#Bringing It All Back Home

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happy birthday bringing it all back home

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bob dylan, bringing it all back home sessions, columbia recording studios, nyc, january 13, 1965. photo courtesy of michael ochs archives

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Bob Dylan - Maggie’s Farm (1965) Bob Dylan from: “Bringing It All Back Home” (LP) “Maggie’s Farm” / “On the Road Again” (Single)

Folk/Rock

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Personnel: Bob Dylan: Vocals / Guitar / Harmonica Bruce Langhorne: Guitar Al Gorgoni: Guitar Kenny Rankin: Guitar Frank Owens: Piano Joseph Macho Jr.: Bass Bobby Gregg: Drums / Tambourine

Produced by Tom Wilson

Recorded: @ The Columbia 30th Street Studio | Studio A in New York City, New York, USA on January 15, 1965

Album Released: on March 22, 1965 Single Released: June, 1965 Columbia Records

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Bob Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home (1965)

On this day, March 22nd, 1965, Bringing It All Back Home, the fifth studio album by Bob Dylan, was released. In a major shift away from acoustic folk, Bringing It All Back Home was Dylan’s first release to feature electric instruments. Split into two distinct sides, side one of the record features Dylan backed by an electric rock band with side two being mainly acoustic but abandoning protest music for more complex emotional and surreal material. The first of Dylan’s albums to break into the top 10, peaking at no. 6, it also featured the first of Dylan’s singles—“Subterranean Homesick Blues”—to chart in the US at no. 39. Controversial, challenging, era-defining, and prescient, Bringing It All Back Home easily stands among the greatest albums of all time.

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happy 60th anniversary to bringing it all back home!

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bob dylan - bringing it all back home (1965)

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MICK GETS TURNED ON TO NEW SOUNDS COMING OUTTA CBS REDORDS -- AMERICAN STYLE, SON!

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on ROLLING STONES vocalist/songwriter, Mick Jagger, reading the back of BOB DYLAN's "Bringing it All Back Home" LP/record (released in March 1965), photographed in Savannah, Georgia, USA, c. May 1965. 📸: Bob Bonis.

PIC #2: The back cover to Dylan's "Bringing it All Back Home" LP -- and lots to read and digest, as you can see. 📸: Daniel Kramer.

Source: www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=5101559943226067.

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my friend who has been putting up with my bob dylan obsession is finally watching A Complete Unknown!!

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Cult of cool no.2 Bob Dylan.

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on this day in 1965, bob dylan released his fifth studio album bringing it all back home. it is considered one of the first folk rock records, with both an acoustic and electric side.

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bob dylan, bringing it all back home sessions, columbia recording studios, nyc, january 15, 1965. photo courtesy of michael ochs archives

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11:50 PM EDT April 15, 2025:

Bob Dylan - "Subterranean Homesick Blues" From the album Bringing It All Back Home (March 22, 1965)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Reading a Wikipedia article on Robert Johnson the other day when I found out that King of the Delta Blues Singers can be found within the cover art of this record. It was John Hammond that turned Dylan on to Robert Johnson, and goddamn, is there any way to evoke antiquity than to conjure a time when Bob Dylan didn't know who the fuck Robert Johnson was?

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Belated Birthday spin for Bobby. In glorious 360° mono!

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It's all right Ma (I'm only Bleeding)

Lyrics from this great song track No10 from this famous album released April 1965 was Bob's 5th Studio Album

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child’s balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn Plays wasted words, proves to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying Temptation’s page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you’d just be one more Person crying So don’t fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don’t hate nothing at all Except hatred Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it Advertising signs they con You into thinking you’re the one That can do what’s never been done That can win what’s never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks they really found you A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit To satisfy, insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something they invest in While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society’s pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he’s in But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn’t talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer’s pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death’s honesty Won’t fall upon them naturally Life sometimes must get lonely My eyes collide head-on with stuffed Graveyards, false gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough what else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

Bob Dylan