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Hi everybody, I was browsing through some great artists and suddently came over a news article by *domangel about music and art.
Have you ever thought of a good song when you have seen a picture you like, or imagined your loved ones in a frame when you heard a great song? I certainly have more than once.

I am, for many reasons, fond of the lyrics when I listen to music. Maybe it's because I like breaking a song down to something simple and understandable. Sometimes the lyrics are the only good thing about a song. a lot of people feels that Bob Dylan is exceptional because of his lyrics and could do without his voice, I like his(as my mother would claim it like) goat voice and the stubborn march through the lyrics. I chose a great song from his early days when his voice we a bit more crisp and sound.

What I want you to do now is go and start this video:

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Then scroll through the lyrics below as the song progress..
Enjoy the show and thank you for reading.
-I'd like some feedback from you on this approach to music and art.








Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.








Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'.
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.








Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside
Is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.








Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'. (sorry, couldn't resist)








The line it is drawn
And the curse it is cast
The slowest one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

(I can recommend clicking the thumbnails, some of the details are outstanding)

/Simon