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Bob Dylan, performing in 2006, altered music history with “Like a Rolling Stone.”

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How does it feel? Well, like $2 million

As they say, the times really are a-changin'.

Sotheby's auction house announced that the working draft of the groundbreaking folk-rock song “Like a Rolling Stone” was sold to a collector for more than $2 million.

Written in Bob Dylan's own hand, the four-page manuscript includes doodles and alternative lyrics that were never used when the song was recorded and performed.

It was a song that started a revolution. The king who was deposed was Dylan himself, who appeared at the Newport Folk Festival on July 25, 1965, with an electric guitar.

This was heresy to the folk purists who until that moment had considered Dylan their secular deity, and there were boos and catcalls as the electrified band swung into “Maggie's Farm.”

Then, in a jeering, talk-sing-shout tirade that would alter the course of the next four decades (think of the best rap, for instance, and the whole arc of Bruce Springsteen's career), Dylan began to sing “Like a Rolling Stone.”

Searing sarcasm.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine / You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

Rhymes that soared beyond meter:

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns / When they all come down and did tricks for you

And a chorus that blew all doubts away:

How does it feel? How does it feel? / To be on your own / With no direction home / Like a complete unknown / Like a rolling stone?

Two million dollars. A bargain, we say. How can you put a price on history?

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