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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! | ||||
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| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-24-2001 @ 8:12 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01  | Bob Dylan (Biograph) Ramona, come closer, Shut softly your watery eyes. The pangs of your sadness Shall pass as your senses will rise. The flowers of the city Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. And there's no use in tryin' T' deal with the dyin', Though I cannot explain that in lines. Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss, As to be under the strength of your skin. Your magnetic movements Still capture the minutes I'm in. But it grieves my heart, love, To see you tryin' to be a part of A world that just don't exist. It's all just a dream, babe, A vacuum, a scheme, babe, That sucks you into feelin' like this. I can see that your head Has been twisted and fed By worthless foam from the mouth. I can tell you are torn Between stayin' and returnin' On back to the South. You've been fooled into thinking That the finishin' end is at hand. Yet there's no one to beat you, No one t' defeat you, 'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. I've heard you say many times That you're better 'n no one And no one is better 'n you. If you really believe that, You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose. From fixtures and forces and friends, Your sorrow does stem, That hype you and type you, Making you feel That you must be exactly like them. I'd forever talk to you, But soon my words, They would turn into a meaningless ring. For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can bring. Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do. And someday maybe, Who knows, baby, I'll come and be cryin' to you.  This message was edited by LunaBabe on 5-25-02 @ 8:03 AM | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-24-2001 @ 11:49 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Yet another Dylan tune. Bob Dylan (Empire Burlesque) Trust yourself, Trust yourself to do the things that only you know best. Trust yourself, Trust yourself to do what's right and not be second-guessed. Don't trust me to show you beauty When beauty may only turn to rust. If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself. Trust yourself, Trust yourself to know the way that will prove true in the end. Trust yourself, Trust yourself to find the path where there is no if and when. Don't trust me to show you the truth When the truth may only be ashes and dust. If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself. Well, you're on your own, you always were, In a land of wolves and thieves. Don't put your hope in ungodly man Or be a slave to what somebody else believes. Trust yourself And you won't be disappointed when vain people let you down. Trust yourself And look not for answers where no answers can be found. Don't trust me to show you love When my love may be only lust. If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-25-2001 @ 7:31 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Blonde on Blonde) You say you love me And you're thinkin' of me, But you know you could be wrong. You say you told me That you wanna hold me, But you know you're not that strong. I just can't do what I done before, I just can't beg you any more. I'm gonna let you pass And I'll go last. Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, When you go your way and I go mine. You say you disturb me And you don't deserve me, But you know sometimes you lie. You say you're shakin' And you're always achin', But you know how hard you try. Sometimes it gets so hard to care, It can't be this way ev'rywhere. And I'm gonna let you pass, Yes, and I'll go last. Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, When you go your way and I go mine. The judge, he holds a grudge, He's gonna call on you. But he's badly built And he walks on stilts, Watch out he don't fall on you. You say you're sorry For tellin' stories That you know I believe are true. You say ya got some Other kinda lover And yes, I believe you do. You say my kisses are not like his, But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is. I'm just gonna let you pass, Yes, and I'll go last. Then time will tell just who has fell And who's been left behind, When you go your way and I go mine. | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 09-25-2001 @ 7:51 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | (Blonde on Blonde) Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev'rybody knows That Baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that-- I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do You make love just like a woman, yes, you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl.  | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-25-2001 @ 8:16 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Knocked Out Loaded) Well, there was this movie I seen one time, About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck. Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath. Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square, I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death. Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain. You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart. The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train. I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert In your busted down Ford and your platform heels I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel. Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton' And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft. Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back. I would have gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off. Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies, Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul. But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man And she don't want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control. Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live. He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile. Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back. She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust. She said, "Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while." Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started. But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up. She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead." You could tell she was so broken-hearted. She said, "Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt." "How far are y'all going?" Ruby asked us with a sigh. "We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn, 'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies." Ruby just smiled and said, "Ah, you know some babies never learn." Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play. All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way. Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour. I was crossin' the street when shots rang out. I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran. "We got him cornered in the churchyard," I heard somebody shout. Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi." You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you. Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears, It was the best acting I saw anybody do. Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line. Oh if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now. You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much. I could feel a whole lot better, If you were just here by my side to show me how. Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck, Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind. He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about But I'll see him in anything so I'll stand in line. Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned. The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter. And you know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter. Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content. I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone. You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent. And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on." There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice. I don't remember who I was or where I was bound. All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back. Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down. Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-26-2001 @ 7:24 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Desire) 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. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-27-2001 @ 8:58 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Oh Mercy) Broken lines, broken strings, Broken threads, broken springs, Broken idols, broken heads, People sleeping in broken beds. Ain't no use jiving Ain't no use joking Everything is broken. Broken bottles, broken plates, Broken switches, broken gates, Broken dishes, broken parts, Streets are filled with broken hearts. Broken words never meant to be spoken, Everything is broken. Bridge: Seem like every time you stop and turn around Something else just hit the ground Broken cutters, broken saws, Broken buckles, broken laws, Broken bodies, broken bones, Broken voices on broken phones. Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin', Everything is broken. Bridge: Every time you leave and go off someplace Things fall to pieces in my face Broken hands on broken ploughs, Broken treaties, broken vows, Broken pipes, broken tools, People bending broken rules. Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking, Everything is broken. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-29-2001 @ 11:40 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Highway 61 Revisited) Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God say, "No." Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?" God says, "Out on Highway 61." Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes He asked poor Howard where can I go Howard said there's only one place I know Sam said tell me quick man I got to run Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun And said that way down on Highway 61. Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King I got forty red white and blue shoe strings And a thousand telephones that don't ring Do you know where I can get rid of these things And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son And he said yes I think it can be easily done Just take everything down to Highway 61. Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night Told the first father that things weren't right My complexion she said is much too white He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you're right Let me tell the second mother this has been done But the second mother was with the seventh son And they were both out on Highway 61. Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored He was tryin' to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before But yes I think it can be very easily done We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61. | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 09-30-2001 @ 6:21 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | (from "The Bootleg Series Vol 1-3") I saw it advertised one day, Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way. "Come along 'n' take a trip, We'll bring you up there on a ship. Bring the wife and kids Bring the whole family." Yippee! Well, I run right down 'n' bought a ticket To this Bear Mountain Picnic. But little did I realize I was in for a picnic surprise. Had nothin' to do with mountains. I didn't even come close to a bear. Took the wife 'n' kids down to the pier, Six thousand people there, Everybody had ticket for the trip. "Oh well." I said, "it's a pretty big ship. Besides, anyway, the more the merrier." Well, we all got on 'n' what d'ya think, That big old boat started t' sink More people kept a-pilin' on, That old ship was a-slowly goin' down. Funny way t' start a picnic. Well, I soon lost track of m' kids 'n' wife, So many people there I never saw in m' life That old ship sinkin' down in the water, Six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other, Dogs a-barkin', cats a-meowin', Women screamin', fists a-flyin', babies cryin', Cops a-comin', me a-runnin'. Maybe we just better call off the picnic. I got shoved down 'n' pushed around, All I could hear there was a screamin' sound, Don't remember one thing more, Just remember walkin' up on a little shore, Head busted, stomach cracked, Feet splintered, I was bald, naked. . . Quite lucky to be alive though. Feelin' like I climbed outa m' casket, I grabbed back hold of m' picnic basket. Took the wife 'n' kids 'n' started home, Wishin' I'd never got up that morn. Now, I don't care just what you do, If you wanta have a picnic, that's up t' you. But don't tell me about it, I don't wanta hear it, 'Cause, see, I just lost all m' picnic spirit. Stay in m' kitchen, have m' own picnic. . . In the bathroom. Now, it don't seem to me quite so funny What some people are gonna do f'r money. There's a bran' new gimmick every day Just t' take somebody's money away. I think we oughta take some o' these people And put 'em on a boat, send 'em up to Bear Mountain . . . For a picnic. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:26 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | LoL! That song always cracks me up, FN. Why haven't you kicked out 'Rainy Day Women #12 & 35', yet?;-) Bob Dylan (Blonde on Blonde) Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty in it Honey, can I jump on it sometime? Yes, I just wanna see If it's really that expensive kind You know it balances on your head Just like a mattress balances On a bottle of wine Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, if you wanna see the sun rise Honey, I know where We'll go out and see it sometime We'll both just sit there and stare Me with my belt Wrapped around my head And you just sittin' there In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you It's bad for your health, he said Yes, I disobeyed his orders I came to see you But I found him there instead You know, I don't mind him cheatin' on me But I sure wish he'd take that off his head Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I see you got a new boyfriend You know, I never seen him before Well, I saw him Makin' love to you You forgot to close the garage door You might think he loves you for your money But I know what he really loves you for It's your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat  | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 09-30-2001 @ 11:46 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | quote:Well, Since I just did the "wake & bake"...why not... Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good, They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home. Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table. They'll stone ya when you are young and able. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck. They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck." Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end. Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again. They'll stone you when you're riding in your car. They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar. Yes, but I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone. They'll stone you when you are walking home. They'll stone you and then say you are brave. They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Plus....I figured I'd throw this into the mix... Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Don't try "No Doz" Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles and to try to bring this back to the original sentiment... Wallflower, wallflower Won't you dance with me? I'm sad and lonely too. Wallflower, wallflower Won't you dance with me? I'm fallin' in love with you. Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here. Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on. Wallflower, wallflower Won't you dance with me? The night will soon be gone. I have seen you standing in the smoky haze And I know that you're gonna be mine one of these days, Mine alone. Wallflower, wallflower Take a chance on me. Please let me ride you home | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 09-30-2001 @ 7:25 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Ok, Back to the original sentiment. Bob Dyaln (Greatest Hits, Vol.2) Throw my ticket out the window, Throw my suitcase out there, too, Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them any more 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you. I should have left this town this morning But it was more than I could do. Oh, your love comes on so strong And I've waited all day long For tonight when I'll be staying here with you. Is it really any wonder The love that a stranger might receive. You cast your spell and I went under, I find it so difficult to leave. I can hear that whistle blowin', I see that stationmaster, too, If there's a poor boy on the street, Then let him have my seat 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you. Throw my ticket out the window, Throw my suitcase out there, too, Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them any more 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.  | ||||
| red rocket Secret Sex Chat | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 12:54 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case I could offer a warm embrace to make you feel my love When evening shadows and the stars appear and there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love I know you haven't made your mind up yet but I would never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met no doubt in my mind where you belong I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling down the avenue Oh there's nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love The storms are raging on the rolling sea and on the highway of regret the winds of change are blowing wild and free you ain't seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true nothing that I wouldn't do go to the ends of the earth for you to make you feel my love God Bless The USA. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 8:55 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Oh Mercy) What good am I if I'm like all the rest, If I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed, If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry, What good am I? What good am I if I know and don't do, If I see and don't say, if I look right through you, If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky, What good am I? What good am I while you softly weep And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep, And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try, What good am I? What good am I then to others and me If I've had every chance and yet still fail to see Bridge: If my hands tied must I not wonder within Who tied them and why and where must I have been What good am I if I say foolish things And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings And I just turn my back while you silently die, What good am I? | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 10-01-2001 @ 1:40 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | (from Nashville Skyline) To be alone with you Just you and me Now won't you tell me true Ain't that the way it oughta be? To hold each other tight he whole night through Ev'rything is always right When I'm alone with you. To be alone with you At the close of the day With only you in view While evening slips away It only goes to show That while life's pleasures be few The only one I know Is when I'm alone with you. They say that nighttime is the right time To be with the one you love Too many thoughts get in the way in the day But you're always what I'm thinkin' of I wish the night were here Bringin' me all of your charms When only you are near To hold me in your arms. I'll always thank the Lord When my working day's through I get my sweet reward To be alone with you. Need A Woman (from The Bootleg Series Vol. 1-3) It's been raining in the trenches all day long, dripping down to my clothes, My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose. Searching for the truth the way God designed it, The truth is I might drown before I find it. Well I need a woman, yes I do Need a woman, yes I do. Someone who can see me as I am, Somebody who just don't give a damn. And I want you to be that woman every night, Be that woman. I've had my eyes on you baby for about five long years, You probably don't know me at all, but I have seen your laughter and tears. Now you don't frighten me, my heart is jumping And you look like it wouldn't hurt you none to have a man who could give ya something. Well I need a woman, oh don't I Need a woman, bring it home safe at last. Seen you turn the corner, seen your bootheels spark, Seen you in the daylight, and watched you in the dark. And I want you to be that woman, all right Be that woman every night. Well, if you believe in something long enough you just naturally come to think it's true. There ain't no wall you can't cross over, ain't no fire you can't walk through. Well, believing is all right, just don't let the wrong people know what it's all about. They might put the evil eye on you, use their hidden powers to try to turn you out. Well I need a woman, just to be my queen. Need a woman, know what I mean? 
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| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-02-2001 @ 8:03 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Slow Train Coming) Don't wanna judge nobody, don't wanna be judged, Don't wanna touch nobody, don't wanna be touched. Don't wanna hurt nobody, don't wanna be hurt, Don't wanna treat nobody like they was dirt. But if you do right to me, baby, I'll do right to you, too. Ya got to do unto others Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you. Don't wanna shoot nobody, don't wanna be shot, Don't wanna buy nobody, don't wanna be bought. Don't wanna bury nobody, don't wanna be buried, Don't wanna marry nobody if they're already married. But if you do right to me, baby, I'll do right to you, too. Ya got to do unto others Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you. Don't wanna burn nobody, don't wanna be burned, Don't wanna learn from nobody what I gotta unlearn. Don't wanna cheat nobody, don't wanna be cheated, Don't wanna defeat nobody if they already been defeated. But if you do right to me, baby, I'll do right to you, too. Ya got to do unto others Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you. Don't wanna wink at nobody, don't wanna be winked at, Don't wanna be used by nobody for a doormat. Don't wanna confuse nobody, don't wanna be confused, Don't wanna amuse nobody, don't wanna be amused. But if you do right to me, baby, I'll do right to you, too. Ya got to do unto others Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you. Don't wanna betray nobody, don't wanna be betrayed, Don't wanna play with nobody, don't wanna be waylaid. Don't wanna miss nobody, don't wanna be missed, Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist. But if you do right to me, baby, I'll do right to you, too. Ya got to do unto others Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-03-2001 @ 9:26 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (The Bootlegs Series Volume 1-3) 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 kind of 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. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-04-2001 @ 9:09 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Blood on the Tracks) I've seen love go by my door It's never been this close before Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin's not right it's wrong Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Dragon clouds so high above I've only known careless love, It's always hit me from below. This time around it's more correct Right on target, so direct, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Purple clover, Queen Anne lace, Crimson hair across your face, You could make me cry if you don't know. Can't remember what I was thinkin' of You might be spoilin' me too much, love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy, Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme, Blue river runnin' slow and lazy, I could stay with you forever And never realize the time. Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad. Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud. But there's no way I can compare All that shit to this affair, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin', Stayin' far behind without you. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin', Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to. I'll look for you in old Honolulu, San Francisco, Ashtabula, Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know. But I'll see you in the sky above, In the tall grass, in the ones I love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-05-2001 @ 10:21 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Infidels) He gone North for awhile They say that vanity got the best of him But he sure left here in style. By the way, that's a cute hat, And that smile's so hard to resist But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you, She wanted a whole man, not just a half, She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child, You kind of remind me of her when you laugh. In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear, It's done with a flick of the wrist. What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? You know, a woman like you should be at home, That's where you belong, Watching out for someone who loves you true Who would never do you wrong. Just how much abuse will you be able to take? Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss. What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? You know you can make a name for yourself, You can hear them tires squeal, You can be known as the most beautiful woman Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal. You know, news of you has come down the line Even before ya came in the door. They say in your father's house, there's many mansions Each one of them got a fireproof floor. Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you, They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss. What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? Got to be an important person to be in here, honey, Got to have done some evil deed, Got to have your own harem when you come in the door, Got to play your harp until your lips bleed. They say that patriotism is the last refuge To which a scoundrel clings. Steal a little and they throw you in jail, Steal a lot and they make you king. There's only one step down from here, baby, It's called the land of permanent bliss. What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? This message was edited by LunaBabe on 10-5-01 @ 10:27 AM | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-07-2001 @ 11:45 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Bringing it All Back Home) 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 fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves 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 your 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 mark Made everything from toy guns that spark 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 lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with 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 fergit 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 despise 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 platform 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 be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. "...I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies... I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes..." | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-09-2001 @ 7:52 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Greatest Hits Vol.3) Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? Silvio Silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come knocking don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you don't like it you can leave me alone I can snap my fingers and require the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain And charm the whistle off an evening train I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain You give something up for everything you gain Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain Pay for your ticket and don't complain One of these days and it won't be long Going down in the valley and sing my song I will sing it loud and sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong Silvio Silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio I gotta go Find out something only dead men know  "...I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies... I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes..." | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | (Blonde on Blonde) The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, They wait for you. And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin' from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. Now all my fathers, they've gone down True love they've been without it. But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it. Well, I return to the Queen of Spades And talk with my chambermaid. She knows that I'm not afraid To look at her. She is good to me And there's nothing she doesn't see. She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit, He spoke to me, I took his flute. No, I wasn't very cute to him, Was I? But I did it, though, because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I . . . I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you.  | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-10-2001 @ 9:19 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | From the brand new album, Love & Theft. Very, very nice. :-) Bob Dylan (Love & Theft) The seasons, they are turning, And my sad heart is yearning To hear again the songbird's sweet melodious tone; Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The dusky light the day is losin', Orchids, poppies, black-eyed susans; The earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone - Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The air is thick and heavy All along the levee Where the geese into the countryside have flown. Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? Well, I'm preaching peace and harmony, The blessings of tranquility, Yet, I know when the time is right to strike. I'll take you 'cross the river, dear, You don't need to linger here; I know the kinds of things you like... The clouds are turning crimson, The leaves fall from the limbs and The branches cast their shadows over stone; Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The boulevards of cypress trees, The masquerade of birds and bees, The petals pink and white the wind has blown - Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone? The trailing moss in mystic glow, The purple blossom soft as snow, My tears keep flowing to the sea. Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief - It takes a thief to catch a thief, For whom does the bell toll for, love? It tolls for you and me... Your pulse is running through my palm; The sharp hills are rising from Yellow fields with twisted oaks that groan. Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?  Thank you, FN | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-11-2001 @ 7:45 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Empire Burlesque) Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun. Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you're the one. I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors. But I will always be emotionally yours. Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart. Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start. I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm livin' for. And I will always be emotionally yours. It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got. Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied. Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide. I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores. But I will always be emotionally yours. Thank you, FN | ||||
| LunaBabe Ok, I know this is all a ploy, but, I'll play anyway. Dylan? BAH! I've heard BETTER! JYD-4-LIFE 'Shrooomer | posted on 10-12-2001 @ 2:21 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan (Bringing it All Back Home) 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 failure And 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 raven At my window with a broken wing.  | ||||
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