Bob Dylan y los sueños

Muchos cantantes tienen canciones sobre sueños, y Bob Dylan no iba a ser menos. Por un lado Bob Dylan's dream. Aquí os dejo en vídeo; la canción la canta Judy Collins.

Y la letra:

While riding on a train goin' westI fell asleep for to take my restI dreamed a dream that made me sadConcerning myself and the first few friends I had
With half damp eyes I stared to the roomWhere my friends and I spent many an afternoonWhere we together weathered many a stormLaughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hungOur words were told, our songs were sungWhere we longed for nothin' and were satisfiedJokin' and talkin' about the world outside
With hungry hearts through the heat and coldWe never much thought we could get very oldWe thought we could sit forever in funAnd our chances really was a million to one
As easy it was to tell black from whiteIt was all that easy to tell wrong from rightAnd our choices there was few so the thought never hitAt the one road we traveled, we ever shattered or split
How many a year has passed and goneMany a gamble has been lost and wonAnd many a road taken by many a first friendAnd each one I've never seen again
I wish, I wish, I wish in vainThat we could sit simply in that room againTen thousand dollars at the drop of a hatI'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that


Y por otro lado Series of dreams. El vídeo:

Y la letra:
I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, numbers were burning
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams