Bob Dylan was a master at writing poetic songs of freedom and civil rights. Back in the early sixties the Civil Rights battle was raging. There was segregation and no votes for negroes in the Southern States.
Bob encapsulated the mood and determination of the civil rights movement. White activists joined with black activists and set about confronting the tyranny of the Klu Klux Klan and the collusion of the authorities.
Together they fought for equality and freedom. There was a need for basic human rights.
It still seems incredible that in a civilised country this should have been an issue only fifty years ago. Yet it is an issue that still persists in a small racist minority to this very day.
Check out our ancestry. We all came from Africa – black, yellow and white. We are only 200,000 years new as a species. We are all brothers and sisters.
Bob’s song was a celebration of the victory that was to come.
Where are the new Bob’s? The new voices of dissent? The new protests about the inequality going on around us?
Help build a new positive zeitgeist! We can change the world! Long live freedom, tolerance, peace, love and harmony!!
Bob Dylan – Paths Of Victory
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
I shall walk.
The trail is dusty
And my road it might be rough,
But the better roads are waiting
And boys it ain’t far off.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
I walked down by the river,
I turned my head up high.
I saw that silver linin’
That was hangin’ in the sky.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The evenin’ dusk was rollin’,
I was walking down the track.
There was a one-way wind a-blowin’
And it was blowin’ at my back.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The gravel road is bumpy,
It’s a hard road to ride,
But there’s a clearer road a-waitin’
With the cinders on the side.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
That evening train was rollin’,
The hummin’ of its wheels,
My eyes they saw a better day
As I looked across the fields.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The trail is dusty,
The road it might be rough,
But the good road is a-waitin’
And boys it ain’t far off.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.