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US singer Bob Dylan has been awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature.

The 75-year-old rock legend received the prize "for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition".

The balladeer, artist and occasional actor is the first songwriter to win the prestigious award.

The performer - who took his stage name from the poet Dylan Thomas - is the first American to win the award since novelist Toni Morrison in 1993.

Sara Danius, permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, said Dylan had been chosen because he was "a great poet in the English speaking tradition".

"For 54 years now he's been at it reinventing himself, constantly creating a new identity," she told reporters in Stockholm.

Dylan had long been tipped as a potential prize recipient, but few experts expected the academy to extend the award to a genre such as folk rock music.

Full article: http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-37643621

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1 minute ago, Bebe said:

Could you imagine Gaga winning a nobel prize one day???

What a truly incredible achievement :applause: 

This is giving me hope because nobody expected songwriters to be honored with literature Nobel prizes. Anything Goes now :applause:

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CannaeDrive

I'm a long time fan and I'm so proud for this ultimate recognition:applause: It's also very nice that great lyrics can be honored as amazing poetry and literature.

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AlexanderMagno

I'm always sad for the dozens of writers who also deserve this award, but Bob Dylan deserves it yes. Amazing to see a songwriter win it. He was not the obvious choice but times are changing. And words are meant to be heard, and sung.

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JusticeforVenus

It is becoming a music thing? :saladga: now everyone will want Taylor, madona, Gaga, Justin Bieber,  Katy, Bellonce (etc)   To be the next one.... This award  (Sadly) has been for ever contaminated...  

 

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Anastasia

It's about time! I hope Joni Mitchell gets recognized in such a way, she's the greatest imo, and LEONARD COHEN!!!
 

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Whispering

Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks
When you're tryin' to be so quiet
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, Jeez, I can't find my knees
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him
But like Louise always says
You can't look at much, can ya man
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
 

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