Hittade en talking song om Izzy Young, där Dylan nämns under pseudonym. Och även låt av samma artist som heter Ballad of Elston Gunn. Texter från
http://www.jon-olov.sehttps://www.reverbnation.com/jonolovwoxlin/song/26857191-talking-crazydreaming-izzy-youngTalking Crazy/Dreaming Izzy (lyrics Jon-Olov Woxlin)
I went down to the Folklore Centre,
I hesitated ‘fore I decided to enter,
Inside I got a glimpse of Izzy Young.
He sat in a rocking chair,
Acting like he didn’t care;
I immediately felt I’d done something wrong.
After a while he looked at me;
I didn’t know if I were to nod or kneel,
So ‘stead I just kind of shook his hand.
He asked me what my business were
“I just wanna make myself sure
That you won’t ask me about a certain Zimmerman”
“Zimmerman?” I quoted, making a frown,
“Now, who is that son of gun?”
I laughed nervously, and scratched my cheek.
Then he noticed my guitar, and said:
“I’ve seen your type before I’m afraid,
and I’ve gotta tell ya’, you ain’t what I seek”
I said: “All I crave, Mister Young,
Is thirty-two dollars and to become
Famous, just like Joni Mitchell”.
He looked at me, kind of sly,
Laughed and said: “Oh, me oh my!
Play your song and I go wait in the kitchen”.
I played my tune, upon his request,
Doing the thing that I love best,
But Izzy had already left the room.
The rocking chair was now the only thing,
Left around to hear me sing,
I started feeling crazy as a loon.
So, I finished off with a major chord,
I figured Izzy had gotten bored,
Or clearly that was what it seemed.
‘Till finally he launched back in
all hopped up on caffeine.
T’was then I realised it was all just a dream.
On his side stood Blind Boy Grunt,
Johnny Cash, Townes van Zandt,
Ledbelly, John Prine and Bill Monroe.
I woke up all soaked in sweat;
Couldn’t get hold of my breath,
I just tried to comprehend what it was that I saw.
Though, I decided, quite fast,
That I’d better lay it to rest,
And just keep on keeping on.
The only thing I knew I had to do,
Was to put on my jacket and my walking shoes
And get my ass down to Izzy Young’s.
Ballad of Elston Gunn:
https://open.spotify.com/track/1zxrAkIxdNbA4iOUXcjtCaThe ballad of Elston Gunn (music and lyrics Jon-Olov Woxlin)
Elston Gunn he came around
in time of the old cold war.
His eyes were sharp, his mind profound;
qualities you'd never seen before.
He sang a song as on he road
into New York town
about outside control of men,
performed on foreign ground.
Elston Gunn, he proudly stood,
upon his strong believes,
singing 'bout the way things should
be, and his views on the battlefields.
He sang about all those poor men
who fought and died in wars.
He sang about all those poor men,
who were ruled by force.
Elston Gunn, he knew he was bound,
to change the world into the better.
Otherwise he knew he was bound
to die in some heroic battle;
Fighting for his own dear land,
in which he was born,
Fighting for he own dear land,
not taking any scorn.
Elston Gunn, he drew his gun,
so the world could see,
Pointing out his blue-eyed son,
and what he might be.
Something's gonna happen soon,
but you don't know what it is.
Something's gonna happen soon,
oh, don't let it come to this.
/Mr Goldsmith
