Song for Bob Dylan, la canción que David Bowie le dedicó e incluyó en el álbum 'Honky Dory', 1971

En la primavera de 1971, David Bowie entró en los Trident Studios de Londres para grabar una de las canciones que, si bien no llegaría ser muy conocida por el público, en cambio reflejaba las buenas relaciones entre los músicos que entonces lideraban el panorama musical en clave de rock. El tema en cuestión era Song for Bob Dylan, que Bowie incluyó en el álbum de aquel año, Hunky Dory. Pese al peculiar estilo del Camaleón del rock, Song for Dylan lleva impregnadas ciertas influencias del sonido mercurial del Blonde on Blonde, el magistral doble álbum de Dylan de 1966. David Bowie interpretaría este tema a lo largo de sus conciertos de 1972, de los que destaco el de Aylesbury y el de Dunstable, éste último celebrado el 21 de junio con buena interpretación junto a su guitarrista Mick Ronson.

uOh, hear this robert zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
Some words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She’ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on the wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We’d rather be scared
Together than alone
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She’ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Aoo
Now hear this robert zimmerman
Though I don’t suppose we’ll meet
Ask your good friend dylan
If he’d gaze a while down the old street
Tell him we’ve lost his poems
So they’re writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You’re every nation’s refugee
Don’t leave us with their sanity
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She’ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Come on
A couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Oh, here she comes, (oh) here she comes
Oh, here she comes (oh)