Bob Dylan's son is sure talented!
Jakob Dylan, frontman for the band called "The Wallflowers
", sings his heart out in this very emotional, original song
, "One Headlight
Jakob explained this about writing for his own songs, and albums:
"A lot of times when you write songs, you’re aware that this line is just going to help you get to the next line and someone’s probably going to do an organ fill right there anyway – you can let those go. But with something like this, it was just three instruments, really; vocals being one of the instruments, which then makes the lyrics being one of the instruments. You’re more aware that things are going to be more exposed and you can’t really let anything go unless you’re confident that this is what you want to say."
With a total of 21 million views on YouTube, Jakob Dylan has made a name for himself with this hit song, "One Headlight", and it's beautiful.
Bob Dylan should be so proud of his youngest son, and his passion for making sweet, soulful music!
Check out one of Jakob's most recognizable songs, and see for yourself how talented he is!
So long ago, I don't remember whenThat's when they say I lost my only friendWell they said she died easy of a broken heart diseaseAs I listened through the cemetery treesI seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawnThe long broken arm of human lawNow it always seemed such a wasteShe always had a pretty faceSo I wondered how she hung around this placeHey, come on try a littleNothing is foreverThere's got to be something better than In the middleBut me & CinderellaWe put it all togetherWe can drive it homeWith one headlightShe said it's coldIt feels like Independence DayAnd I can't break away from this paradeBut there's got to be an openingSomewhere here in front of meThrough this maze of ugliness and greedAnd I seen the sun up aheadAt the county line bridgeSayin' all there's good and nothingness is deadWe'll run until she's out of breathShe ran until there's nothin' leftShe hit the end-it's just her window ledgeWell this place is oldIt feels just like a beat up truckI turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turnWell it smells of cheap wine & cigarettesThis place is always such a messSometimes I think I'd like to watch it burnI'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody elseMan, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the sameBut somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreamsI think her death it must be killin' me