Prix Nobel de Litt\u00e9rature pour Bob Dylan !<\/a><\/p>\n Alors, pour un fan de Dylan comme moi, que dire d\u2019autre ? Rien ! C\u2019est vraiment vraiment cool !<\/p>\n Laissons les vieilles barbes de la litt\u00e9rature \u00ab s\u00e9rieuse \u00bb s\u2019\u00e9touffer d\u2019indignation ! Laissons les plumitifs et leur train de retard en 1966 ! Nous savons nous ici que Dylan est vivant (et Sinatra mort \u00a0\ud83d\ude00 ), que son verbe est magnifique et puis c\u2019est tout ! Et puis voir Dylan au\u00a0le journal de TF1, le pied non ?<\/p>\n Shadows are falling and I\u2019ve been here all day Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain Well I been to London and I been to gay Paris I was born here and I’ll die here against my will Les Inrocks : pourquoi Bob Dylan m\u00e9rite le prix Nobel de litt\u00e9rature !<\/a><\/p>\nNot Dark Yet<\/a><\/h2>\n
\nIt’s too hot to sleep time is running away
\nFeel like my soul has turned into steel
\nI’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
\nThere’s not even room enough to be anywhere
\nIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there<\/p>\n
\nBehind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
\nShe wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
\nShe put down in writin’ what was in her mind
\nI just don’t see why I should even care
\nIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there<\/p>\n
\nI followed the river and I got to the sea
\nI’ve been down to the bottom of a world full of lies
\nI ain’t lookin for nothin’ in anyone’s eyes
\nSometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
\nIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there<\/p>\n
\nI know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standin’ still
\nEvery nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
\nI can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
\nDon’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
\nIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there<\/p>\n