Jump to content

Play ****in Loud


Recommended Posts

Up on the white verandaShe wears a necktie and a Panama hat.Her passport shows a faceFrom another time and placeShe looks nothin' like that.And all the remnants of her recent pastAre scattered in the wild wind.She walks across the marble floorWhere a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in.She smiles, walks the other wayAs the last ship sails and the moon fades awayFrom Black Diamond Bay.As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes downAnd 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 staircaseThinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,She starts to speak, but he walks awayAs the storm clouds rise and the palm branches swayOn Black Diamond Bay.A soldier sits beneath the fanDoin' 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 floorIn 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 awayFrom Black Diamond Bay.The desk clerk heard the woman laughAs 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 bagsWhile 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 anywayAs the sun went down and the music did playOn 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 nearPlease open up the door!"Then the volcano eruptedAnd the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the cornerThinking of forbidden love.But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day,"As the stars fell down and the fields burned awayOn Black Diamond Bay.As the island slowly sankThe 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 howYou'll spend it in the tomb."The tiny man bit the soldier's earAs 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 prayAs the fire burns on and the smoke drifts awayFrom 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 thatLeft nothin' but a Panama hatAnd 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 aroundThere's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hearAnd there's really nothin' anyone can sayAnd I never did plan to go anywayTo Black Diamond Bay.

Link to post
Share on other sites
  • Replies 130
  • Created
  • Last Reply

Top Posters In This Topic

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sunDust on my face and my cape,Me and Magdalena on the runI think this time we shall escape.Sold my guitar to the baker's sonFor a few crumbs and a place to hide,But I can get another oneAnd I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.No llores, mi queridaDios nos vigilaSoon the horse will take us to Durango.Agarrame, mi vidaSoon the desert will be goneSoon you will be dancing the fandango.Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our peopleHoofbeats like castanets on stone.At night I dream of bells in the village steepleThen I see the bloody face of Ramon.Was it me that shot him down in the cantinaWas it my hand that held the gun?Come, let us fly, my MagdalenaThe dogs are barking and what's done is done.No llores, mi queridaDios nos vigilaSoon the horse will take us to Durango.Agarrame, mi vidaSoon the desert will be goneSoon you will be dancing the fandango.At the corrida we'll sit in the shadeAnd watch the young torero stand alone.We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayedWhen they rode with Villa into Torreon.Then the padre will recite the prayers of oldIn the little church this side of town.I will wear new boots and an earring of goldYou'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.The way is long but the end is nearAlready the fiesta has begun.The face of God will appearWith His serpent eyes of obsidian.No llores, mi queridaDios nos vigilaSoon the horse will take us to Durango.Agarrame, mi vidaSoon the desert will be goneSoon you will be dancing the fandango.Was that the thunder that I heard?My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp painCome sit by me, don't say a wordOh, can it be that I am slain?Quick, Magdalena, take my gunLook up in the hills, that flash of light.Aim well my little oneWe may not make it through the night.No llores, mi queridaDios nos vigilaSoon the horse will take us to Durango.Agarrame, mi vidaSoon the desert will be goneSoon you will be dancing the fandango.

Link to post
Share on other sites

That's it from Desire.I can't understand,She let go of my handAn' left me here facing the wall.I'd sure like t' knowWhy she did go,But I can't get close t' her at all.Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime,She said she would never forget.But now mornin's clear,It's like I ain't here,She just acts like we never have met.It's all new t' me,Like some mystery,It could even be like a myth.Yet it's hard t' think on,That she's the same oneThat last night I was with.From darkness, dreams're deserted,Am I still dreamin' yet?I wish she'd unlockHer voice once an' talk,'Stead of acting like we never have met.If she ain't feelin' well,Then why don't she tell'Stead of turnin' her back t' my face?Without any doubt,She seems too far outFor me t' return t' her chase.Though the night ran swirling an' whirling,I remember her whispering yet.But evidently she don'tAn' evidently she won't,She just acts like we never have met.If I didn't have t' guess,I'd gladly confessT' anything I might've tried.If I was with 'er too longOr have done something wrong,I wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run an' hide.Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played,Her mouth was watery and wet.But now something has changedFor she ain't the same,She just acts like we never have met.I'm leavin' today,I'll be on my wayOf this I can't say very much.But if you want me to,I can be just like youAn' pretend that we never have touched.An' if anybody asks me, "Is it easy to forget?"I'll say, "It's easily done,You just pick anyone,An' pretend that you never have met!"

Link to post
Share on other sites

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken tollWe ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashingAs majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the soundsSeeming to be the chimes of freedom flashingFlashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fightFlashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flightAn' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the nightAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watchedWith faces hidden while the walls were tighteningAs the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rainDissolved into the bells of the lightningTolling for the rebel, tolling for the rakeTolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsakedTolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stakeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hailThe sky cracked its poems in naked wonderThat the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breezeLeaving only bells of lightning and its thunderStriking for the gentle, striking for the kindStriking for the guardians and protectors of the mindAn' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful timeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled talesFor the disrobed faceless forms of no positionTolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughtsAll down in taken-for-granted situationsTolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the muteTolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostituteFor the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuitAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashedAn' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftingElectric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the onesCondemned to drift or else be kept from driftingTolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trailFor the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a taleAn' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jailAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caughtTrapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspendedAs we listened one last time an' we watched with one last lookSpellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling endedTolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursedFor the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worseAn' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,Remember me to one who lives there.She once was a true love of mine.Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,When the rivers freeze and summer ends,Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,To keep her from the howlin' winds.Please see for me if her hair hangs long,If it rolls and flows all down her breast.Please see for me if her hair hangs long,That's the way I remember her best.I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.Many times I've often prayedIn the darkness of my night,In the brightness of my day.So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,Remember me to one who lives there.She once was a true love of mine.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets flyLike Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drainYou fasten the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansionAs young people's bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mudYou've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsHow much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youEven Jesus would neverForgive what you doLet me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soulAnd I hope that you dieAnd your death'll come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand o'er your grave'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Link to post
Share on other sites

I've seen Dylan twice. Once at the Rose Garden, in portland, then again the next night at Mac Court in eugene. Both shows were with Van Morisson (disappointing) The next time was at Gill Colisseum (oregon st beaver's basketball stadium) just Dylan...it was a relatively small show, and i was standing directly lin front of the stage. It was the best concert i've ever been to. And i've been to hundreds. John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore.His mama sure was proud of him!He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.His mama's face broke out all in a grin."Oh son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine,You make me proud to know you hold a gun.Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get,And we'll put them on the wall when you come home."As that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout,Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood:"That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know."She made well sure her neighbors understood.She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smileAs she showed them to the people from next door.And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun,And these things you called a good old-fashioned war.Oh! Good old-fashioned war!Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come.They ceased to come for about ten months or more.Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train.Your son's a-coming home from the war."She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere aroundBut she could not see her soldier son in sight.But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last,When she did she could hardly believe her eyes.Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown offAnd he wore a metal brace around his waist.He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know,While she couldn't even recognize his face!Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face."Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done.How is it you come to be this way?"He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly moveAnd the mother had to turn her face away."Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to warYou thought it was the best thing I could do?I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud.You wasn't there standing in my shoes.""Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'.But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came closeAnd I saw that his face looked just like mine."Oh! Lord! Just like mine!"And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink,That I was just a puppet in a play.And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke,And a cannon ball blew my eyes away."As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shockAt seein' the metal brace that helped him stand.But as he turned to go, he called his mother closeAnd he dropped his medals down into her hand.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Oh damn, I was saving John Brown cause I figured no one would get to it yet.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.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Spirit on the waterDarkness on the face of the deepI keep thinking about you babyI can't hardly sleepI'm traveling by landTraveling through the dawn of dayYou're always on my mindI can't stay awayI'd forgotten about youThen you turned up againI always knewThat we were meant to be more than friendsWhen you are nearIt's just as plain as it can beI'm wild about you, galYou ought to be a fool about meCan't explainThe sources of this hidden painYou burned your way into my heartYou got the key to my brainI've been trampling through mudPraying to the powers aboveI'm sweating bloodYou got a face that begs for loveLife without youDoesn't mean a thing to meIf I can't have you,I'll throw my love into the deep blue seaSometimes I wonderWhy you can't treat me rightYou do good all dayThen you do wrong all nightWhen you're with meI'm a thousand times happier than I could ever sayWhat does it matterWhat price I payThey brag about your sugarBrag about it all over townPut some sugar in my bowlI feel like laying downI'm pale as a ghostHolding a blossom on a stemYou ever seen a ghost? NoBut you have heard of themI see you thereI'm blinded by the colors I seeI take good careOf what belongs to meI hear your nameRinging up and down the lineI'm saying it plainThese ties are strong enough to bindYour sweet voiceCalls out from some old familiar shrineI got no choiceCan't believe these things would ever fade from your mindI could live foreverWith you perfectlyYou don't everHave to make a fuss over meFrom East to WestEver since the world beganI only mean it for the bestI want to be with you any way I canI been in a brawlNow I'm feeling the wallI'm going away babyI won't be back ‘til fallHigh on the hillYou can carry all my thoughts with youYou've numbed my willThis love could tear me in twoI wanna be with you in paradiseAnd it seems so unfairI can't go back to paradise no moreI killed a man back thereYou think I'm over the hillYou think I'm past my primeLet me see what you gotWe can have a whoppin' good time

Link to post
Share on other sites

There's an evenin' haze settlin' over townStarlight by the edge of the creekThe buyin' power of the proletariat's gone downMoney's gettin' shallow and weakWell, the place I love best is a sweet memoryIt's a new path that we trodThey say low wages are a realityIf we want to compete abroadMy cruel weapons have been put on the shelfCome sit down on my kneeYou are dearer to me than myselfAs you yourself can seeWhile I'm listening to the steel rails humGot both eyes tight shutJust sitting here trying to keep the hunger fromCreeping it's way into my gutMeet me at the bottom, don't lag behindBring me my boots and shoesYou can hang back or fight your best on the frontlineSing a little bit of these workingman's bluesWell, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haulTossed by the winds and the seasI'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wallI'll sell 'em to their enemiesI'm tryin' to feed my soul with thoughtGonna sleep off the rest of the daySometimes no one wants what we gotSometimes you can't give it awayNow the place is ringed with countless foesSome of them may be deaf and dumbNo man, no woman knowsThe hour that sorrow will comeIn the dark I hear the night birds callI can feel a lover's breathI sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hallSleep is like a temporary deathMeet me at the bottom, don't lag behindBring me my boots and shoesYou can hang back or fight your best on the frontlineSing a little bit of these workingman's bluesWell, they burned my barn, and they stole my horseI can't save a dimeI got to be careful, I don't want to be forcedInto a life of continual crimeI can see for myself that the sun is sinkingHow I wish you were here to seeTell me now, am I wrong in thinkingThat you have forgotten me?Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fretThey waste your nights and daysThem I will forgetBut you I'll remember alwaysOld memories of you to me have clungYou've wounded me with your wordsGonna have to straighten out your tongueIt's all true, everything you've heardMeet me at the bottom, don't lag behindBring me my boots and shoesYou can hang back or fight your best on the frontlineSing a little bit of these workingman's bluesIn you, my friend, I find no blameWanna look in my eyes, please doNo one can ever claimThat I took up arms against youAll across the peaceful sacred fieldsThey will lay you lowThey'll break your horns and slash you with steelI say it so it must be soNow I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blueGonna give you another chanceI'm all alone and I'm expecting youTo lead me off in a cheerful danceI got a brand new suit and a brand new wifeI can live on rice and beansSome people never worked a day in their lifeDon't know what work even meansMeet me at the bottom, don't lag behindBring me my boots and shoesYou can hang back or fight your best on the frontlineSing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Link to post
Share on other sites

As I walked out tonight in the mystic gardenThe wounded flowers were dangling from the vinesI was passing by yon cool and crystal fountainSomeone hit me from behindAin't talkin', just walkin'Through this weary world of woeHeart burnin', still yearnin'No one on earth would ever knowThey say prayer has the power to helpSo pray from the motherIn the human heart an evil spirit can dwellI'm trying to love my neighbor and do good unto othersBut oh, mother, things ain't going wellAin't talkin', just walkin'I'll burn that bridge before you can crossHeart burnin', still yearnin'They'll be no mercy for you once you've lostNow I'm all worn down by weepin'My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dryIf I catch my opponents ever sleepin'I'll just slaughter them where they lieAin't talkin', just walkin'Through the world mysterious and vagueHeart burnin', still yearnin'Walking through the cities of the plagueThe 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 downAin't talkin', just walkin'Eatin' hog eyed grease in hog eyed townHeart burnin' – still yearnin'Someday you'll be glad to have me aroundThey 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 backAin't talkin', just walkin'Hand me down my walkin' caneHeart burnin', still yearnin' Got to get you out of my miserable brainAll my loyal and 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 roadAin't talkin', just walkin'My mule is sick, my horse is blindHeart burnin', still yearnin'Thinkin' ‘bout that gal I left behindIt's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flyingFame and honor never seem to fadeThe fire's gone out but the light is never dyingWho says I can't get heavenly aid?Ain't talkin', just walkin'Carrying a dead man's shield Heart burnin', still yearnin'Walkin' with a toothache in my heelThe suffering is unendingEvery nook and cranny has it's tearsI'm not playing, I'm not pretendingI'm not nursing any superfluous fearsAin't talkin', just walkin'Walkin' ever since the other nightHeart burnin', still yearnin'Walkin' ‘til I'm clean out of sightAs I walked out in the mystic gardenOn a hot summer day, hot summer lawnExcuse me, ma'am I beg your pardonThere's no one here, the gardener is goneAin't talkin', just walkin'Up the road around the bendHeart burnin', still yearnin'In the last outback, at the world's end

Link to post
Share on other sites

Every step of the way we walk the lineYour days are numbered, so are mineTime is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrapeWe're all boxed in, nowhere to escapeCity's just a jungle, more games to playTrapped in the heart of it, trying to get awayI was raised in the country, I been workin' in the townI been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase downGot nothing for you, I had nothing beforeDon't even have anything for myself anymoreSky full of fire, pain pourin' downNothing you can sell me, I'll see you aroundAll my powers of expression and thoughts so sublimeCould never do you justice in reason or rhymeOnly one thing I did wrongStayed in Mississippi a day too longWell, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stallSay anything you wanna, I have heard it allI was thinkin' about the things that Rosie saidI was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bedWalking through the leaves, falling from the treesFeeling like a stranger nobody seesSo many things that we never will undoI know you're sorry, I'm sorry tooSome people will offer you their hand and some won'tLast night I knew you, tonight I don'tI need somethin' strong to distract my mindI'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blindWell I got here following the southern starI crossed that river just to be where you areOnly one thing I did wrongStayed in Mississippi a day too longWell my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fastI'm drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no pastBut my heart is not weary, it's light and it's freeI've got nothin' but affection for all those who've sailed with meEverybody movin' if they ain't already thereEverybody got to move somewhereStick with me baby, stick with me anyhowThings should start to get interesting right about nowMy clothes are wet, tight on my skinNot as tight as the corner that I painted myself inI know that fortune is waitin' to be kindSo give me your hand and say you'll be mineWell, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clayYou can always come back, but you can't come back all the wayOnly one thing I did wrongStayed in Mississippi a day too long

Link to post
Share on other sites

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIt don't matter, anyhowAn' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIf you don't know by nowWhen your rooster crows at the break of dawnLook out your window and I'll be goneYou're the reason I'm trav'lin' onDon't think twice, it's all rightIt ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeThat light I never knowedAn' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeI'm on the dark side of the roadStill I wish there was somethin' you would do or sayTo try and make me change my mind and stayWe never did too much talkin' anywaySo don't think twice, it's all rightIt ain't no use in callin' out my name, galLike you never did beforeIt ain't no use in callin' out my name, galI can't hear you any moreI'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the roadI once loved a woman, a child I'm toldI give her my heart but she wanted my soulBut don't think twice, it's all rightI'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babeWhere I'm bound, I can't tellBut goodbye's too good a word, galSo I'll just say fare thee wellI ain't sayin' you treated me unkindYou could have done better but I don't mindYou just kinda wasted my precious timeBut don't think twice, it's all right

Link to post
Share on other sites

I didn't mean to treat you so badYou shouldn't take it so personalI didn't mean to make you so sadYou just happened to be there, that's allWhen I saw you say "goodbye" to your friends and smileI thought that it was well understoodThat you'd be comin' back in a little whileI didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for goodBut, sooner or later, one of us must knowYou just did what you're supposed to doSooner or later, one of us must knowThat I really did try to get close to youI couldn't see what you could show meYour scarf had kept your mouth well hidI couldn't see how you could know meBut you said you knew me and I believed you didWhen you whispered in my earAnd asked me if I was leavin' with you or herI didn't realize just what I did hearI didn't realize how young you wereBut, sooner or later, one of us must knowYou just did what you're supposed to doSooner or later, one of us must knowThat I really did try to get close to youI couldn't see when it started snowin'Your voice was all that I heardI couldn't see where we were goin'But you said you knew an' I took your wordAnd then you told me later, as I apologizedThat you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farmAn' I told you, as you clawed out my eyesThat I never really meant to do you any harmBut, sooner or later, one of us must knowYou just did what you're supposed to doSooner or later, one of us must knowThat I really did try to get close to you

Link to post
Share on other sites

Our conversation was short and sweetIt nearly swept me off-a my feet.And I'm back in the rain, oh, oh,And you are on dry land.You made it there somehowYou're a big girl now.Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence,He's singin' his song for me at his own expense.And I'm just like that bird, oh, oh,Singin' just for you. I hope that you can hear,Hear me singin' through these tears.Time is a jet plane, it moves too fastOh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.I can change, I swear, oh, oh,See what you can do.I can make it through,You can make it too.Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, oh,In somebody's room.It's a price I have to payYou're a big girl all the way.A change in the weather is known to be extremeBut what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?I'm going out of my mind, oh, oh,With a pain that stops and startsLike a corkscrew to my heartEver since we've been apart.

Link to post
Share on other sites

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of courseThe city fathers they're trying to endorseThe reincarnation of Paul Revere's horseBut the town has no need to be nervousThe ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her witsTo Jezebel the nun she violently knitsA bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sitsAt the head of the chamber of commerceMama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesThe hysterical bride in the penny arcadeScreaming she moans, "I've just been made"Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shadeSays, "My advice is to not let the boys in"Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles insideHe walks with a swagger and he says to the bride"Stop all this weeping, swallow your prideYou will not die, it's not poison"Mama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesWell, John the Baptist after torturing a thiefLooks up at his hero the Commander-in-ChiefSaying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it briefIs there a hole for me to get sick in?"The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a flySaying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"And dropping a bar bell he points to the skySaving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"Mama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesThe king of the Philistines his soldiers to savePuts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their gravesPuts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slavesThen sends them out to the jungleGypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their campsWith his faithful slave Pedro behind him he trampsWith a fantastic collection of stampsTo win friends and influence his uncleMama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesThe geometry of innocent flesh on the boneCauses Galileo's math book to get thrownAt Delilah who sits worthlessly aloneBut the tears on her cheeks are from laughterNow I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrillI would set him in chains at the top of the hillThen send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMilleHe could die happily ever afterMama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone bluesWhere Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed rollTuba players now rehearse around the flagpoleAnd the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soulTo the old folks home and the collegeNow I wish I could write you a melody so plainThat could hold you dear lady from going insaneThat could ease you and cool you and cease the painOf your useless and pointless knowledgeMama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for the fuseI'm in the streetsWith the tombstone blues

Link to post
Share on other sites

When your mother sends back all your invitationsAnd your father to your sister he explainsThat you're tired of yourself and all of your creationsWon't you come see me, Queen Jane?Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent youAnd the smell of their roses does not remainAnd all of your children start to resent youWon't you come see me, Queen Jane?Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?Now when all the clowns that you have commissionedHave died in battle or in vainAnd you're sick of all this repetitionWon't you come see me, Queen Jane?Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?When all of your advisers heave their plasticAt your feet to convince you of your painTrying to prove that your conclusions should be more drasticWon't you come see me, Queen Jane?Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek toAll lay down their bandanas and complainAnd you want somebody you don't have to speak toWon't you come see me, Queen Jane?Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

"Tombstone Blues"
Quick question:Isn't it "I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues" on some verses and "I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues" on others?
Link to post
Share on other sites
"Queen Jane Approximately"Quick question:Isn't it "I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues" on some verses and "I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues" on others?
Well, I've just been copy-and-pasting from bobdylan.com, so I went to all the trouble of going back and listening to the song on Highway 61 just to be sure, and yes. The first three are "in the kitchen," the next one is "in trouble," and then it goes back to "in the kitchen." I'm also fairly sure that Daddy's in the alley looking for food, although that doesn't really fit the rhyme scheme.I will not be editing my post.Side note: this next song was playing in a cafe, on the radio I think, and I was pretty stoked because it's not a commonly played hugely famous one.When you're lost in the rain in JuarezAnd it's Eastertime tooAnd your gravity failsAnd negativity don't pull you throughDon't put on any airsWhen you're down on Rue Morgue AvenueThey got some hungry women thereAnd they really make a mess outa youNow if you see Saint AnniePlease tell her thanks a lotI cannot moveMy fingers are all in a knotI don't have the strengthTo get up and take another shotAnd my best friend, my doctorWon't even say what it is I've gotSweet MelindaThe peasants call her the goddess of gloomShe speaks good EnglishAnd she invites you up into her roomAnd you're so kindAnd careful not to go to her too soonAnd she takes your voiceAnd leaves you howling at the moonUp on Housing Project HillIt's either fortune or fameYou must pick up one or the otherThough neither of them are to be what they claimIf you're lookin' to get sillyYou better go back to from where you cameBecause the cops don't need youAnd man they expect the sameNow all the authoritiesThey just stand around and boastHow they blackmailed the sergeant-at-armsInto leaving his postAnd picking up Angel whoJust arrived here from the coastWho looked so fine at firstBut left looking just like a ghostI started out on burgundyBut soon hit the harder stuffEverybody said they'd stand behind meWhen the game got roughBut the joke was on meThere was nobody even there to call my bluffI'm going back to New York CityI do believe I've had enough
Link to post
Share on other sites
Side note: this next song was playing in a cafe, on the radio I think, and I was pretty stoked because it's not a commonly played hugely famous one."Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues"
I like the live version of that one.It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIt don't matter, anyhowAn' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIf you don't know by nowWhen your rooster crows at the break of dawnLook out your window and I'll be goneYou're the reason I'm trav'lin' onDon't think twice, it's all rightIt ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeThat light I never knowedAn' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeI'm on the dark side of the roadStill I wish there was somethin' you would do or sayTo try and make me change my mind and stayWe never did too much talkin' anywaySo don't think twice, it's all rightIt ain't no use in callin' out my name, galLike you never did beforeIt ain't no use in callin' out my name, galI can't hear you any moreI'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the roadI once loved a woman, a child I'm toldI give her my heart but she wanted my soulBut don't think twice, it's all rightI'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babeWhere I'm bound, I can't tellBut goodbye's too good a word, galSo I'll just say fare thee wellI ain't sayin' you treated me unkindYou could have done better but I don't mindYou just kinda wasted my precious timeBut don't think twice, it's all right
Link to post
Share on other sites
"Don't Think Twice, It's All right"
timwakefield already did it in this thread, you crazy person! Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,They were the best of friends.So when Frankie Lee needed money one day,Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tensAnd placed them on a footstoolJust above the plotted plain,Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy,My loss will be your gain."Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right downAnd put his fingers to his chin,But with the cold eyes of Judas on him,His head began to spin."Would ya please not stare at me like that," he said,"It's just my foolish pride,But sometimes a man must be aloneAnd this is no place to hide."Well, Judas, he just winked and said,"All right, I'll leave you here,But you'd better hurry up and chooseWhich of those bills you want,Before they all disappear.""I'm gonna start my pickin' right now,Just tell me where you'll be."Judas pointed down the roadAnd said, "Eternity!""Eternity?" said Frankie Lee,With a voice as cold as ice."That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity,Though you might call it 'Paradise.'""I don't call it anything,"Said Frankie Lee with a smile."All right," said Judas Priest,"I'll see you after a while."Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down,Feelin' low and mean,When just then a passing strangerBurst upon the scene,Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler,Whose father is deceased?Well, if you are,There's a fellow callin' you down the roadAnd they say his name is Priest.""Oh, yes, he is my friend,"Said Frankie Lee in fright,"I do recall him very well,In fact, he just left my sight.""Yes, that's the one," said the stranger,As quiet as a mouse,"Well, my message is, he's down the road,Stranded in a house."Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked,He dropped ev'rything and ranUntil he came up to the spotWhere Judas Priest did stand."What kind of house is this," he said,"Where I have come to roam?""It's not a house," said Judas Priest,"It's not a house . . . it's a home."Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,He soon lost all controlOver ev'rything which he had madeWhile the mission bells did toll.He just stood there staringAt that big house as bright as any sun,With four and twenty windowsAnd a woman's face in ev'ry one.Well, up the stairs ran Frankie LeeWith a soulful, bounding leap,And, foaming at the mouth,He began to make his midnight creep.For sixteen nights and days he raved,But on the seventeenth he burstInto the arms of Judas Priest,Which is where he died of thirst.No one tried to say a thingWhen they took him out in jest,Except, of course, the little neighbor boyWho carried him to rest.And he just walked along, alone,With his guilt so well concealed,And muttered underneath his breath,"Nothing is revealed."Well, the moral of the story,The moral of this song,Is simply that one should never beWhere one does not belong.So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin',Help him with his load,And don't go mistaking ParadiseFor that home across the road.
Link to post
Share on other sites
timwakefield already did it in this thread, you crazy person! "Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest"
Really? I can't keep track.Well, I've already had two beersI'm ready for the broomPlease, Missus Henry, won't youTake me to my room?I'm a good ol' boyBut I've been sniffin' too many eggsTalkin' to too many peopleDrinkin' too many kegsPlease, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!I'm down on my kneesAn' I ain't got a dimeWell, I'm groanin' in a hallwayPretty soon I'll be madPlease, Missus Henry, won't youTake me to your dad?I can drink like a fishI can crawl like a snakeI can bite like a turkeyI can slam like a drakePlease, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!I'm down on my kneesAn' I ain't got a dimeNow, don't crowd me, ladyOr I'll fill up your shoeI'm a sweet bourbon daddyAn' tonight I am blueI'm a thousand years oldAnd I'm a generous bombI'm T-boned and puncturedBut I'm known to be calmPlease, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!I'm down on my kneesAn' I ain't got a dimeNow, I'm startin' to drainMy stool's gonna squeakIf I walk too much fartherMy crane's gonna leakLook, Missus HenryThere's only so much I can doWhy don't you look my wayAn' pump me a few?Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!I'm down on my kneesAn' I ain't got a dime
Link to post
Share on other sites

I noticed it because it was on this page and it was out of place among songs from Time Out Of Mind, Love And Theft, and Modern Times.Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?"Not I," says the referee,"Don't point your finger at me.I could've stopped it in the eighthAn' maybe kept him from his fate,But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure,At not gettin' their money's worth.It's too bad he had to go,But there was a pressure on me too, you know.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?"Not us," says the angry crowd,Whose screams filled the arena loud."It's too bad he died that nightBut we just like to see a fight.We didn't mean for him t' meet his death,We just meant to see some sweat,There ain't nothing wrong in that.It wasn't us that made him fall.No, you can't blame us at all."Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?"Not me," says his manager,Puffing on a big cigar."It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,I always thought that he was well.It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead,But if he was sick, he should've said.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?"Not me," says the gambling man,With his ticket stub still in his hand."It wasn't me that knocked him down,My hands never touched him none.I didn't commit no ugly sin,Anyway, I put money on him to win.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?"Not me," says the boxing writer,Pounding print on his old typewriter,Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame,There's just as much danger in a football game."Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay,It's just the old American way.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?"Not me," says the man whose fistsLaid him low in a cloud of mist,Who came here from Cuba's doorWhere boxing ain't allowed no more."I hit him, yes, it's true,But that's what I am paid to do.Don't say 'murder,' don't say 'kill.'It was destiny, it was God's will."Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?

Link to post
Share on other sites
I noticed it because it was on this page and it was out of place among songs from Time Out Of Mind, Love And Theft, and Modern Times."Who killed Davey Moore?"
Such a great songWhile riding on a train goin' west,I fell asleep for to take my rest.I dreamed a dream that made me sad,Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.With half-damp eyes I stared to the roomWhere my friends and I spent many an afternoon,Where we together weathered many a storm,Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,Our words were told, our songs were sung,Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfiedTalkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,We never thought we could ever get old.We thought we could sit forever in funBut our chances really was a million to one.As easy it was to tell black from white,It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.And our choices were few and the thought never hitThat the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.How many a year has passed and gone,And many a gamble has been lost and won,And many a road taken by many a friend,And each one I've never seen again.I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,That we could sit simply in that room again.Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
Link to post
Share on other sites

Oh the time will come upWhen the winds will stopAnd the breeze will cease to be breathin'.Like the stillness in the wind'Fore the hurricane begins,The hour when the ship comes in.Oh the seas will splitAnd the ship will hitAnd the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.Then the tide will soundAnd the wind will poundAnd the morning will be breaking.Oh the fishes will laughAs they swim out of the pathAnd the seagulls they'll be smiling.And the rocks on the sandWill proudly stand,The hour that the ship comes in.And the words that are usedFor to get the ship confusedWill not be understood as they're spoken.For the chains of the seaWill have busted in the nightAnd will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.A song will liftAs the mainsail shiftsAnd the boat drifts on to the shoreline.And the sun will respectEvery face on the deck,The hour that the ship comes in.Then the sands will rollOut a carpet of goldFor your weary toes to be a-touchin'.And the ship's wise menWill remind you once againThat the whole wide world is watchin'.Oh the foes will riseWith the sleep still in their eyesAnd they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'.But they'll pinch themselves and squealAnd know that it's for real,The hour when the ship comes in.Then they'll raise their hands,Sayin' we'll meet all your demands,But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered.And like Pharaoh's tribe,They'll be drownded in the tide,And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Dear landlord,Please don't put a price on my soul.My burden is heavy,My dreams are beyond control.When that steamboat whistle blows,I'm gonna give you all I got to give,And I do hope you receive it well,Dependin' on the way you feel that you live.Dear landlord,Please heed these words that I speak.I know you've suffered much,But in this you are not so unique.All of us, at times, we might work too hardTo have it too fast and too much,And anyone can fill his life upWith things he can see but he just cannot touch.Dear landlord,Please don't dismiss my case.I'm not about to argue,I'm not about to move to no other place.Now, each of us has his own special giftAnd you know this was meant to be true,And if you don't underestimate me,I won't underestimate you.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

Announcements


×
×
  • Create New...