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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 03-15-2002 @ 9:11 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01  | Bob Dylan - The Bootleg Series You harbor resentment You know that ain't too much of a thrill You wish for contentment But you got an emptiness that can't be filled You've had enough hatred Your bones are breaking (and you) can't find nothing sacred, (but)... Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths And ye shall be changed Everything you've gotten You've gotten by sweat, blood and muscle From early in the morning 'til way past dark All you ever do is hustle All your loved ones have walked out the door You're not even sure 'bout your wife and kids no more, but... Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths And ye shall be changed (Now) the past don't control you But the future's like a roulette wheel spinning (And) deep down inside You know you need a whole new beginning Don't have to go to Russia or Iran Just surrender to God and He'll move you right here where you stand, and... Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths And ye shall be changed You drink bitter water And you been eating the bread of sorrow You can't live for today When all you're ever thinking of is tomorrow The path you've endured has been rough And when you've decided that you've had enough, then... Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths And ye shall be changed  | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Traditional Bob Dylan S/T ('62) - Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti ('75) - John Mellencamp - Rough Harvest '(99) Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail to me, Lord, won't you meet me with another girl ? Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry All I want you to do is take me when I die Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.  AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 03-16-2002 @ 9:55 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Hello there, Mr. Slash :cool: Bob Dylan - Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door This message was edited by LunaBabe on 3-16-02 @ 9:56 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 03-17-2002 @ 10:35 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan -Blood on the Tracks Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears. Buckets of moonbeams in my hand, I got all the love, honey baby, You can stand. I been meek And hard like an oak I seen pretty people disappear like smoke. Friends will arrive, friends will disappear, If you want me, honey baby, I'll be here. Like your smile And your fingertips Like the way that you move your lips. I like the cool way you look at me, Everything about you is bringing me Misery. Little red wagon Little red bike I ain't no monkey but I know what I like. I like the way you love me strong and slow, I'm takin' you with me, honey baby, When I go. Life is sad Life is a bust All ya can do is do what you must. You do what you must do and ya do it well, I'll do it for you, honey baby, Can't you tell? | ||||
| 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 03-20-2002 @ 9:20 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was half sick Yes, I waited for you when you hated me Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic When you knew I had some other place to be Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately. Well, six white horses that you did promise Were fin'lly delivered down to the penitentiary But to live outside the law, you must be honest I know you always say that you agree But where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I don't know how it happened But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate But ev'rybody else, even yourself They're just gonna have to wait. Well, I got the fever down in my pockets The Persian drunkard, he follows me Yes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock it You see, you forgot to leave me with the key Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed That a man can't give his address out to bad company And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad In the ruins of your balcony Wond'ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie.  | ||||
| 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 03-25-2002 @ 9:32 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Infidels Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore, My flashlight's from Taiwan, My tablecloth's from Malaysia, My belt buckle's from the Amazon. You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines And the car I drive is a Chevrolet, It was put together down in Argentina By a guy makin' thirty cents a day. Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the U.S.A. Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way. Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong And the pearls are from Japan. Well, the dog collar's from India And the flower pot's from Pakistan. All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil" Where a woman, she slaved for sure Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve, You know, that's a lot of money to her. Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the U.S.A. Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way. Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work. I say, "Why you say that for When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?" They don't make nothin' here no more, You know, capitalism is above the law. It say, "It don't count 'less it sells." When it costs too much to build it at home You just build it cheaper someplace else. Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the U.S.A. Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way. Well, the job that you used to have, They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador. The unions are big business, friend, And they're goin' out like a dinosaur. They used to grow food in Kansas Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw. I can see the day coming when even your home garden Is gonna be against the law. Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the U.S.A. Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way. Democracy don't rule the world, You'd better get that in your head. This world is ruled by violence But I guess that's better left unsaid. From Broadway to the Milky Way, That's a lot of territory indeed And a man's gonna do what he has to do When he's got a hungry mouth to feed. Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the U.S.A. Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way.  | ||||
| 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 03-26-2002 @ 10:24 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | I dedicate this song, my 2000th post, to the moderator who gave me the second addition to my status. :-P Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits, Vol. 2 What's the matter with me, I don't have much to say, Daylight sneakin' through the window And I'm still in this all-night cafe. Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow, To sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow. Wish I was back in the city Instead of this old bank of sand, With the sun beating down over the chimney tops And the one I love so close at hand. If I had wings and I could fly, I know where I would go. :-DBut right now I'll just sit here so contentedly And watch the river flow.:-D :-DPeople disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah, Makes you stop and all wonder why. Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street Who just couldn't help but cry. Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though, No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow, And as long as it does I'll just sit here And watch the river flow.:-D :-DPeople disagreeing everywhere you look, Makes you wanna stop and read a book. Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street That was really shook. But this ol' river keeps on rollin', though, No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow, And as long as it does I'll just sit here And watch the river flow.:-D Watch the river flow, Watchin' the river flow, Watchin' the river flow, But I'll sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow.  | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | quote: If you are going to use your ':-P' like that, I will take credit for the status addition. :-D From one of my favoUrite Dylan LPs, I will dedicate this song to the director of the video for it. - Oh Mercy We live in a political world, Love don't have any place. We're living in times where men commit crimes And crime don't have a face We live in a political world, Icicles hanging down, Wedding bells ring and angels sing, clouds cover up the ground. We live in a political world, Wisdom is thrown into jail, It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell Leaving no one to pick up a trail. We live in a political world Where mercy walks the plank, Life is in mirrors, death disappears Up the steps into the nearest bank. We live in a political world Where courage is a thing of the past Houses are haunted, children are unwanted The next day could be your last. We live in a political world. The one we can see and can feel But there's no one to check, it's all a stacked deck, We all know for sure that it's real. We live in a political world In the cities of lonesome fear, Little by little you turn in the middle But you're never why you're here. We live in a political world Under the microscope, You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there You always got more than enough rope. We live in a political world Turning and a'thrashing about, As soon as you're awake, you're trained to take What looks like the easy way out. We live in a political world Where peace is not welcome at all, It's turned away from the door to wander some more Or put up against the wall. We live in a political world Everything is hers or his, Climb into the frame and shout God's name But you're never sure what it is. AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan '63 Edie Brickell & New Bohemians - Born On The Fourth Of July Soundtrack '89 Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 03-31-2002 @ 4:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Love & Theft Well, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day Yeah, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day I'm just sittin' here thinking With my mind a million miles away Well, they're doing the double shuffle, throwin' sand on the floor They're doing the double shuffle, they're throwin' sand on the floor When I left my long-time darlin' She was standing in the door Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war My sister, she ran off and got married Never was heard of any more Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months Don't know how it looked to other people I never slept with her even once Well, the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast Yeah the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with Are the things you need the least I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive Settin' my dial on the radio I wish my mother was still alive I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field He's not a gentleman at all - he's rotten to the core He's a coward and he steals Well my captain he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled My captain, he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled He's not sentimental - don't bother him at all How many of his pals have been killed Last night the wind was whisperin', I was trying to make out what it was Last night the wind was whisperin' somethin' - I was trying to make out what it was I tell myself something's comin' But it never does I'm gonna spare the defeated - I'm gonna speak to the crowd I'm gonna spare the defeated, boys, I'm going to speak to the crowd I am goin' to teach peace to the conquered I'm gonna tame the proud Well the leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off of the shelf Leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off the shelf You gonna need my help, sweetheart You can't make love all by yourself | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Oh Mercy '89 Seen a shooting star tonight And I thought of you. You were trying to break into another world A world I never knew. I always kind of wondered If you ever made it through. Seen a shooting star tonight And I thought of you. Seen a shooting star tonight And I thought of me. If I was still the same If I ever became what you wanted me to be Did I miss the mark or Over-step the line That only you could see? Seen a shooting star tonight And I thought of me. Listen to the engine, listen to the bell As the last fire truck from hell Goes rolling by, all good people are praying, It's the last temptation The last account The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount, The last radio is playing. Seen a shooting star tonight Slip Away. Tomorrow will be another day. Guess it's too late to say the things to you That you needed to hear me say. Seen a shooting star tonight Slip away. AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 03-31-2002 @ 6:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | 'Oh Mercy' one of my favorite Dylan albums. :-D Bob Dylan - Oh Mercy Far Away where the soft wind blows, Far away from it all, There is a place you go Where teardrops fall. Far away in the stormy night, Far away and over the wall, You are there in the flickering light Where teardrops fall. We banged the drum slowly And played the fife lowly You know the song in my heart Bridge: In the turning of twilight In the shadows of moonlight You can show me a new place to start I've torn my clothes and I've drained the cup Strippin' away at it all, Thinking of you when the sun comes up Where teardrops fall. By rivers of blindness, In love and with kindness We could hold up a toast if we meet Bridge: To the cuttin' of fences To sharpen the senses That linger in the fireball heat. Roses are red, violets are blue And time is beginning to crawl, I just might have to come see you Where teardrops fall. | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | quote: Hmmm... I just had a feeling of déjà vu. ;) Greatest Hits, Vol. 3 '94 - MTV Unplugged '95 Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass For dignity Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve Somebody said dignity was the first to leave I went into the city, went into the town Went into the land of the midnight sun Searchin' high, searchin' low Searchin' everywhere I know Askin' the cops wherever I go Have you seen dignity? Blind man breakin' out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary-lou She said ÒI don't want nobody see me talkin' to youÓ Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew About dignity I went down where the vultures feed I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasn't any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade House on fire, debts unpaid Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid Have you seen dignity? Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors Lookin' into the lost forgotten years For dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used He wanted money up front, said he was abused By dignity Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand Steps goin' down into tattoo land I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light In the bordertowns of despair Got no place to fade, got no coat I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote About dignity Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were And into every masterpiece of literature for dignity Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin Bites the bullet and he looks within For dignity Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed Dignity never been photographed I went into the red, went into the black Into the valley of dry bone dreams So many roads, so much at stake So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take To find dignity AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 03-31-2002 @ 7:32 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits, Vol. 3 Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement, Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated. She was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated. East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery, Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery, Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me About the madness of becomin' what one was never meant to be. West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me, Finally had to give her up 'bout the time she began to want me. But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated. I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated. West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the cage, Curtain risin' on a new stage, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature? I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture. There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it, Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it. West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Cities on fire, phones out of order, They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border. What can I say about Claudette? Ain't seen her since January, She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires. West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Originally released on Highway 61 Revisited 1965 They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy "It takes one to know one," she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning "You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read "Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row" Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the door knob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 03-31-2002 @ 9:01 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won'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 you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Won'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 to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | MTV Unplugged '95 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 smile As 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 around But 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 off And 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 move And the mother had to turn her face away. "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You 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 close And 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 shock At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand. But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand. AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 03-31-2002 @ 10:05 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Empire Burlesque Everybody wants to know why he couldn't adjust Adjust to what, a dream that bust? He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him, That's what they did They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is They put ideas in his head he thought were his He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him, That's what they did He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him, That's what they did He went to church on Sunday, he was a Boy Scout For his friends he would turn his pockets inside out He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him, That's what they did They said, "Listen boy, you're just a pup" They sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up They gave him dope to smoke, drinks and pills, A jeep to drive, blood to spill They said "Congratulations, you got what it takes" They sent him back into the rat race without any brakes He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him, That's what they did He bought the American dream but it put him in debt The only game he could play was Russian roulette He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread, Ate Burger Kings, he was well fed He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole He stole a Rolls Royce and drove it in a swimming pool They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him, That's what they did He could've sold insurance, owned a restaurant or bar Could've been an accountant or a tennis star He was wearing boxing gloves, took a dive one day Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay His mama walks the floor, his daddy weeps and moans They gotta sleep together in a home they don't own They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him, That's what they did Well, everybody's asking why he couldn't adjust All he ever wanted was somebody to trust They took his head and turned it inside out He never did know what it was all about He had a steady job, he joined the choir He never did plan to walk the high wire They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him, That's what they did | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Oh Mercy '89 Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams, For they're deep and they're wide And the world's on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride. Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow, Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know. Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow. Ring them bells Sweet Martha, For the poor man's son, Ring them bells so the world will know That God is one. Oh the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains are filled With lost sheep. Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf, Ring them bells for all of us who are left, Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through. Ring them bells, for the time that flies, For the child that cries When innocence dies. Ring them bells St. Catherine From the top of the room, Ring them from the fortress For the lilies that bloom. Oh the lines are long And the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong. AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 03-31-2002 @ 10:43 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Infidels '83 Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please And if things don't change soon, he will. Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there as the night grows still. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill, Then they bury him with stars, Sell his body like they do used cars. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there facin' the hill. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill. All he believes are his eyes And his eyes, they just tell him lies. But there's a woman on my block, Sitting there in a cold chill. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker, Heartbreaker, backbreaker, Leave no stone unturned. May be an actor in a plot, That might be all that you got 'Til your error you clearly learn. Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled. Oh, man is opposed to fair play, He wants it all and he wants it his way. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there as the night grows still. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Time Out Of Mind '97 The air is getting hotter There's a rumbling in the skies I've been wading through the high muddy water With the heat rising in my eyes Every day your memory grows dimmer It doesn't haunt me like it did before I've been walking through the middle of nowhere Trying to get to heaven before they close the door When I was in Missouri They would not let me be I had to leave there in a hurry I only saw what they let me see You broke a heart that loved you Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore I've been walking that lonesome valley Trying to get to heaven before they close the door People on the platforms Waiting for the trains I can hear their hearts a-beatin' Like pendulums swinging on chains When you think that you lost everything You find out you can always lose a little more I'm just going down the road feeling bad Trying to get to heaven before they close the door I'm going down the river Down to New Orleans They tell me everything is gonna be all right But I don't know what "all right" even means I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore I been all around the world, boys Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door Gonna sleep down in the parlor And relive my dreams I'll close my eyes and I wonder If everything is as hollow as it seems Some trains don't pull no gamblers No midnight ramblers, like they did before I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 03-31-2002 @ 11:09 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Well I am new to Dylan, and only own one Album, but I am hooked on it.. Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again (Blonde on Blonde) Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block. I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk. And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape, But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells, Speaking to some French girl, Who says she knows me well. And I would send a message To find out if she's talked, But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line. She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine. An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that, But then again, there's only one I've met An' he just smoked my eyelids An' punched my cigarette." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Grandpa died last week And now he's buried in the rocks, But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked. But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the senator came down here Showing ev'ryone his gun, Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son. An' me, I nearly got busted An' wouldn't it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest. But he cursed me when I proved it to him, Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide. You see, you're just like me, I hope you're satisfied." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the rainman gave me two cures, Then he said, "Jump right in." The one was Texas medicine, The other was just railroad gin. An' like a fool I mixed them An' it strangled up my mind, An' now people just get uglier An' I have no sense of time. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon, Where I can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon. An' I say, "Aw come on now, You must know about my debutante." An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you want." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb. They all fall there so perfectly, It all seems so well timed. An' here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.  | ||||
| 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 04-01-2002 @ 7:28 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Eastertime too And your gravity fails And negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there And they really make a mess outa you Now if you see Saint Annie Please tell her thanks a lot I cannot move My fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength To get up and take another shot And my best friend, my doctor Won't even say what it is I've got Sweet Melinda The peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English And she invites you up into her room And you're so kind And careful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice And leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill It's either fortune or fame You must pick up one or the other Though neither of them are to be what they claim If you're lookin' to get silly You better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you And man they expect the same Now all the authorities They just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms Into leaving his post And picking up Angel who Just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first But left looking just like a ghost I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me When the game got rough But the joke was on me There was nobody even there to call my bluff I'm going back to New York City I do believe I've had enough. | ||||
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| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits 1967 You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you got a helping hand to lend You just want to be on The side that's winning You say I let you down You know it's not like that If you're so hurt Why then don't you show it You say you lost your faith But that's not where it's at You had no faith to lose And you know it I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd You're in with Do you take me for such a fool To think I'd make contact With the one who tries to hide What he don't know to begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" But you don't mean it When you know as well as me You'd rather see me paralyzed Why don't you just come out once And scream it No, I do not feel that good When I see the heartbreaks you embrace If I was a master thief Perhaps I'd rob them And now I know you're dissatisfied With your position and your place Don't you understand It's not my problem I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you AIM: SmarterChild Write To Me Here
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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 05-25-2002 @ 8:21 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home - 1965 She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. :-D She can take the dark out of the nighttime :-D :eek: And paint the daytime black. :eek: You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, The Law can't touch her at all. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She's a hypnotist collector, You are a walking antique. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. For Halloween give her a trumpet And for Christmas, give her big drums.  | ||||
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