Caribean winds.... always from the same direction.. same strenght... and always there! Making the heat bearable! Lovely predictable! Fine song❣️🌹 Thanks nightly moth💥 Thanks Dylan🌺❤️
Fun connection: this song’s chords progression in ALL versions and particularly his starting note in THIS version is near identical to Wagon Wheel, aka, the song whose chorus/chords he wrote and was covered much later by Old Crow Medicine show. So let this remind you of Wagon Wheel but then remember that he’s the real reason that it does 😅
I have a book called Still on the Road a must read on every conceivable song ever started. The amount of songs recorded through to the end or stopped after partial takes from 1981 could fill 6 albums. Yonder comes Sin sounding like a Rolling Stones song and a shame it wasn’t til Trouble no More ten years ago saw an official release. Caribbean Wind seemed to be one of the songs he couldn’t find the vision he wanted for it. But to leave it off Shot of Love is as mystifying as leaving Blind Willie McTell or any number of great songs off Infidels or Shot of love. 😎 Only Bob could discard classics even during stretches like the second half of the 80’s when the well was dry so to speak prior to Oh Mercy. Another artist would of packaged up those songs to see them through. Bob though wanted them judged while he was at or near the top and waited. Not many could hold out so long. Seek out “Still on the road” it’s a treasure of behind the scenes of songs recorded and discarded through his career.
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy Told about Jesus, told about the rain She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy Was she a child or a woman, I can’t say which From one to another she could easily switch We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach Could I been used and played as a pawn? It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore She said, “We got a mutual friend over by the door And you know he’s got our best interest in mind” He was well connected but her heart was a snare And she had left him to die in there There were payments due and he was a little behind The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head Ceiling fan broken, there’s a heat in my bed Street band playing “Nearer My God to Thee” We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring She said, “I know what you’re thinking, but there ain’t a thing You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree” And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire Atlantic City by the cold grey sea I hear a voice crying, “Daddy,” I always think it’s for me But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call Every new messenger brings evil report ’Bout armies on the march and time that is short And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls Would I have married her? I don’t know, I suppose She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes But I kept hearing my name and had to be movin’ on I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin I saw a house in the country being torn from within I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire bobdylan.com/songs/caribbean-wind
Utterly strange that this one didn’t get an official release. Hence still my favorite bootleg song of Dylan’s ever.
Thanks man, love this song,how can anybody say one is better than another,but this is paradise. Love every version till the day I die
Caribean winds.... always from the same direction.. same strenght... and always there! Making the heat bearable! Lovely predictable! Fine song❣️🌹 Thanks nightly moth💥
Thanks Dylan🌺❤️
Great song
What a A wonderful song ! Thank you Nightly Moth.
Fun connection: this song’s chords progression in ALL versions and particularly his starting note in THIS version is near identical to Wagon Wheel, aka, the song whose chorus/chords he wrote and was covered much later by Old Crow Medicine show. So let this remind you of Wagon Wheel but then remember that he’s the real reason that it does 😅
So much better than the slickly produced version on Biograph
Love them both. One of Bob's greatest songs.Incredible lyrics on both versions.
@@simondennis4781 Agreed
disagree here, but like this version as well
The 12 string in this for me makes it. Just grating away all the way through the song. It's a masterpiece in my opinion.
I have a book called Still on the Road a must read on every conceivable song ever started. The amount of songs recorded through to the end or stopped after partial takes from 1981 could fill 6 albums. Yonder comes Sin sounding like a Rolling Stones song and a shame it wasn’t til Trouble no More ten years ago saw an official release. Caribbean Wind seemed to be one of the songs he couldn’t find the vision he wanted for it. But to leave it off Shot of Love is as mystifying as leaving Blind Willie McTell or any number of great songs off Infidels or Shot of love. 😎
Only Bob could discard classics even during stretches like the second half of the 80’s when the well was dry so to speak prior to Oh Mercy. Another artist would of packaged up those songs to see them through. Bob though wanted them judged while he was at or near the top and waited. Not many could hold out so long. Seek out “Still on the road” it’s a treasure of behind the scenes of songs recorded and discarded through his career.
Should've been included on Springtime in NY
Música mais linda ,grande Bob DYLAN
SUPERB
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Such a great share! Merry Christmas
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This sounds amazing on a 12 string guitar.
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She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy
Was she a child or a woman, I can’t say which
From one to another she could easily switch
We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach
Could I been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire
She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
She said, “We got a mutual friend over by the door
And you know he’s got our best interest in mind”
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
There were payments due and he was a little behind
The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there’s a heat in my bed
Street band playing “Nearer My God to Thee”
We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring
She said, “I know what you’re thinking, but there ain’t a thing
You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree”
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
I hear a voice crying, “Daddy,” I always think it’s for me
But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger brings evil report
’Bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls
Would I have married her? I don’t know, I suppose
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
But I kept hearing my name and had to be movin’ on
I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin
I saw a house in the country being torn from within
I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire
bobdylan.com/songs/caribbean-wind
not quite right the lyrics. nice try.
Dylan les viene grande a la mayoría de los mortales.
Scream like the punk.
Underage in my opinion
Great song