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No Direction Home is a documentary film by Martin Scorsese that traces the life of Bob Dylan, and his impact on 20th century American popular music and culture. The film does not cover Dylan's entire career; it concentrates on the period between Dylan's arrival in New York in January 1961 and his "retirement" from touring, following his motorcycle accident in July 1966. This period encapsulates Dylan's rise to fame as a folk singer and songwriter, and the controversy surrounding his switch to a rock style of music.
The film was first shown on television in both the United States (as part of the American Masters series on PBS) and the United Kingdom (as part of the Arena series on BBC Two) on September 26–27 2005. A DVD version of the film and accompanying soundtrack album (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack) were released that same month.
The project eventually titled as No Direction Home began to take shape in 1995 when Dylan's manager, Jeff Rosen, began scheduling interviews with Dylan's friends and associates. Among those interviewed were poet Allen Ginsberg and folk musician Dave Van Ronk, both of whom died before the film was completed. Dylan's old girlfriend Suze Rotolo also granted a rare interview, and she later told Rolling Stone Magazine that she was very pleased with the project's results. Dylan himself also sat for ten hours in a relaxed and open conversation with Rosen in 2000.
We are the age, no restriction shall stop the brave
We've got the rage of who's trapped in a fancy cage
The rage of the useless scorn of the unaware new born
We've got the flame and the fear of the dark's been lost
We've got the blame and the cure in our thirsty veins
We pine the deadly blow from a world that changed too fast
grown too slow...
One of the Heaven's bringer of despair, stop us if you can
with thunder rising from thin air,
show the power, show the might, show the light
We've got the greed of locust that flies, kills and breeds
We've got the speed, but we drive over boundless fields
We rush against a wall, lost in this world too vast
grown too small...
One of the Heaven's bringer of balance, won't we eat each other
or won't we have another chance?
Show the limit, show the gate, show the way
For I've been drifting, no direction home, no direction
not at all, for I've been roaming, roaring
just to conceal a weep
We were born to be the least, just the meat for worms to feast
so rise up, rise up on lost horizons
We were born to be the least, weak & wicked, weak the most