A Brazil-based company has acquired the rights to make a film adaptation of “Blood on the Tracks,” Bob Dylan’s legendary album.
“As long-time admirers of what is considered one of the greatest albums in music history, we feel privileged to be able to make this film,” said R.T. Features president Rodrigo Teixeira. R.T. Features produced 2007’s O Cheiro do Ralo (the drain smell), which was screened at Sundance, a hilarious tale about an embittered pawnshop owner confronting annoying customers and the acute symbolism of a backed-up drainage pipe.
The company is now seeking a director to produce the film in english: “Our goal is to work with a director who’ll be able to create a timeless film whose atmosphere communicates the emotions that inspired the fans.”
Released in 1975, Blood on the Tracks is the fifteenth studio album by Bob Dylan and includes exclusive songs like “Shelter from the Storm,” “Simple Twist of Fate” or “Meet Me in the Morning.”
Despite denials by Dylan, who’s now 70, critics widely consider this album to reflect the collapse of his marriage.
Here are the lyrics from “Simple twist of fate,” notice the stories told and the new ones unfolding. A glance through the entire album will reveal much potential for some poignant storytelling.
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
It was then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a-beat-up shade where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again how long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring
She was born in spring but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.