Bob Dylan - Every Grain of Sand - Praha (3) 06.10.2024

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  • Опубликовано: 2 фев 2025

Комментарии • 10

  • @kibblesnbits9146
    @kibblesnbits9146 Месяц назад

    So tender, so pure... and the deconstructed piano and harmonica solos were special

  • @100Equipoise
    @100Equipoise 3 месяца назад +1

    Thank you. Long Live Bob Dylan

  • @0otee
    @0otee 3 месяца назад +2

    Thanks GCBlom🌺💥🌺 Hear that fountain water splashing sound of the Piano of Bob Dylan🌹🌺❣️beneath his loving hands… supporting his voice🌹💥🌺🎶Harppppp❣️

  • @claudeboni3622
    @claudeboni3622 3 месяца назад +2

    ❤😍what a nice lullaby...full of humility and gentleness....

  • @csny-xg3wd
    @csny-xg3wd 3 месяца назад +2

    Thanks for these great moments !

  • @nissi.k
    @nissi.k 3 месяца назад +1

    Beautiful! Thank you very much! 🙏✨

  • @andrewbaker4253
    @andrewbaker4253 3 месяца назад +1

    In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
    When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
    There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
    Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair
    Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
    Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
    In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
    In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand
    Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
    Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
    The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
    To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
    I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
    And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name
    Then onward in my journey I come to understand
    That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
    I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
    In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
    In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
    In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
    I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
    Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
    I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
    Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
    Source: LyricFind
    Songwriters: Bob Dylan

  • @knockedoutloaded279
    @knockedoutloaded279 3 месяца назад +1

    Can't wait for Nov 1st, 2024...

  • @mikebarker9910
    @mikebarker9910 3 месяца назад +1

    Sounded like the best version of the first three nights

  • @matiaslegrand
    @matiaslegrand 3 месяца назад +3

    So this is the first ever concert with the new sound?? Interesting.
    Electric piano - 2002 / 2005
    IOT - 2006 / 2012
    Grand piano - 2012 / 2019
    VOX piano - 2019 / 2023
    Baby grand piano - 2023 / ?
    Synth - 2024 / ?