Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Sambodromo Praça da Apoteose Rio de Janeiro, Brazil 11 April 1998 Bob Dylan guesting The Rolling Stones
I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
Radio City Music Hall New York City, New York 25 February 1998 40th Annual Grammy Awards.
If you could ignore this overly commercial setting, Dylan’s performance itself was splendid, in spite of a rather bizarre distraction. In the middle of Bob’s set, shirtless, self-styled ‘almost-vegetarian-multi-genre mastermind-artist’ Michael Portnoy jumped on stage with the words “SOY BOMB” written in block letters on his body. Dylan and the band just kept playing, though the expression on Dylan’s face spoke volumes. Still, at least Portnoy’s complaint injected some spontaneity into the Grammies . “Soy is protein and life and energy, and bomb is explosive and propulsive,” the stage invader explained to the press. “All art should be soy -bombs.”
~Andrew Muir (One More Night: Bob Dylan’s Never Ending Tour)
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