Joan Baez - Sad-Eyed Lady Of The LowLands - by Bob Dylan - Tina Aumont - Diary of Late 60s Early 70s
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- Опубликовано: 2 янв 2024
- song: Sad-Eyed Lady Of The LowLands original by Bob Dylan but performed by Joan Baez
video: The inspiration of this video it's Jonas Mekas movies and 70s witch aesthetic
home movies from the 70s
most of the clips are from one of my favourite channels @i'm cyborg but that's ok
and Frédéric Pardo's Home Movie, filmed in Morocco 1968 on the set of Philippe Garrel's Le Lit de la Vierge, The Howl (1970) Fade into you videoclip by Mazzy Star
I think this is one of the best and longest love letter that it's ever written.
"Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" is a song by the American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan. First released as the final track on Dylan's seventh studio album Blonde on Blonde (1966), the song lasts 11 minutes and 23 seconds, and occupies the entire fourth side of the double album. The song was written by Dylan and produced by Bob Johnston. The recording session began at 6 pm on February 15, 1966, at Columbia Studio A, Nashville, Tennessee, but Dylan worked on the lyrics for several hours while the experienced Nashville session musicians hired to accompany him stood by. Four takes were recorded in the early hours of February 16; the final recording was released on Blonde on Blonde. The music is a waltz in 6/8 time.
Some writers have concluded that the song refers to Joan Baez, although most agree that it was composed for Dylan's wife Sara Lownds. Dylan refers to writing the song for his wife in his track "Sara" (1975). Commentators have pointed to literary allusions in "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" which include William Blake's "The Tyger", Algernon Swinburne's "Dolores", and verses of the Bible.
Joan Chandos Baez born January 9, 1941 is an American singer, songwriter, musician, and activist.
Maria Christina "Tina" Aumont (February 14, 1946 - October 28, 2006) was an American actress. She was the daughter of French actor Jean-Pierre Aumont and Dominican actress Maria Montez. She made her acting debut in the British film Modesty Blaise (1966), but later had a prominent career as a leading lady in Italian films.
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
Oh, who do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well-protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
Who could they get to carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them did think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus, with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn't know it would have happened like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
How could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever have persuaded you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man's come
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion in your fingertips now enfold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait? 
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A beautiful version. I love the original of course but this one by Joan does it more than justice. ❤
woow, i wish the times were back, bless you dear
THE SONG VERY VERY GOOD!!!ezio !!
Just found ur channel wooooo humble muso here and lyric writer again hello from down under . Not into vid uploads but you and your people maybe you do it your own would not surprise me uploads are bordering on magic enough said nice work indeed.
Con la tua bocca di mercurio nei tempi missionari
E i tuoi occhi come fumo e le tue preghiere come rime
E la tua croce d'argento e la tua voce come rintocchi
Oh, chi pensano che potrebbe seppellirti?
Con le tasche finalmente ben protette
E le tue visioni da tram che metti sull'erba
E la tua carne come seta e il tuo viso come vetro
Chi potrebbero convincerti a trasportarti?
Signora delle pianure dagli occhi tristi
Dove il profeta dagli occhi tristi dice che nessun uomo viene
I miei occhi da magazzino, i miei tamburi arabi
Dovrei metterli al tuo cancello, o signora dagli occhi tristi, dovrei aspettare?
Con le tue lenzuola come metallo e la tua cintura come pizzo
E nel tuo mazzo di carte mancano il fante e l'asso
E i tuoi vestiti da cantina e la tua faccia scavata
Chi tra loro pensava di poterti battere?
Con la tua silhouette quando la luce del sole si attenua
Nei tuoi occhi dove nuota la luce della luna
E le tue canzoni sulle buste di fiammiferi e i tuoi inni gitani
Chi di loro cercherebbe di impressionarti?
Signora delle pianure dagli occhi tristi
Dove il profeta dagli occhi tristi dice che nessun uomo viene
I miei occhi da magazzino, i miei tamburi arabi
Dovrei metterli al tuo cancello, o signora dagli occhi tristi, dovrei aspettare?
I re di Tiro, con la loro lista dei condannati
Stanno aspettando in fila per il loro bacio al geranio
E non sapresti che sarebbe successo così
Ma chi di loro vuole davvero solo baciarti?
Con le fiamme della tua infanzia sul tuo tappeto di mezzanotte
E i tuoi modi spagnoli e le droghe di tua madre
E la tua bocca da cowboy e i tuoi tappi da coprifuoco
Chi tra loro pensi che potrebbe resisterti?
Signora delle pianure dagli occhi tristi
Dove il profeta dagli occhi tristi dice che nessun uomo viene
I miei occhi da magazzino, i miei tamburi arabi
Dovrei lasciarli al tuo cancello, o signora dagli occhi tristi, dovrei aspettare?
Oh, gli agricoltori e gli uomini d'affari, hanno deciso tutti
Per mostrarti dove sono gli angeli morti che si nascondevano
Ma perché ti hanno scelto per simpatizzare con la loro parte?
Come potrebbero mai sbagliarti?
Avrebbero voluto che tu avessi accettato la colpa per la fattoria
Ma con il mare ai tuoi piedi e il falso allarme
E con il figlio del teppista stretto tra le tue braccia
Come avrebbero mai potuto convincerti?
Signora delle pianure dagli occhi tristi
Dove il profeta dagli occhi tristi dice che non è venuto nessuno
I miei occhi da magazzino, i miei tamburi arabi
Dovrei lasciarli al tuo cancello, o signora dagli occhi tristi, dovrei aspettare?
Con il tuo ricordo di lamiera di Cannery Row
E il marito della rivista che un giorno dovette andarsene
E la tua gentilezza adesso, che non puoi fare a meno di mostrare
Chi tra loro pensi che ti assumerebbe?
Ora stai dalla parte del tuo ladro e sei in libertà vigilata
Con il tuo sacro medaglione tra le dita ora avvolgilo
E il tuo viso da santo e la tua anima da fantasma
Chi tra loro potrebbe mai pensare di poterti distruggere?
Signora delle pianure dagli occhi tristi
Dove il profeta dagli occhi tristi dice che nessun uomo viene
I miei occhi da magazzino, i miei tamburi arabi
Dovrei lasciarli al tuo cancello, o signora dagli occhi tristi, dovrei aspettare?
Beautiful !
Awesome !! Needs more views!!
What a great video pared with probably the greatest song ever written. I got so emotioal watching it, so, thank you so much. Can i ask you the name of the girl?
I'm glad you like it, thanks for watched it! The actress it's Tina Aumont
@@estellemccartney
Actress?
She sold me...
I was convinced she was a real rich chick from way back then
...ala Sedgewick...
And she had a servant go with her everywhere with a 8mm to capture all her escapades and her constant giving it up to punks on the floor....
Great song and marvellous interpretation by Joan❤! But never understood how Joan could have sung this song speaking of Sara, the woman Bob left Joan for 🤔!!
@@jillmartin8601 Completely agree! It's clear in Diamonds and Rust.
Spanish manners? Voice like chimes? Gypsy hymns? This song is
about Joan Baez!
@@matthewbecker964 Dylan the King of ambiguity !
It sure is@@matthewbecker964
Spanish manners? Voice like chimes? Gypsy hymns? This song is
about Joan Baez!