionamento fadado ao fracasso, no cl\u00e1ssico \u00e1lbum “Blood on The Tracks<\/a>“, de 1975, e desde ent\u00e3o vem revisando continuamente a letra em suas apresenta\u00e7\u00f5es ao vivo ao longo das d\u00e9cadas (inclusive em suas apresenta\u00e7\u00f5es mais recentes em 2024, quase 50 anos depois).<\/p>\n

\u201cMuitas pessoas me dizem que gostam desse \u00e1lbum e \u00e9 dif\u00edcil para mim me relacionar com isso. Como voc\u00eas podem gostar desse tipo de dor?\u201d, disse Dylan certa vez. Quando acompanhou o pai em uma das sess\u00f5es, o garotinho Jakob Dylan sentiu que o \u00e1lbum era \u201cmeus pais conversando\u201d.<\/p>\n

Jeff Tweedy, do Wilco, gravou uma vers\u00e3o reverente dessa can\u00e7\u00e3o para a trilha sonora do filme “I’m Not There<\/a>” (2007).<\/p>\n

“Simple Twist of Fate”, Bob Dylan<\/em>
\ndo \u00e1lbum “Blood on The Tracks” (1975)<\/em><\/p>\n

They sat together in the park
\nAs the evening sky grew dark
\nShe looked at him and he felt a spark
\nTingle to his bones
\n‘Twas then he felt alone
\nAnd wished that he’d gone straight
\nAnd watched out for a simple twist of fate<\/p>\n

They walked along by the old canal
\nA little confused, I remember well
\nAnd stopped into a strange hotel
\nWith a neon burnin’ bright
\nHe felt the heat of the night
\nHit him like a freight train
\nMoving with a simple twist of fate<\/p>\n

A saxophone someplace far-off played
\nAs she was walkin’ on by the arcade
\nAs the light bust through a beat-up shade
\nWhere he was waking up
\nShe dropped a coin into the cup
\nOf a blind man at the gate
\nAnd forgot about a simple twist of fate<\/p>\n

He woke up, the room was bare
\nHe didn’t see her anywhere
\nHe told himself he didn’t care
\nPushed the window open wide
\nFelt an emptiness inside
\nTo which he just could not relate
\nBrought on by a simple twist of fate<\/p>\n

He hears the ticking of the clocks
\nAnd walks along with a parrot that talks
\nHunts her down by the waterfront docks
\nWhere the sailors all come in
\nMaybe she’ll pick him out again
\nHow long must he wait?
\nOne more time, for a simple twist of fate<\/p>\n

People tell me it’s a sin
\nTo know and feel too much within
\nI still believe she was my twin
\nBut I lost the ring
\nShe was born in spring
\nBut I was born too late
\nBlame it on a simple twist of fate<\/p>\n