“Murder Most Foul”: sobre JFK, Dylan lança primeira música autoral em 8 anos

Bob Dylan soltou há algumas horas, de surpresa, uma canção inédita, e épica, chamada “Murder Most Foul”, acompanhado de uma mensagem simples e direta – claramente tendo como contexto o isolamento social diante da pandemia de Covid-19:

“Greetings to my fans and followers with gratitude for all your support and loyalty across the years. This is an unreleased song we recorded a while back that you might find interesting.
Stay safe, stay observant and may God be with you.
Bob Dylan”

“Saudações para meus fãs e seguidores com gratidão por todo seu apoio e lealdade durantes os anos. Esta é uma canção inédita que gravamos há algum tempo e vocês talvez achem interessante.
Fique seguro, fique atento que Deus esteja com vocês.”

De quase 17 minutos, “Murder Most Foul” evoca a morte de John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 35º presidente dos Estados Unidos, que morreu assassinado em público enquanto acenava para a população de Dallas, Texas, ao mesmo tempo que contextualiza os anos 1960 a turbulência dos anos seguintes.

Como uma das características de Dylan, a canção possui inúmeras referências e citações, passando por artistas como Beatles, The Who, John Lee Hooker, Nat King Cole, Etta James, Don Henley, Thelonious Monk e tantos outros; festivais de música Woodstock e Altamont; até filmes, como o clássico de terror A Hora do Pesadelo.

Já há uma playlist no Spotify com as canções citadas:

A gravação é solta, como um devaneio poético tendo como pano de funo um leve tecido harmônico. O tempo parece suspenso a partir de contribuições sutis do piano, violino, contrabaixo e alguns toques de bateria.

Dylan diz que a gravou há algum tempo, sem dizer se é uma sobre de sessões já lançadas (como o de Triplicate) ou de uma sessão nova que se transformará em um álbum de inéditas. Ao analisar sua voz, é possível perceber que ela está com o timbre mais recente – até mesmo que Triplicate. Por ser uma canção inédita, meu palpite é que se trata de uma sessão para um futuro álbum – o primeiro de canções autorais desde 2012. Torçamos!

Shakespeare e Cinema

“Murder Most Foul” faz referência a uma frase da obra Hamlet, de Shakespeare – que também foi usada como título para um filme de 1964 dirigido por George Pollock com base na detetive Miss Marple, de Agatha Christie.

É quando o Fantasma comenta sobre sua própria morte:

“Murder most foul, as in the best it is/ But this most foul, strange and unnatural.”

“Todo assassinato é infame; Este é infame, perverso – monstruoso” (tradução de Millôr Fernandes)

O álbum Tempest, seu último disco de canções autorais, tem no título também uma referência a Shakespeare – que também possuia canções épicas, dessa vez sobre Titanic (!!) e John Lennon.

Transcrição da letra:

Um colaborador do fórum Expecting Rain já tratou de transcrever a gigantesca letra. Ainda devem ter alguns ajustes, mas aqui está para quem quiser acompanhar:

twas a dark day in dallas, november ’63
the day that would live on in infamy
president kennedy was a-ridin’ high
good day to be livin and a good day to die
being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
he say wait a minute boys you know who i am
of course we do, we know who you are
then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
shot down like a dog in broad daylight
was a matter of time and the timing was right
you got unpaid debts we’ve come to collect
we gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
we’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
we’ve already got someone here to take your place

the day they blew out the brains of the king
thousands were watching, no one saw a thing
it happened so quick and so quick by surprise
right there in front of everyone’s eyes
greatest magic trick ever under the sun
perfectly executed, skillfully done
wolf man oh wolf man oh wolf man howl
rub-a-dub-dub it’s a murder most foul

hush little children you’ll understand
the beatles are comin, they’re gonna hold your hand
slide down the banister, go get your coat
ferry across the mersey and go for the throat
there’s three bums comin all dressed in rags
pick up the pieces and lower the flags
i’m goin to woodstock, it’s the aquarian age
then i’ll go to altamont and sit near the stage
put your head out the window, let the good times roll
there’s a party goin on behind the grassy knoll

stack up the bricks, pour the cement
don’t say dallas don’t love you, mr president
put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
try to make it to the triple underpass
blackface singer white face clown
better not show your faces after the sun goes down
up in the red light district like a cop on the beat
livin in a nightmare on elm street

when you’re down in deep ellum put your money in your shoe
don’t ask what your country can do for you
cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
at dealey plaza, make a lefthand turn
i’m goin down the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
the place where faith, hope, and charity died
shoot him while he runs boy, shoot him while you can
see if you can shoot the invisible man
goodbye charlie, goodbye uncle sam
frankly, miss scarlett, i don’t give a damn

what is the truth? where did it go?
ask oswald and ruby, they oughta know
shut your mouth said the wise old owl
business is business, and it’s murder most foul

tommy can you hear me on the acid queen?
i’m ridin in a long black lincoln limousine
ridin in the backseat next to my wife
headin straight on into the afterlife
i’m leanin to the left got my head in her lap
oh lord i’ve been led into some kind of a trap
well we ask no quarter, no quarter do we give
we’re right down the street from the street where you live
they mutilated his body and they took out his brain
what more could they do? they piled on the pain
but his soul was not there, where it was supposed to be at
for the last 50 years they’ve been searching for that

freedom oh freedom, freedom over need
i hate to tell ya mister but only dead men are free
send me some loving, tell me no lie
throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
wake up little suzie let’s go for a drive
cross the trinity river let’s keep open eyed
turn the radio on, don’t touch the dials
heartland hospital only six more miles
you got me dizzy ms lizzy you fill me with lead
that magic bullet of yours is goin on ahead
i’m just a patsy like patsy cline
never shot anyone from in front or behind
got blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
i’m never gonna make it to the new frontier

zapruder’s film i seen the night before
seen it 33 times, maybe more
it’s vile and deceitful, it’s cruel and it’s mean
ugliest thing that you ever have seen
they killed him once and they killed him twice
killed him like a human sacrifice
the day that they killed him someone said to me, son
the age of the antichrist has just only begun
air force one comin in through the gate
johnson sworn in at 2:38
lemme know when you decide to throw in the towel
it is what it is, and it’s murder most foul

what’s new pussycat, what’d i say?
i said the soul of a nation been torn away
and it’s beginning to go into a slow decay
and that it’s 36 hours past judgement day

wolfman jack he’s speakin in tongues
he’s going on and on at the top of his lungs
play me a song, mr wolfman jack
play it for me in my long cadillac
play me that only the good die young
take me to the place tom dooley was hung
the saint james infirmary in the court of king james
if you want to remember you better write down the names
play etta james too, play the i’d rather go blind
play it for the man with a telepathic mind
play john lee hooker, play scratch my back
play it for that strip club owner named jack
guitar slim goin down slow
play it for me and for marilyn monroe

play please don’t let me be misunderstood
play it for the first lady she ain’t feelin too good
play don henley, play glenn frey
take it to the limit and lettin’ it go by
play it for carl wilson too
lookin far far away at down gower avenue
play tragedy, play twilight time
take me back to tulsa to the scene of the crime
play another one and another one bites the dust
play the old rugged cross and in god we trust
ride the pink horse down that long lonesome road
stand there and wait for his head to explode
play mystery train for mr mystery
the man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor
play it for the dog that got no master
play oscar peterson, play stan getz
play blue sky, play dicky bettes
play art pepper, thelonious monk
charlie parker and all that junk
all that junk and all that jazz
play somethin for the birdman of alcatraz
play buster keaton, play harold lloyd
play bugsy segal, play pretty boy floyd
play the numbers, play the odds
play cry me a river for the lord of the gods
play number nine play number six
play it for lindsey and stevie knicks
play nat king cole, play nature boy
play down in the boondocks for terry malloy
play it happened one night and one night of sin
there’s 12 million souls that are listenin in
play merchant of venice play merchants of death
play stella by starlight from lady macbeth

don’t worry mr president, hope’s on the way
your brothers are comin’, there’ll be hell to pay
brothers, what brothers?
what’s this about hell?
tell em we’re waiting, keep coming, we’ll get them as well

love field is where his plane touched down
but it never did get back up off the ground
was a hard act to follow, second to none
they killed him on the altar of the rising sun
play misty for me and that old devil moon
play anything goes and memphis in june
play lonely at the top and lonely are the brave
play it for houdini spinnin around in his grave
play jelly roll morton, play lucille
play deep in a dream and play driving wheel
play moonlight sonata in f#
and the key to the highway but the king of the heart
play marching through georgia and dumbarton’s drums
play darkness and death will come when it comes
play love me or leave me by the great bud powell
play the bloodstained banner, play murder most foul

6 thoughts on ““Murder Most Foul”: sobre JFK, Dylan lança primeira música autoral em 8 anos

  1. Incrível e inesperado. A voz dele está soando muito bem nessa gravação, me surpreendeu. Torçamos para que haja realmente um novo álbum no horizonte.

    Abraço!

  2. Dylan sempre tem algo a dizer em um momento de crise.
    Quando parecia que o Apocalipse tinha chegado em 1963, ouvimos The Times They Are A-Changing.
    Quem tem ouvidos que ouca.

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