That just blew me away, it was added to the playlist right away

Wtf!!! Love this lady and her voice.Bettey Lavette God damn!!! Its culture bastards!!! Hello from London 👍😋

I was looking for something else, wound up here and stayed.

"Heart burnin', still yearnin' No one on earth would ever know!"

WOW! a Unique Voice coupled with a hypnotic back beat

what a song! great performance! soul music with a lot of passion, love it! thanks for sharing, saludos from Peru

Love this Bob Dylan cover... amazing 👍💯

Such an underrated dylan tune

Damn, still got it, better than ever!

Wow, Great cover.

Saw Ms Bettye sing in Carnegie Hall at Aretha tribute. Shes so powerful ... she can make any song better. 💗🎶 Hope she writes her bio!

Great band!

Astoundingly great

The best, Betty thanks for your voice and elegance !! Inigualable, insuperable .... !!!

❤❤❤

yeahh!! Ain't Talkin'💕

Tears the heart rips out the soul!

Superbe!

SUCH AN INSPIRATION~Yoh BLUES SOUL DEEP~SALVE FOR HEARTBREAK\GOOD LOVE/SOunD/Stoned\Flair/Empowerment~RENEWED OVER 60+💜💛❤️💚🖤🎶U Queen ~Thank U~” I’m Mama Akua, so HOOKED on LET ME DOWN EASY~ Absolutely Healed on the one U Outrageous/in Love with somebody U don’t even… WELL …l’m Not THE ONE~ HEY…!You’re Fab💐Queen Bettye LaVette🌈💫💐Gotta ❤️U

Great.........I love ........

Thank you! Shared on Google+, November 4, 2018

MERAVIGLIOSA

meraviglia

when in France ? mega voice, mega talent ......

Fuck yes ! Great cover.

LadySoul,,,,and a very good band,,imo

Bettye LaVette inhabits this Dylan Requiem On Dirge from the bard's 2006 MODERN TIMES album. I've been listening to both Dylan's and this more recent Betty LaVette Band spectral invitation to Memphis Underground Works which have been the soundtrack to my own personal downward mobility to near homeless and beyond destitute from the professional if clerical aughts of the new millennial now to the de-professionalized Age of Pandemic Plague. Out in the wealth concentrating and normalized homeless in the wealthiest nation in quantified human history, Ms LaVette and ravage-voiced Dylan attest to the way Mass Betrayal by the Silence of the Professional Class in the face of our Fetishization of Selfishness and abandonment of the most productive Working Class also in quantified human history can take a toll even on the Woke Winners of this impenetrable world. Can't be only me that feels both of these recordings and live performances of Time out of Global Pandemic Time feel like cantillated scripture, more of a Jeremiad prophecy (in Hebrew tradition true prophecy comes from calling out a rotted core and is meant as cautionary, not as a predictive tool for Hedge Fund bets on the End Times), rather than Ecclesiastical hymn as apt response to our present condition of the human condition. Soundtracks for walking through our empty and un-trafficked Cities of the Plague. Boarded up and our sports arenas carrying on bid-net as usual with paper cut-outs of people and broadcast loops of cheering fans filling in for our Socially Distanced and quarantined stadia and concert circuit along with even congregational services and life-cycle rituals for us the survivors in waiting for our own ferry boats to the other side of this Global Bardo moved to Cyber Space via ZOOM. ... They say prayer has the power to heal, so pray for me, mother In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell I am trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well Ain't talking, just walking I'll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart burning, still yearning There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost Now I'm all worn down by weeping My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry If I catch my opponents ever sleeping I will just slaughter 'em where they lie Ain't talking, just walking Through the world mysterious and vague Heart burning, still yearning Walking through the cities of the plague Well, the whole world is filled with speculation The whole wide world which people say is round They will tear your mind away from contemplation They will jump on your misfortune when you're down Ain't talking, just walking Eating hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town Heart burning, still yearning Some day you'll be glad to have me around They will crush you with wealth and power Every waking moment you could crack I'll make the most of one last extra hour I'll avenge my father's death and I'll step back Ain't talking, just walking Hand me down my walking cane Heart burning, still yearning Got to get you out of my miserable brain All my loyal and my much-loved companions They approve of me and share my code I practice a faith that's been long abandoned Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road Ain't talking, just walking My mule is sick, my horse is blind Heart burning, still yearning Thinking about that girl I left behind Well, it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying Fame and honor never seem to fade The fire gone out but the light is never dying Who says I can't get heavenly aid? Ain't talking, just walking Carrying a dead man's shield Heart burning, still yearning Walking with a toothache in my heel The suffering is unending Every nook and cranny has its tears I'm not playing, I'm not pretending I'm not nursing any superfluous fears Ain't talking, just walking Walking ever since the other night Heart burning, still yearning Walking till I'm clean out of sight As I walked out in the mystic garden On a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon There's no one here, the gardener is gone Ain't talking, just walking Up the road, around the bend Heart burning, still yearning In the last outback at the world's end... Especially after making it through the Heir Trump Presidency, where a candidate with zero Public Interest experience and a long Corporate Caliphate Rap Sheet rose in an admittedly rigged electoral choice after Democratic Party of Ticks front-running Social Democrat Bernie Sanders got knee-capped by the Corporate Caliphate blue states' shills, who back in New York, the Empire State had made the Trump Family wealthy on federal government contracts to build tax-payer subsidized low-income housing (for whites only) not in inner city projects, but via decades of Neo-Liberal\Neo-Conservative\Neo-Feudal Age White Flight to Beach Havens out in the suburbs of Long Island's outer boroughs. As President Trump some new-fangled MAGA Con-swervative, whose Dad the Federal Contractor for Subsidized Low Income Cold War Propaganda (Whites only) Housing builder Fred Trump and son Donald Trump was now the standard bearer (there was not really any political party platform on display during the Cult of Personality campaign) for SHRINK BIG GOVERNMENT! That was a Snake Oil Salesman's Q Anon Catnip to the Displaced Once Working Muddle Class. Yet, they still didn't deliver a Duopoly victory to Heir Trump. That took the thought of a dynastic Hedge Funder House of Clinton New Age of Deficit Hawk Austerity Presidency in the midst of a half-century of Wage Slave Stag-Nation and Rentier Stag-flation along with unparalleled in human history concentrations of wealth into the fewest bank secrecy accounts off-shored and un-taxed that was required to build the Electoral College clout to win the Presidency. Legally via perfectly constitutional means with a few million fewer votes than our first female candidate Madame Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, through a rhetorically sold measure to restrain Popular Mobs but in reality a Founders' structuring of the New Nation's republic meant to protect underpopulated if White Hooded Planter Plantation states from the potential tyranny of those corrupted Urban Industrial Revolutionary rabble rousers. Can't wait to hear a Dylan-LaVette collaboration for Post Pandemic Ecclesiastical Song of Songs "Turn, Turn, Turn" looking back in rear-view mirror but learning from and better appreciating those lines lifted from Solomon's Song of Songs now piped into big box stores for smooth shopping purposes as a Byrds chord progression played on Roger McGuinn's electric 12-string Rickenbacker with McGuinn singing lead (recalling recently passed Tom Petty) "A time for embracing\And a time to refrain from embracing" piously poetic circumspection while celebrating rebirth and our Maker's Compassionate Mercy abiding, God Willing\Insh Allah. To get us there we may need Jessi Colter's collaboration with unlikely Patti Smith Group co-founder Lenny Kaye on their exquisite also Pre-Pandemic recordings of Psalms\Tehillim (in English): kzread.info/dash/bejne/ioSJw9yHosffitI.html Mitch Ritter\Paradigm Sifters, Code Shifters and Song Chasers Lay-Low Studios, Ore-Wa (Refuge of Atonement Seekers) Media Disc-US-sion List and Looksee

Tom Waite wearing a skirt so to speak. This woman knows how to tell a story. Her rendition of Strange Fruit is a classic.

@nathanmaaka9783

3 жыл бұрын

Walking through the City of plagues! Which I wondered in 2009 was this prophetic!? Probably, but how close to then!??

@brettgreene9492

2 жыл бұрын

In this case, Bob Dylan - but your point is well taken!

As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain Someone hit me from behind Ain't talking, just walking Through this weary world of woe Heart burning, still yearning No one on earth would ever know They say prayer has the power to heal, so pray for me, mother In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell I am trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well Ain't talking, just walking I'll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart burning, still yearning There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost Now I'm all worn down by weeping My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry If I catch my opponents ever sleeping I will just slaughter 'em where they lie Ain't talking, just walking Through the world mysterious and vague Heart burning, still yearning Walking through the cities of the plague Well, the whole world is filled with speculation The whole wide world which people say is round They will tear your mind away from contemplation They will jump on your misfortune when you're down Ain't talking, just walking Eating hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town Heart burning, still yearning Some day you'll be glad to have me around They will crush you with wealth and power Every waking moment you could crack I'll make the most of one last extra hour I'll avenge my father's death and I'll step back Ain't talking, just walking Hand me down my walking cane Heart burning, still yearning Got to get you out of my miserable brain All my loyal and my much-loved companions They approve of me and share my code I practice a faith that's been long abandoned Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road Ain't talking, just walking My mule is sick, my horse is blind Heart burning, still yearning Thinking about that girl I left behind Well, it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying Fame and honor never seem to fade The fire gone out but the light is never dying Who says I can't get heavenly aid? Ain't talking, just walking Carrying a dead man's shield Heart burning, still yearning Walking with a toothache in my heel The suffering is unending Every nook and cranny has its tears I'm not playing, I'm not pretending I'm not nursing any superfluous fears Ain't talking, just walking Walking ever since the other night Heart burning, still yearning Walking till I'm clean out of sight As I walked out in the mystic garden On a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon There's no one here, the gardener is gone Ain't talking, just walking Up the road, around the bend Heart burning, still yearning In the last outback at the world's end

@wrk2115

4 жыл бұрын

Thanks for the lyrics. She switched it up a bit, but it was still a good effort

A sad 3kement /aspect exist.

Awful. Painful to listen to.