[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]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[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Next comes Love Sick….a great version, Bob looking very good center stage and nailing this one. The band was very tight with Bob nodding to the ‘new’ Colin Linden to take some solos. Colin was looking for direction and occasionally getting some from Tony.
~Brett Rosenthal (boblinks.com)[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Susquehanna Bank Center Camden, New Jersey 28 July 2013
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Oh my name it ain’t nothin’
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
The video is a splice between available footage from the July 27 & July 28 performances.
It starts with the first 4 verses from Freebody Park, Porch # 1 of Newport Casino, Newport, Rhode Island – 27 July 1963, and continues with 2 last verses from Freebody Park, Newport, Rhode Island – 28 July 1963.
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Well my heart’s in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart’s in the Highland
I’m gonna go there when I feel good enough to go[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Lovely version.
Madison Square Garden
New York City, New York
27 July 1999
Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
Charlie Sexton (guitar)
Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Come gather ’round friends and I’ll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Freebody Park Porch # 1 of Newport Casino Newport, Rhode Island 27 July 1963
In the north end of town, my own children are grown
Well, I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an’ the shovels they was a-humming
‘Til one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well, a long winter’s wait from the window I watched
My friends, they couldn’t have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh, the years passed again and the givin’ was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day’s shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
‘Til a man come to speak and he said in one week
That number eleven was closin’
They complained in the east, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain’t worth digging
That it’s much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
Then one morning’s wake, the bed it was bare
And I’s left alone with three children
The summer is gone, the ground’s turning cold
The stores one by one they’re a-foldin’
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain’t nothing here now to hold them
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Freebody Park
Newport, Rhode Island
26 July 1964 Newport Folk Festival