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"Bob Dylan"
The Ballad of Ira Hayes
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Bob Dylan
жанры: folk, rock, 70s, singer-songwriter
альбомы: Bob Dylan: The Collection, Bob Dylan
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Ira Hayes, Ira HayesCall him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to warGather 'round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona landDown the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's people's crops Till the white man stole their water rights And the sparklin' water stoppedNow Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greedCall him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to warThere they battled up Iwo Jima's hill Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty seven lived To walk back down againAnd when the fight was over And 'Old Glory' raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira HayesCall him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to warIra Hayes returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored Everybody shook his handBut he was just a Pima Indian No water, no home, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians danceCall him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to warThen Ira started drinkin' hard Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it Like you'd throw a dog a bone!He died drunk early one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira HayesCall him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to warYeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died
В подготовке к записи альбома, Дилан провел долгое время, разыскивая и слушая различные народные, блюзовые и прочие пластинки, тщательно подбирая репертуар, так как он уже в то время был щепетильным в выборе того, что петь.
Альбом был записан за три коротких сессии 20 и 22 ноября 1961 года и обошелся студии всего в 402 доллара. Тем не менее, в процессе записи возникли некоторые трудности, в первую очередь связанные с произношением Боба – он пел в нос, свистел и временами пел мимо микрофона. Более того, эти ошибки он исправлял неохотно, Хеммонд говорит, что он никогда прежде не работал с таким капризным и несговорчивым музыкантом.
Практически все песни были записаны с первого дубля, не сколько потому, что Дилан сразу спел хорошо, сколько потому, что он не хотел записывать второй. «Я не могу петь одну и ту же песню два раза подряд. Это ужасно».