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from Bob Dylan - Live 1964 Concert At Philharmonic Hall : The Bootleg Series Vol.6 [live] (2004)
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn Look out your window and I'll be gone You're the reason I'm traveling on Don't think twice, it's all right. It ain't no use in turning on your light, babe That light I never knowed And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talking anyway So don't think twice, it's all right. It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal Like you never done before It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal I can't hear you any more I'm a-thinking and a-wond'rin' walking down the road I once loved a woman, a child I'm told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul Don't think twice, it's all right. So long honey, babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell Goodbye's too good a word, babe So I'll just say fare thee well I ain't saying you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right. |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1964 Concert At Philharmonic Hall : The Bootleg Series Vol.6 [live] (2004)
Listen to me, baby, There's something you must see. I want to be with you, gal, If you want to be with me. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm questionin' you. To take part in any quiz. It's just that I ain't got no watch An' you keep askin' me what time it is. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. I am just a poor boy, baby, Lookin' to connect. But I certainly don't want you thinkin' That I ain't got any respect. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. You know I'd have nightmares And a guilty conscience, too, If I kept you from anything That you really wanted to do. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm wantin' Anything you never gave before. It's just that I'll be sleepin' soon, It'll be too dark for you to find the door. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1964 Concert At Philharmonic Hall : The Bootleg Series Vol.6 [live] (2004)
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fools gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proved to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to you ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their marks Made everything from toy guns that sparks To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the President of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You loose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand without nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despite their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platforms ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God Bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges, watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me ? And if my thought-dreams could been seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
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from Bob Dylan - Biograph (1998)
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue |
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from Bob Dylan - Time Out Of Mind (1997)
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against a fence I've been hit too hard, seen too much Nothing can heal me now but your touch I just don't know what I'm gonna do I was alright 'til I fell in love with you Well, my house is on fire, burnin' to the sky Well, I thought it would rain but the clouds passed by And I feel like I'm comin' to the end of my way But I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray Still, I don't know what I'm gonna do I was alright 'til I fell in love with you Boys in the street beginnin' to play Girls like birds, flyin' away When I'm gone you will remember my name I'm gonna win my way to wealth and fame Yet I just don't know what I'm gonna do I was alright 'til I fell in love with you Well, junk's pilin' up, takin' up space My eyes feel like they're falling off my face Sweat pourin' down, I'm starin' at the floor I'm thinkin' about that girl who won't be back no more I just don't know what to do I was alright 'til I fell in love with you Well, I'm tired of talkin', I'm tired of tryin' to explain My attemps to please ya, they were all in vain Tomorrow night before the sun goes down If I'm still among the living, I'll be Dixie bound Still, I just don't know what I'm gonna do I was alright 'til I fell in love with you |
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from Bob Dylan - 3 Pak : Blonde On Blonde/Blood On The Tracks/Time Out Of Mind [box] (2001)
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence I've been hit too hard; I've seen too much Nothing can heal me now, but your touch I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Well my house is on fire; burning to the sky I thought it would rain but the clouds passed by Now I feel like I'm coming to the end of my way But I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray Still I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Boys in the street beginning to play Girls like birds flying away When I'm gone you will remember my name I'm gonna win my way to wealth and fame I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Junk is piling up; taking up space My eyes feel like they're falling off my face Sweat falling down, I'm staring at the floor I'm thinking about that girl who won't be back no more I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Well I'm tired of talking; I'm tired of trying to explain My attempts to please you were all in vain Tomorrow night before the sun goes down If I'm still among the living, I'll be Dixie bound I just don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you. |
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from Bob Dylan - 3 Pak : Oh Mercy / Time Out Of Mind / Love And Theft [box] (2004)
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence I've been hit too hard; I've seen too much Nothing can heal me now, but your touch I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Well my house is on fire; burning to the sky I thought it would rain but the clouds passed by Now I feel like I'm coming to the end of my way But I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray Still I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Boys in the street beginning to play Girls like birds flying away When I'm gone you will remember my name I'm gonna win my way to wealth and fame I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Junk is piling up; taking up space My eyes feel like they're falling off my face Sweat falling down, I'm staring at the floor I'm thinking about that girl who won't be back no more I don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you Well I'm tired of talking; I'm tired of trying to explain My attempts to please you were all in vain Tomorrow night before the sun goes down If I'm still among the living, I'll be Dixie bound I just don't know what I'm gonna do I was all right 'til I fell in love with you. |
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from Bob Dylan - Under The Red Sky (1990)
Ten thousand men on a hill, Ten thousand men on a hill, Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed. Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue, Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue, Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for you. Ten thousand men on the move, Ten thousand men on the move, None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove. Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold, Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold, All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold. Hey! Who could your lover be? Hey! Who could your lover be? Let me eat off his head so you can really see! Ten thousand women all dressed in white, Ten thousand women all dressed in white, Standin' at my window wishing me goodnight. Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail, Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail, Each one of 'em got seven wives, each one of 'em just out of jail. Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room, Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room, Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up will a broom. Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea! Baby, thank you for my tea! It's so sweet of you to be so nice to me. |
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from Bob Dylan - Blonde On Blonde (1966)
When she said,
Don't waste your words, they're just lies, I cried she was deaf. And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, What else you got left? It was then that I got up to leave But she said, Don't forget, Everybody must give something back For something they get. I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, Don't get cute. So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, And gallantly handed her My very last piece of gum. She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked. And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against . . . Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. She said, No, dear. I said, Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum. She screamed till her face got so red Then she fell on the floor, And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer. And, when I was through I filled up my shoe And brought it to you. And you, you took me in, You loved me then You didn't waste time. And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch. Now don't ask for mine. |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1964 Concert At Philharmonic Hall : The Bootleg Series Vol.6 [live] (2004)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ? And what did you see, my darling young one ? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one ? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded and hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ? And what'll you do now my darling young one ? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my songs well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1964 Concert At Philharmonic Hall : The Bootleg Series Vol.6 [live] (2004)
Oh, where have you been
My blue-eyed son? And where have you been My darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what did you see My blue-eyed son? And what did you see My darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what did you hear My blue-eyed son? And what did you hear My darling young one? I heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warning I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what did you meet My blue-eyed son? And who did you meet My darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman, her body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what'll you do now My blue-eyed son? And what'll you do now My darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where their home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison And the executioner's face is always well-hidden Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singing And it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall |
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from No Direction Home : The Bootleg Volume 7 (movie soundtrack) by Bob Dylan [ost] (2005)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ? And what did you see, my darling young one ? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one ? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded and hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ? And what'll you do now my darling young one ? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my songs well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |
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from Bob Dylan - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 (The Bootleg Series Vol. 9) (2010)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ? And what did you see, my darling young one ? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one ? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded and hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ? And what'll you do now my darling young one ? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my songs well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |
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from Bob Dylan - The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ? And where have you been my darling young one ? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ? And what did you see, my darling young one ? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one ?-a |
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from Bob Dylan - The Freewheelin' (2003)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ? And what did you see, my darling young one ? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one ? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded and hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ? And what'll you do now my darling young one ? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my songs well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |
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from Bob Dylan - Biograph (1998)
I can hear the turning of the key I've been deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain. My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most. The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still. I come back to the town from the flaming moon I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon. I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear? Everybody's wearing a disguise To hide what they've got left behind their eyes. But me, I can't cover what I am Wherever the children go I'll follow them. I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I'm not free. How long must I suffer such abuse Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose? I've given up the game, I've got to leave, The pot of gold is only make-believe. The treasure can't be found by men who search Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church. We sat in an empty theater and we kissed, I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list. My head tells me it's time to make a change But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange. One more time at midnight, near the wall Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl. Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit? Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it. |
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from Bob Dylan - Blonde On Blonde (1966)
Well, your railroad gate,
you know I just can't jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was half sick Yes, I waited for you when you hated me Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic When you knew I had some other place to be Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously But then, not again, not too many can be like you, fortunately. Well, six white horses that you did promise Were fin'lly delivered down to the penitentiary But to live outside the law, you must be honest I know you always say that you agree Alright where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I don't know how it happened But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate But ev'rybody else, even yourself They're just gonna have to wait. Well, I got the fever down in my pockets The Persian drunkard, he follows me Yes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock it You see, you forgot to leave me with the key Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I been in jail when all my mail showed That a man can't give his address out to bad company And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad In the ruins of your balcony Wond'ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie. |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan 3CD's Slipcase [box] (1999)
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was half sick Yes, I waited for you when you hated me Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic When you knew I had some other place to be Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately. Well, six white horses that you did promise Were fin'lly delivered down to the penitentiary But to live outside the law, you must be honest I know you always say that you agree But where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I don't know how it happened But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate But ev'rybody else, even yourself They're just gonna have to wait. Well, I got the fever down in my pockets The Persian drunkard, he follows me Yes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock it You see, you forgot to leave me with the key Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed That a man can't give his address out to bad company And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad In the ruins of your balcony Wond'ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie. |
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from Bob Dylan - 3 Pak : Blonde On Blonde/Blood On The Tracks/Time Out Of Mind [box] (2001)
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was a-half sick Yes, I waited for you when you hated me Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic When you knew I had some other place to be Now, where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately Well, six white horses that you did promise Were finally delivered down to the penitentiary But to live outside the law, you must be honest I know you always say that you agree Alright, so where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, I don't know how it happened But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate But everybody else, even yourself They're just gonna have to wait Well, I got the fever down in my pockets The Persian drunkard, he follows me Yes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock it You see, you forgot to leave me with the key Ah, where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, I been in jail where all the mail showed That a man can't give his address out to bad company And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad In the ruins of your balcony Wondering where you are tonight, Sweet Marie |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever had I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do Now all the crazy things I had to try Well I tried them all and then some But if you're lucky one day you find out Where it is you're really comin' from I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do Now in my day I've made some foolish moves But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing And now again I still wonder to myself Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do There's so much time has gone right on by I didn't think one could be so wrong And then one night I was drinkin' and a-thinkin' In the bottom of the glass I could see Bessie's face so strong I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do When she sees me will she know what I've been through? Will old times start to feelin' like new? When I get there will our love still feel so true? Yet all I have, I'll be a-bringin' it to you Oh Bessie, sing them old-time blues |
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from Bob Dylan - Self Portrait (1970)
Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'd only let your hair hang low Alberta what's on your mind Alberta what's on your mind You keep me worried and bothered All of the time Alberta what's on your mind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Oh my heart is so sad Cause I want you so bad Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta let your hair hang low Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. |
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from Bob Dylan - Biograph (1998)
There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl |
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from Bob Dylan - John Wesley Harding (1999)
There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl |
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from Bob Dylan - Dylan (2007)
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. |
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from Bob Dylan - Another Side Of Bob Dylan (1964)
I ain't lookin' to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you, Frighten you or tighten you, Drag you down or drain you down, Chain you down or bring you down. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up, Analyze you, categorize you, Finalize you or advertise you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to straight-face you, Race or chase you, track or trace you, Or disgrace you or displace you, Or define you or confine you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to meet your kin, Make you spin or do you in, Or select you or dissect you, Or inspect you or reject you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy, or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you Frighten you or uptighten you Drag you down or drain you down Chain you down or bring you down All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to straight-face you Race or chase you, track or trace you Or disgrace you or displace you Or define you or confine you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me See like me or be like me All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy, or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you Frighten you or uptighten you Drag you down or drain you down Chain you down or bring you down All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to straight-face you Race or chase you, track or trace you Or disgrace you or displace you Or define you or confine you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me See like me or be like me All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you |
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from Bob Dylan - Masked And Anonymous (2003)
I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy, or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you Frighten you or uptighten you Drag you down or drain you down Chain you down or bring you down All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to straight-face you Race or chase you, track or trace you Or disgrace you or displace you Or define you or confine you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me See like me or be like me All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1964 Concert At Philharmonic Hall : The Bootleg Series Vol.6 [live] (2004)
I ain't lookin' to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you, Frighten you or uptighten you, Drag you down or drain you down, Chain you down or bring you down. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up, Analyze you, categorize you, Finalize you or advertise you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to straight-face you, Race or chase you, track or trace you, Or disgrace you or displace you, Or define you or confine you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to meet your kin, Make you spin or do you in, Or select you or dissect you, Or inspect you or reject you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1964 Concert At Philharmonic Hall : The Bootleg Series Vol.6 [live] (2004)
I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy, or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you Frighten you or uptighten you Drag you down or drain you down Chain you down or bring you down All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to straight-face you Race or chase you, track or trace you Or disgrace you or displace you Or define you or confine you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me See like me or be like me All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you |
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from Bob Dylan - Self Portrait (1970)
All the tired horses in the sun
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from Blow (블로우) by Graeme Revell [ost] (2001)
All the tired horses in the sun
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat
Down there Old man down is baitin' a hook On there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook Gonna pull man into the suckling brook Oh yeah! Now, he's underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! That's underneath that tree There's gonna be just you and me Underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! I push him back and I stand in line Oh yeah! Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line Oh yeah! Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line I get on board in two-eyed time Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Underneath that tree There's just gonna be you and me Underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Now, who's on the table. who's to tell me? Oh yeah! Who's on the table, who's to tell me? Oh yeah! Who should I tell, oh, who should I tell? The forty-nine of you like bats out of hell Oh underneath that old apple suckling tree |
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from Bob Dylan - Saved (1999)
Are you ready, are you ready? Are you ready, are you ready? Are you ready to meet Jesus? Are you where you ought to be? Will He know you when He sees you Or will He say, "Depart from Me"? Are you ready, hope you're ready. Am I ready, am I ready? Am I ready, am I ready? Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren And to take up my cross? Have I surrendered to the will of God Or am I still acting like the boss? Am I ready, hope I'm ready. When destruction cometh swiftly And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well, Have you decided whether you want to be In heaven or in hell? Are you ready, are you ready? Have you got some unfinished business? Is there something holding you back? Are you thinking for yourself Or are you following the pack? Are you ready, hope you're ready. Are you ready? Are you ready for the judgment? Are you ready for that terrible swift sword? Are you ready for Armageddon? Are you ready for the day of the Lord? Are you ready, I hope you're ready. |
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from Bob Dylan - Good As I Been To You (1992)
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas mornin'. Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp, And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp And a little wee drummer intending to camp, For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'. "Good morning, good morning," the Sergeant he cried. "And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply, Intending no harm but meant to pass by, For it bein' on Christmas mornin'. "But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist, Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist, And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust, And drink the king's health in the morning. "For a soldier, he leads a very fine life, And he always is blessed with a charming young wife, And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife, And he always lives pleasant and charmin', And a soldier, he always is decent and clean, In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen. While other poor fellows go dirty and mean, And sup on thin gruel in the morning." "But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes, For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose, But you dare not change them one night, for you know If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning. And although that we're single and free, We take great delight in our own company. We have no desire strange places to see, Although that your offers are charming. "And we have no desire to take your advance, All hazards and dangers we barter on chance, For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France, Where we would get shot without warning." "Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat, And neither will I take it from snappy young brats, For if you insult me with one other word, I'll cut off your heads in the morning." And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs, And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades When a trusty shillelagh came over their head And bid them take that as fair warning. And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides, We flung them as far as we could in the tide, "Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride, "And temper their edge in the mornin'!" And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow, And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow, Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll, And bade it a tedious returning, And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks. We paid no respect to their two bloody backs, And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks, And left them for dead in the morning. And so, to conclude and to finish disputes, We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits, For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts And bid them look sharp in the mornin'. Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas mornin'. |
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from Bob Dylan - John Wesley Harding (1999)
As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paine's, I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains. I offer'd her my hand, She took me by the arm. I knew that very instant, She meant to do me harm. "Depart from me this moment," I told her with my voice. Said she, "But I don't wish to," Said I, "But you have no choice." "I beg you, sir," she pleaded From the corners of her mouth, "I will secretly accept you And together we'll fly south." Just then Tom Paine, himself, Came running from across the field, Shouting at this lovely girl And commanding her to yield. And as she was letting go her grip, Up Tom Paine did run, "I'm sorry, sir," he said to me, "I'm sorry for what she's done." |
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from Bob Dylan - Biograph (1998)
Baby let me follow you down Baby let me follow you down Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down Can i come home with you? I said can i come home with you? Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down. I'll buy you a diamond ring. I'll buy you a wedding gown And i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down |
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from Bob Dylan - Biograph (1998)
Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hit the highway road But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you. Sometimes I'm in the mood, Lord, I had my overflowin' fill Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna make out my final will Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna head for the walkin' hill But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you. Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna lay right down and die Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna climb up to the sky Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna laugh until I cry But then again, I said again, I said again, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you. Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna sleep in my pony's stall Sometimes I'm in the mood, I ain't gonna do nothin' at all Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna fly like a cannon ball But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you. Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna back up against the wall Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna run till I have to crawl Sometimes I'm in the mood, I ain't gonna do nothin' at all But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you. Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna change my house around Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna make a change in this here town Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna change the world around But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan (1962)
Baby let me follow you down Baby let me follow you down Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down Can i come home with you? I said can i come home with you? Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down. I'll buy you a diamond ring. I'll buy you a wedding gown And i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1966 "The Royal Albert Hall Concert" : The Bootleg Series Vol. 4 (1998)
Baby, let me follow you down
Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Can I come home with you? Baby, can I come home with you? Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me come home with you Baby, let me follow you down Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Yes, I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down |
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from Bob Dylan - The Freewheelin' (2003)
Baby, let me follow you down
Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Can I come home with you? Baby, can I come home with you? Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me come home with you Baby, let me follow you down Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Yes, I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down |
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from Bob Dylan - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 (The Bootleg Series Vol. 9) (2010)
Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down Can i come home with you? I said can i come home with you? Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down. I'll buy you a diamond ring. I'll buy you a wedding gown And i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down |
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from Bob Dylan - Street Legal (1999)
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe,
But you're back where you belong. Go get me my pistol, babe, Honey, I can't tell right from wrong. Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying. You know, I know, the sun will always shine But baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. Go down to the river, babe, Honey, I will meet you there. Go down to the river, babe, Honey, I will pay your fare. Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying. You know, I know, the sun will always shine But baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. If you're looking for assistance, babe, Or if you just want some company Or if you just want a friend you can talk to, Honey, come and see about me. Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying. You know, I know, the sun will always shine But baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. You been hurt so many times And I know what you're thinking of. Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe, To see that you're madly in love. But baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying Baby, please stop crying. You know, I know, the sun will always shine But baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind. |
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from Bob Dylan - Another Side Of Bob Dylan (1964)
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze.
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn. I courted her proudly but now she is gone, Gone as the season she's taken. Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away From her mother and sister, though close did they stay. Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us. Of the two sisters, I loved the young. With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one. The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone By the jealousy of others around her. For her parasite sister, I had no respect, Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect. Countless visions of the other she'd reflect As a crutch for her scenes and her society. Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused, The changes I was going through can't even be used, For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime. With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my grip A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped, Noticing not that I'd already slipped To a sin of love's false security. From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace, Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies, Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please, What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?" And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen, The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream. At the peak of the night, the king and the queen Tumbled all down into pieces. "The tragic figure!" her sister did shout, "Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!" And I in my armor, turning about And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness. Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound Her sister and I in a screaming battleground. And she in between, the victim of sound, Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows. All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight. I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight. My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet. The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet. I think of her often and hope whoever she's met Will be fully aware of how precious she is. Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me, "How good, how good does it feel to be free?" And I answer them most mysteriously, "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?" |
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from Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited (1965)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home *Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone?" *Repeat You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone *Repeat You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known *Repeat Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan" *Repeat Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home" *Repeat Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones *Repeat |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what you’ll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, “Is this where it is?” And somebody points to you and says “It’s his” And you say, “What’s mine?” And somebody else says, “Where what is?” And you say, “Oh my God Am I here all alone?” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, “How does it feel To be such a freak?” And you say, “Impossible” As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You’ve been with the professors And they’ve all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books You’re very well read It’s well known Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, “Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word “NOW” And you say, “For what reason?” And he says, “How?” And you say, “What does this mean?” And he screams back, “You’re a cow Give me some milk Or else go home” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin’ around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what you’ll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, “Is this where it is?” And somebody points to you and says “It’s his” And you say, “What’s mine?” And somebody else says, “Where what is?” And you say, “Oh my God Am I here all alone?” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, “How does it feel To be such a freak?” And you say, “Impossible” As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You’ve been with the professors And they’ve all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books You’re very well read It’s well known Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, “Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word “NOW” And you say, “For what reason?” And he says, “How?” And you say, “What does this mean?” And he screams back, “You’re a cow Give me some milk Or else go home” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin’ around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
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from Bob Dylan - Live 1966 "The Royal Albert Hall Concert" : The Bootleg Series Vol. 4 (1998)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what you’ll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, “Is this where it is?” And somebody points to you and says “It’s his” And you say, “What’s mine?” And somebody else says, “Where what is?” And you say, “Oh my God Am I here all alone?” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, “How does it feel To be such a freak?” And you say, “Impossible” As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You’ve been with the professors And they’ve all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books You’re very well read It’s well known Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, “Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word “NOW” And you say, “For what reason?” And he says, “How?” And you say, “What does this mean?” And he screams back, “You’re a cow Give me some milk Or else go home” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin’ around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan 3CD's Slipcase [box] (1999)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man ?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home. Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is ?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you says, "What's mine ?" And somebody else says, "Where what is ?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone ?" But something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak ?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone. And something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To all give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations. You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known. But something is happening here And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan". And you know something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason ?" And he says, "How ?" And you say, "What does this mean ?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home". Because something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones. Does something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? |
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from Bob Dylan - Real Live [live] (2000)
You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone?" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
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from No Direction Home : The Bootleg Volume 7 (movie soundtrack) by Bob Dylan [ost] (2005)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what you’ll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, “Is this where it is?” And somebody points to you and says “It’s his” And you say, “What’s mine?” And somebody else says, “Where what is?” And you say, “Oh my God Am I here all alone?” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, “How does it feel To be such a freak?” And you say, “Impossible” As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You’ve been with the professors And they’ve all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books You’re very well read It’s well known Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, “Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word “NOW” And you say, “For what reason?” And he says, “How?” And you say, “What does this mean?” And he screams back, “You’re a cow Give me some milk Or else go home” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin’ around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
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from No Direction Home : The Bootleg Volume 7 (movie soundtrack) by Bob Dylan [ost] (2005)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man ?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home. Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is ?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you says, "What's mine ?" And somebody else says, "Where what is ?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone ?" But something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak ?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone. And something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To all give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations. You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known. But something is happening here And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan". And you know something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason ?" And he says, "How ?" And you say, "What does this mean ?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home". Because something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones. Does something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ? |
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from Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A Changin (1998)
Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin' down You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain't a-got no friend Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder now It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain Your grass it is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun That's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you're holdin' in your hand There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born |
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from Bob Dylan - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 (The Bootleg Series Vol. 9) (2010)
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin' down You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain't a-got no friend Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain Your grass it is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun That's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you're holdin' in your hand There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born |
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from Bob Dylan - Self Portrait (1970)
One evening for pleasure I rambled to view
The fair fields all alone Down by the banks of Loch Eiron Where beauty and pleasure were known. I spied a fair maid at her labour Which caused me to stay for a while And I thought of a goddess to beauty Bloomin' bright star of Bright Isle. I humbled myself to her beauty "Fair maiden, where do you belong ? Are you from heaven descended Abiding in Cupid's fair throne ?" "Young man, I will tell you a secret It's true I'm a maid that is poor And to part from my vows and my promise Is more than my heart can endure. Therefore I remain at my service And go through all my hardship and toil And wait for the lad that has left me All alone on the banks of Belle Isle" "Young maiden I wish not to banter It's true I come here in disguise I came here to fulfil our last promise And hope to give you a surprise. I've known you're a maid I love dearly And you've been in my heart all the while For me there is no other damsel Than my bloomin' bright star of Belle Isle" |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
(r. danko and j.r. robertson)
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever had I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do Now all the crazy things I had to try Well I tried them all and then some But if you're lucky one day you find out Where it is you're really comin' from I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do Now in my day I've made some foolish moves But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing Now and again I still wonder to myself Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing 'Cause now I'm goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith And when I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do |
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from Bob Dylan - Beyond Here Lies Nothin` (Single) (2009)
oh well I love you pretty baby
you're the only love I've ever known just as long as you stay with me the whole world is my throne down here lies nothing, nothing we could call our own well, I'm moving after midnight down boulevards of broken cars don't know what I'd do about it without this love that we call ours down here lies nothing, nothing but the moon and stars down in the street there's a window and it a window made of glass we'll keep on loving pretty baby for as long as love will last down here lies nothing, but the mountains of the past well my ship is in the harbour and the sails are spread now listen to me pretty baby lay your hand upon my head beyond here lies nothing, nothing done and nothing said |
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from Bob Dylan - Modern Times (2006)
Beyond the horizon, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow life has only begun In the long hours of twilight 'neath the stardust above Beyond the horizon it is easy to love I'm touched with desire What don't I do? Through flame and through fire I'll build my world around you Beyond the horizon, in the Springtime or Fall Love waits forever, for one and for all Beyond the horizon, across the divide 'Round about midnight, we'll be on the same side Down in the valley the water runs cold Beyond the horizon someone prayed for your soul My wretched heart is pounding I felt an angel's kiss My memories are drowning In mortal bliss Beyond the horizon, at the end of the game Every step that you take, I'm walking the same Beyond the horizon, the night winds blow The theme of a melody from many moons ago The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime Beyond the horizon I found you just in time It's dark and it's dreary I've been pleading in vain I'm wounded, I'm weary My repentance is plain Beyond the horizon o'r the treacherous sea I still can't believe that you have set aside your love for me Beyond the horizon, 'neath crimson skies In the soft light of morning I'll follow you with my eyes Through countries and kingdoms and temples of stone Beyond the horizon right down to the bone It's the right time of the season Somebody there always cared There's always a reason Why someone's life has been spared Beyond the horizon, the sky is so blue I've got more than a lifetime to live lovin' you |
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from Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid by Bob Dylan [ost] (1973)
There's guns across the river aimin' at ya
Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya Billy, they don't like you to be so free. Campin' out all night on the berenda Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me. Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya Billy, you're so far away from home. There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places Bullet holes and scars between the spaces There's always one more notch and ten more paces Billy, and you're walkin' all alone. They say that Pat Garrett's got your number So sleep with one eye open when you slumber Every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun. Guitars will play your grand finale Down in some Tularosa alley, Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley Billy, you're so far away from home. There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances And some old whore from San Pedro to make advances Advances on your spirit and your soul. The businessmen from Taos want you to go down They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown. Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down To be shot down by the man who was your friend? Hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one. She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one Billy, you been runnin' for so long. Guitars will play your grand finale Down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley Billy, you're so far away from home |
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from Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid by Bob Dylan [ost] (1973)
There's guns across the river about to pound you
There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you Bounty hunters are dancing all around you Billy, they don't like you to be so free. Camping out all night on the berenda Walking in the streets down by the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send you Billy, don't you turn your back on me. There's mills inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes and rifles in their cases There is always one more notchin' for more aces Billy, and you're playing all alone. Playing around with some sweet señorita Into her dark chamber she will greet you In the shadows of the maizes she will lead you Billy, and you're going all alone. They say that Pat Garrett's got your number So sleep with one eye open, when you wander If every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun. There's always another stranger sneaking glances Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances Some old whore from San Pedro'll make advances Advances on your spirit and your soul. The businessmen from Taos want you to go down So they've hired mister Garrett, he'll force you to slow down Billy, don't let it make you feel so low down To be hunted by the man who was your friend. So hang on to your woman, if you got one Remember in El Paso once you shot one I'll be in Santa Fe about one Billy, you've been running for so long. Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in La Rio Pecas valley Billy, you're so far away from home Billy, you're so far away from home |
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from Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid by Bob Dylan [ost] (1973)
Spend the night with some sweet señorita
Into her dark hallway she will lead you In some lonesome shadow she might greet you Billy, you’re so doggone far away from home They say that Pat Garrett’s got your number Sleep with one eye open when you slumber Every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun Maybe you will find yourself tomorrow Drinking in some bar to hide your sorrow Spending the time that you borrow Figuring a way to get back home |
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from Bob Dylan - Another Side Of Bob Dylan (1964)
I woke in the mornin', wand'rin',
Wasted and worn out. I woke in the mornin', wand'rin', Wasted and worn out. Wishin' my long-lost lover Will walk to me, talk to me, Tell me what it's all about. I was standin' at the side road Listenin' to the billboard knock. Standin' at the side road Listenin' to the billboard knock. Well, my wrist was empty But my nerves were kickin', Tickin' like a clock. If I got anything you need, babe, Let me tell you in front. If I got anything you need, babe, Let me tell you in front. You can come to me sometime, Night time, day time, Any time you want. Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm Too high to fall. Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm Too high to fall. Other times I'm thinkin' I'm So low I don't know If I can come up at all. Black crows in the meadow Across a broad highway. Black crows in the meadow Across a broad highway. Though it's funny, honey, I just don't feel much like a Scarecrow today. |
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from Bob Dylan - Desire (1976)
Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat. Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothin' like that. And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind. She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in. She smiles, walks the other way As the last ship sails and the moon fades away From Black Diamond Bay. As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write. "Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says, Carefully removes his fez, "Am I hearin' you right?" And as the yellow fog is liftin' The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor. She passes him on the spiral staircase Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador, She starts to speak, but he walks away As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway On Black Diamond Bay. A soldier sits beneath the fan Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring. Lightning strikes, the lights blow out. The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout, "Can you see anything?" Then the Greek appears on the second floor In his bare feet with a rope around his neck, While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle, Says, "Open up another deck." But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,'' As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away From Black Diamond Bay. The desk clerk heard the woman laugh As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough. He tried to grab the woman's hand, Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand." She said, "That ain't enough." Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb. She passed the door that the Greek had locked, Where a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb." She knocked upon it anyway As the sun went down and the music did play On Black Diamond Bay. "I've got to talk to someone quick!" But the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the chair to the floor. He hung there from the chandelier. She cried, "Help, there's danger near Please open up the door!" Then the volcano erupted And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above. The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner Thinking of forbidden love. But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day," As the stars fell down and the fields burned away On Black Diamond Bay. As the island slowly sank The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room. The dealer said, "It's too late now. You can take your money, but I don't know how You'll spend it in the tomb." The tiny man bit the soldier's ear As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew, While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her, "My darling, je vous aime beaucoup." She sheds a tear and then begins to pray As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away From Black Diamond Bay. I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A., Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news. It seems there was an earthquake that Left nothin' but a Panama hat And a pair of old Greek shoes. Didn't seem like much was happenin', So I turned it off and went to grab another beer. Seems like every time you turn around There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear And there's really nothin' anyone can say And I never did plan to go anyway To Black Diamond Bay |
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from Bob Dylan - Good As I Been To You (1992)
Blackjack Davey come a-ridin' on back, A-whistlin' loud and merry. Made the woods around him ring, And he charmed the heart of a lady, Charmed the heart of a lady. "How old are you, my pretty little miss, How old are you, my honey?" She answered to him with a lovin' smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday, Be sixteen come Sunday." "Come and go with me, my pretty little miss, Come and go with me, my honey. Take you where the grass grows green, You never will want for money, You never will want for money. "Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes All made of Spanish leather. Get behind me on my horse And we'll ride off together, We'll both go off together." Well, she pulled off them high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish leather. Got behind him on his horse And they rode off together, They both rode off together. At night the boss came home Inquiring about his lady. His servant spoke before she thought, "She's been with Blackjack Davey, Rode off with Blackjack Davey." "Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud, He's speedier than the gray. I rode all day and I'll ride all night, And I'll overtake my lady, I'll bring back my lady." Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight, Till he came to a river ragin', And there he spied his darlin' bride In the arms of Blackjack Davey, Wrapped up with Blackjack Davey. "Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather. Give to me your lily-white hand And we'll both go home together, We'll both go home together." Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather, Gave to him her lily-white hand And said good-bye forever. Bid farewell forever. "Would you forsake your house and home, Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your husband, too, To go with Blackjack Davey, Ride off with Blackjack Davey?" "Well, I'll forsake my house and home, And I'll forsake my baby. I'll forsake my husband, too, For the love of Blackjack Davey, Love my Blackjack Davey." "Last night I slept in a feather bed Between my husband and baby. Tonight I lay on the river banks In the arms of Blackjack Davey, Love my Blackjack Davey." |
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from Bob Dylan - Blues (2007)
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem." I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell See them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning (I can) hear the undertaker's bell (Yeah), nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, God is in heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell |
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from Bob Dylan - World Gone Wrong (2000)
Woke up this morning, feeling blue, Seen a good-lookin' girl, can I make love with you? Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you, Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you. I got blood in my eyes for you, babe, I don't care what in the world you do. I went back home, put on my tie, Gonna get that girl that money will buy. Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you, Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you. I got blood in my eyes for you, babe, I don't care what in the world you do. She looked at me, begin to smile, Said, "Hey, hey, man, can't you wait a little while?" No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you. No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you. Got blood in my eyes for you, babe, I don't care what in the world you do. No, no, ma'am, I can't wait, You got my money, now you're trying to break this date. Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you, Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you. I got blood in my eyes for you, babe, I don't care what in the world you do. I tell you something, tell you the facts, You don't want me, give my money back. Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you, Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you. I got blood in my eyes for you, babe, I don't care what in the world you do. |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they are forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind |
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from Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they are forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind |
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from Folk, Gospel & Blues: Will The Circle Be Unbroken (1999)
(papayevverte)
지난 2004년 음악전문지 롤링스톤즈가뽑은 위대한 노래 5백곡가운데 14위에올랐다 평화와전쟁 자유에관해질문하는 철학적인노래 How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man 사람은 얼마나 많은 길을 걸어야 사람이라고 불리울수있을까?(사람으로 인정받을수 있을까?) How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand 흰 비둘기는 얼마나 많은 바다를 건너야 모래 밭에서 편안히 잠을 잘 수 있을까 Yes 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned 얼마나 많은 포탄이 날아가야 지상에서 사라질 수 있을까(영원히 포탄사용이 금지될수있을까?) The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind 친구여 그대답은바람결에흩날리고있다네...대답은우리주변에있는데 우리가알아차리지못할뿐...) 바람만이 알고 있지. Yes 'n' how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea 산은 얼마나 오랜 세월을 서있어야 바다로 씻겨갈수있을까? (높은 산이 씻겨나가 바다로 흘러갈 수 있을까) Yes 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed tl be free 얼마나 많은 세월이 흘러야 사람들이 자유로와 질수있을까? Yes 'n' how many times can a man turn his head Pretending that he just doesn't see 도대체 얼마나 여러 번 고개를 돌려야 보이지않는척 외면할수있을까? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind 친구여 그 대답은 바람결에 흩날리고있다네 그답은불어오는 바람속에 있다네.. Yes 'n' how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky 사람은 얼마나 여러번 올려다 봐야 하늘을 볼수있을까? Yes 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry 도대체 얼마나 많은 귀가있어야 사람들이 울부짖는 소리를 들을수 있을까 Yes 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died 얼마나 많은 사람이 죽어야 너무나 많은 이가 희생되었다는사실을 알 수있을까? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind 친구여 그대답은 바람결에 흩날리고있다네 그답은불어오는 바람속에있다네... |
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