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"Like a Rolling Stone" is a 1965 song by American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan. Its confrontational lyrics originate in an extended piece of verse Dylan wrote in June 1965, when he returned from a grueling tour of England, exhausted. After the lyrics were heavily edited, "Like a Rolling Stone" was recorded a few weeks later as part of the sessions for the forthcoming album Highway 61 Revisited. During a difficult two-day preproduction, Dylan struggled to find the essence of the song, which was demoed without success in 3/4 time. A breakthrough was made when it was tried in a rock music format, and rookie session musician Al Kooper improvised the organ riff for which the track is known. However, Columbia Records was unhappy with both the song's length at over six minutes and its heavy electric sound, and was hesitant to release it. It was only when a month later a copy was leaked to a new popular music club and heard by influential DJs that the song was put out as a single. Although radio stations were reluctant to play such a long track, "Like a Rolling Stone" reached number two in the US charts and became a worldwide hit.
Rolling Stone is a US-based magazine devoted to music, liberal politics, and popular culture that is published every two weeks. Rolling Stone was founded in San Francisco in 1967 by Jann Wenner, who is still editor and publisher, and music critic Ralph J. Gleason.
The magazine was known for its political coverage beginning in the 1970s, with the enigmatic and controversial gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson. Rolling Stone magazine changed its format in the 1990s to appeal to younger readers, often focusing on young television or film actors and pop music. This led to criticism that the magazine was emphasizing style over substance. In recent years, the magazine has resumed its traditional mix of content, including in-depth political stories, and has seen its circulation increase.
To get the magazine off the ground, Wenner borrowed $7,500 from his family members and from the family of his soon-to-be wife, Michell Palmer. The first issue carried a cover date of November 9, 1967.Rolling Stone magazine was initially identified with and reported on the hippie counterculture of the era. However, the magazine distanced itself from the underground newspapers of the time, such as Berkeley Barb, embracing more traditional journalistic standards and avoiding the radical politics of the underground press. In the very first edition of the magazine, Wenner wrote that Rolling Stone "is not just about the music, but about the things and attitudes that music embraces." This has become the de facto motto of the magazine.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People called said, ?Beware doll, you're bound to fall?
But you thought they were all just kidding you
You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out
And now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone
Oh, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they did their tricks for you
You never understood it ain't no good
Shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you, oh
You used to ride on a chrome horse with a diplomat
Carried on his shoulder, siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that he really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone
Princess on the steeple, all the pretty people
Drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
Better lift your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to loose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own and no direction home
Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone
Just like a rolling stone
(Oh, how does it feel?)
Just like a rolling stone
(Oh, how does it feel?)
How does it feel?
(Oh, how does it feel?)
Rolling stone
(Oh, how does it feel?)
How does it feel?
(Oh, how does it feel?)
How does it feel?
(Oh, how does it feel?)
(Oh, how does it feel?)