\nEfter dels at v\u00e6re kommet mere ind i Modern Times, dels at have overv\u00e6ret et for barnagtigt karaktermord p\u00e5 personen Bob Dylan og hans nye disc i TV-programmet Smagsdommerne, synes vi det m\u00e5 v\u00e6re p\u00e5 sin plads, at tage en tur gennem endnu en af albummets mange givende sange. Og nej, det er ikke fordi vi her p\u00e5 siden opfatter os som fundamentalister indenfor Dylanisme, slet ikke, sagen er blot den, at manden vist har beg\u00e5et en af sine mest inspirerede udgivelser nogensinde. So here goes:<\/p>\n
THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN<\/p>\n
Thunder on the mountain, and there’s fires on the moon
\nA ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
\nToday’s the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow
\nWell, there’s hot stuff here and it’s everywhere I go<\/p>\n
I was thinkin’ ’bout Alicia Keys, couldn’t keep from crying
\nWhen she was born in Hell’s Kitchen, I was living down the line
\nI’m wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
\nI been looking for her even clear through Tennessee<\/p>\n
Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
\nLook into my heart and you will sort of understand
\nYou brought me here, now you’re trying to run me away
\nThe writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it say<\/p>\n
Thunder on the mountain, rollin’ like a drum
\nGonna sleep over there, that’s where the music coming from
\nI don’t need any guide, I already know the way
\nRemember this, I’m your servant both night and day<\/p>\n
The pistols are poppin’ and the power is down
\nI’d like to try somethin’ but I’m so far from town
\nThe sun keeps shinin’ and the North Wind keeps picking up speed
\nGonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need<\/p>\n
I’ve been sittin’ down studyin’ the art of love
\nI think it will fit me like a glove
\nI want some real good woman to do just what I say
\nEverybody got to wonder what’s the matter with this cruel world today<\/p>\n
Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground
\nGonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down
\nSome sweet day I’ll stand beside my king
\nI wouldn’t betray your love or any other thing<\/p>\n
Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches
\nI’ll recruit my army from the orphanages
\nI been to St. Herman’s church, said my religious vows
\nI’ve sucked the milk out of a thousand cows<\/p>\n
I got the porkchops, she got the pie
\nShe ain’t no angel and neither am I
\nShame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
\nI’ll say this, I don’t give a damn about your dreams<\/p>\n
Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be
\nMean old twister bearing down on me
\nAll the ladies in Washington scrambling to get out of town
\nLooks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down<\/p>\n
Everybody going and I want to go too
\nDon’t wanna take a chance with somebody new
\nI did all I could, I did it right there and then
\nI’ve already confessed – no need to confess again<\/p>\n
Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north
\nI’ll plant and I’ll harvest what the earth brings forth
\nThe hammer’s on the table, the pitchfork’s on the shelf
\nFor the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Bob Dylan<\/p>\n