Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue

Genre : Clip vidéo musical

Année : 1974

Durée : 5,40min

La critique de ClashDoherty :

En 1974, Bob Dylan est en crise avec sa femme Sara, celle pour qui il avait composé le long et magnifique Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands en 1966.
Cette crise sera suivie, plus tard, d'un divorce. Cette crise sentimentale sera une source de frustration pour le Barde, qui enregistrera, alors, un disque au titre éloquent, Blood On The Tracks ('du sang sur les pistes'). Enregistré à New York avec une bande de musiciens de grand talent, l'album sera réenregistré, pour beaucoup de titres dont celui que je vous propose aujourd'hui, dans un studio du Minnesota, avec des musiciens nettement moins grandioses ; Dylan, apparemment, n'aimait pas le son trop clinquant, trop grandiose, de la première version de l'album.

Blood On The Tracks propose 10 chansons, dont pas mal d'assez fielleuses et/ou tristounettes. Clairement, Dylan en veut à son ex-femme, ça s'entend sur Idiot Wind ou You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go (plus sobre).
Un an après l'enregistrement de Idiot Wind, Dylan enregistrera l'album Desire, sur lequel se trouve le merveilleux et sobre Sara, comme un chant d'excuses de Dylan auprès de son ex, après la déferlante de fiel de Idiot Wind et de Blood On The Tracks (après la crise les remords).
Mais assez parlé de Idiot Wind, car j'ai décidé de vous proposer, aujourd'hui, une autre chanson de l'album, le grandiose Tangled Up In Blue, qui ouvre merveilleusement bien Blood On The Tracks.
Il s'agit indéniablement de ma chanson préférée de Dylan en concurrence directe avec Hurricane et Isis (album Desire, pour les deux).

N'importe quelle chanson démarrant par un son de guitare aussi clair et léger, et par des paroles aussi belles que (traduites en français) Au petit matin, le soleil brillait/J'étais allongé dans mon lit/A me demander si elle avait encore changé/Si ses cheveux étaient encore roux est une chanson pouvant allègrement être considérée comme légère, douce, enjouée, optimiste.
Que t'chi ! Tangled Up In Blue est une merveille chantée par un Dylan faussement enjoué (très vivace, vocalement parlant, il a la tchatche sur ce morceau).
La chanson est comme un récit raconté par Dylan à la troisième personne, en narrateur, tout en essayant de s'y inclure comme protagoniste.
Récit authentique, ou inventé, toujours est-il que ça parle d'un triangle amoureux en pleine crise, de plusieurs couples qui, au gré de la chanson, se font, se défont.
Le tout, sur une musique aussi folk que totalement réussie. Tangled Up In Blue est un des sommets dylaniens.

Note : 20/20

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mamas homemade dress
Papas bankbook wasnt big enough.
And I was standin on the side of the road
Rain fallin on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows Ive paid some dues gettin through,
Tangled up in blue.
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
Well meet again someday on the avenue,
Tangled up in blue.
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to new orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin for a while on a fishin boat
Right outside of delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.
She was workin in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
Is just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, dont I know your name?
I muttered somethin underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought youd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type.
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin coal
Pourin off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
I lived with them on montague street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.
So now Im goin back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
Theyre an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters wives.
Dont know how it all got started,
I dont know what theyre doin with their lives.
But me, Im still on the road
Headin for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.