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Showing posts with label Bob Dylan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bob Dylan. Show all posts

Saturday, January 20, 2024

"Mississippi" by Bob Dylan

 

2016


Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling’ up, we struggle and we scrape We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape City’s just a jungle; more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, trying' to get away I was raised in the country, I been working’ in the town I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down Got nothing' for you, I had nothing' before Don’t even have anything for myself anymore Sky full of fire, pain pouring’ down Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long [ Well, the devil’s in the alley, mule’s in the stall Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all I was thinking’ 'bout the things that Rosie said I was dreaming I was sleeping' in Rosie’s bed [Verse 6] Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees Feeling like a stranger nobody sees So many things that we never will undo I know you’re sorry, I’m sorry too Some people will offer you their hand and some won’t Last night I knew you, tonight I don’t I need something strong to distract my mind I’m gonna look at you ’til my eyes go blind

Well I got here following' the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well my ship’s been split to splinters and it’s sinking' fast I’m drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free I’ve got nothing but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me Everybody moving if they ain’t already there Everybody got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interesting' right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in I know that fortune is waiting’ to be kind So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long


Thursday, November 16, 2023

"Ain’t Talkin’" by Bob Dylan

 



As I walked out tonight in the mystic gardenThe wounded flowers were dangling from the vineI was passing by yon cool crystal fountainSomeone hit me from behind
Ain't talkin', just walkin'Through this weary world of woeHeart burnin', still yearnin'No one on earth would ever know
They say prayer has the power to healSo pray from the motherIn the human heart an evil spirit can dwellI am a-tryin' to love my neighbor and do good unto othersBut oh, mother, things ain't going well
Ain't talkin', just walkin'I'll burn that bridge before you can crossHeart burnin', still yearnin'There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost
Now I'm all worn down by weepingMy eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dryIf I catch my opponents ever sleepingI'll just slaughter 'em where they lie
Ain't talkin', just walkin'Through the world mysterious and vagueHeart burnin', still yearnin'Walkin' through the cities of the plague
Well, the whole world is filled with speculationThe whole wide world which people say is roundThey will tear your mind away from contemplationThey will jump on your misfortune when you're down
Ain't talkin', just walkin'Eatin' hog-eyed grease in a hog-eyed townHeart burnin', still yearnin'Some day you'll be glad to have me around
They will crush you with wealth and powerEvery waking moment you could crackI'll make the most of one last extra hourI'll avenge my father's death then I'll step back
Ain't talkin', just walkin'Hand me down my walkin' caneHeart burnin', still yearnin'Got to get you out of my miserable brain
All my loyal and my much-loved companionsThey approve of me and share my codeI practice a faith that's been long abandonedAin't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Ain't talkin', just walkin'My mule is sick, my horse is blindHeart burnin', still yearnin'Thinkin' 'bout that gal I left behind
Well, it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flyin'Fame and honor never seem to fadeThe fire gone out but the light is never dyin'Who says I can't get heavenly aid?
Ain't talkin', just walkin'Carryin' a dead man's shieldHeart burnin', still yearnin'Walkin' with a toothache in my heel
The sufferin' is unendingEvery nook and cranny has its tearsI'm not playing, I'm not pretendingI'm not nursin' any superfluous fears
Ain't talkin', just walkin'Walkin' ever since the other nightHeart burnin', still yearnin'Walkin' 'til I'm clean out of sight
As I walked out in the mystic gardenOn a hot summer day, a hot summer lawnExcuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardonThere's no one here, the gardener is gone
Ain't talkin', just walkin'Up the road, around the bendHeart burnin', still yearnin'In the last outback at the world's end

Friday, October 27, 2023

"False Prophet" by Bob Dylan

 

In 2008


Another day that don't endAnother ship goin' outAnother day of anger, bitterness, and doubtI know how it happenedI saw it beginI opened my heart to the world and the world came in
Hello Mary LouHello Miss PearlMy fleet-footed guides from the underworldNo stars in the sky shine brighter than youYou girls mean business, and I do too
Well I'm the enemy of treasonEnemy of strifeI'm the enemy of the unlived meaningless lifeI ain't no false prophetI just know what I knowI go where only the lonely can go
I'm first among equalsSecond to noneThe last of the bestYou can bury the restBury 'em naked with their silver and goldPut them six feet under and I pray for their souls
What are you lookin' at?There's nothing to seeJust a cool breeze that's encircling meLet's go for a walk in the gardenSo far and so wideWe can sit in the shade by the fountain-side
I've search the world overFor the Holy GrailI sing songs of loveI sing songs of betrayalDon't care what I drinkI don't care what I eatI climbed the mountain of swords on my bare feet
You don't know me, darlin'You never would guessI'm nothing like my ghostly appearance would suggestI ain't no false prophetI just said what I saidI'm just here to bring vengeance on somebody's head
Put out your handThere's nothing to holdOpen your mouthI'll stuff it with goldOh, you poor devil, look up if you willThe city of God is there on the hill
Hello strangerA long goodbyeYou ruled the landBut so do IYou lost your muleYou got a poison brainI'll marry you to a ball and chain
You know darlin'The kind of life that I liveWhen your smile meets my smileA something's got to giveI ain't no false prophetNo, I'm nobody's brideCan't remember, when I was bornAnd I forgot when I died

Tuesday, March 14, 2023

"I Shall be Released" by Bob Dylan

 

On Atwater Street, under the overpass


They say everything can be replacedThey say every distance is not nearSo I remember every faceOf every man who put me here
I see my light come shiningFrom the west down to the eastAny day now, any day nowI shall be released
They say every man needs protectionThey say that every man must fallYet I swear I see my reflectionSomewhere so high above this wall
I see my light come shiningFrom the west down to the eastAny day now, any day nowI shall be released
Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowdA man who swears he's not to blameAll day long I hear him shouting so loudJust crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shiningFrom the west down to the eastAny day now, any day nowI shall be released

Saturday, January 21, 2023

"Love Minus Zero/No Limit" by Bob Dylan

 


My love she speaks like silence,Without ideals or violence,She doesn't have to say she's faithful,Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.People carry roses,Make promises by the hours,My love she laughs like the flowers,Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,People talk of situations,Read books, repeat quotations,Draw conclusions on the wall.Some speak of the future,My love she speaks softly,She knows there's no success like failureAnd that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,Madams light the candles.In ceremonies of the horsemen,Even the pawn must hold a grudge.Statues made of match sticks,Crumble into one another,My love winks, she does not bother,She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,The country doctor rambles,Bankers' nieces seek perfection,Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.The wind howls like a hammer,The night blows cold and rainy,My love she's like some ravenAt my window with a broken wing.

Note: "Love Minus Zero/No Limit", written by Bob Dylan and recorded on his 1965 album, "Bringing it all Back Home".   

Friday, November 5, 2021

Mother of Muses, sing for me, by Bob Dylan




                                                Mother of Muses, sing for me

                                                Sing of the mountains and the deep dark sea
                                                Sing of the lakes and the nymphs of the forest
                                                Sing your hearts out, all your women of the chorus
                                                Sing of honor and fate and glory be
                                                Mother of Muses, sing for me
                                                Mother of Muses, sing for my heart
                                                Sing of a love too soon to depart
                                                Sing of the heroes who stood alone
                                                Whose names are engraved on tablets of stone
                                                Who struggled with pain so the world could go free
                                                Mother of Muses, sing for me
                                                Sing of Sherman, Montgomery, and Scott
                                                And of Zhukov, and Patton, and the battles they fought
                                                Who cleared the path for Presley to sing
                                                Who carved the path for Martin Luther King
                                                Who did what they did and they went on their way
                                                Man, I could tell their stories all day
                                                I'm falling in love with Calliope
                                                She don't belong to anyone, why not give her to me?
                                                She's speaking to me, speaking with her eyes
                                                I've grown so tired of chasing lies
                                                Mother of Muses, wherever you are
                                                I've already outlived my life by far
                                                Mother of Muses, unleash your wrath
                                                Things I can't see, they're blocking my path
                                                Show me your wisdom, tell me my fate
                                                Put me upright, make me walk straight
                                                Forge my identity from the inside out
                                                You know what I'm talking about
                                                Take me to the river, release your charms
                                                Let me lay down a while in your sweet, loving arms
                                                Wake me, shake me, free me from sin
                                                Make me invisible, like the wind
                                                Got a mind that ramble, got a mind that roam
                                                I'm travelin' light and I'm a-slow coming home
               
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Mother of Muses lyrics © Special Rider Music, Universal Tunes