therenegadesoul:

The Band - The Last Waltz A Martin Scorsese Film

I refuse to believe. I refuse to do anything but smoke and pretend to be Nico.

Lou Reed (via nicopaffgen)

(Source: thewriteronthestorm)

stairwaytomordor:

It had to be done. Think of it when someone says “Robert Page” [x]

adelesgrace:

"Mama you been on my mind" by Jeff Buckley

sashusha:

Bob Dylan by Jim Marshall, 1963

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With Zeppelin, I tried to play something different every night in my solos. I’d play for 20 minutes but the longest ever was 30 minutes. It’s a long time, but when I was playing it seemed to fly by.

pinkfled:

Lou Reed, 1976

pinkfled:

Lou Reed, 1976

(Source: aruahou)

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they’d stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I’m going back to New York City
I do believe I’ve had enough

Bob Dylan, “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues” (via tipsywench)
thepaulruswaswal:


That scene in Help! where John is disguised as himself in four years

thepaulruswaswal:

That scene in Help! where John is disguised as himself in four years

"Thought of you as my mountain top
Thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything
I’ve had, but couldn’t keep”

(Source: sadmusicforsadbastards)

“I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.” - Robert Plant.

(Source: babeimgonnaleaveu)

nickdrake:

Joe Strummer.

nickdrake:

Joe Strummer.

boot-leg:

Postcard sent by Bob Dylan, from Rome, to his girlfriend, Suze Rotolo, in New York City 1962

"This is also where I stay sometimes - it snowed last week and my guards as you can see, got all covered with snow - bella regatza everywhere - If I don’t open my mouth in this town every one thinks I’m Italian (unbelievable but true, I swear) Going to Toreno - tomorrow - bella regatza all over - around the streets, swimming in the air - unbelievable (oh, you’re so Italian) Funny I always thought Italians were Mama Rosas and Anna Manoni’s - but they’re all Sophia Lorens - I’m learning a song called "Se Dio Vorra" Gotta go, gotta meeting with the Pope about all the colored people coming over here - Amore, Bob"

boot-leg:

Postcard sent by Bob Dylan, from Rome, to his girlfriend, Suze Rotolo, in New York City 1962

"This is also where I stay sometimes - it snowed last week and my guards as you can see, got all covered with snow - bella regatza everywhere - If I don’t open my mouth in this town every one thinks I’m Italian (unbelievable but true, I swear) Going to Toreno - tomorrow - bella regatza all over - around the streets, swimming in the air - unbelievable (oh, you’re so Italian) Funny I always thought Italians were Mama Rosas and Anna Manoni’s - but they’re all Sophia Lorens - I’m learning a song called "Se Dio Vorra" Gotta go, gotta meeting with the Pope about all the colored people coming over here - Amore, Bob"