Etiket: Bob Dylan

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest needWhen the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seedThere’s a dying voice within me reaching out somewhereToiling in the danger and in the morals of despair Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistakeLike Cain, I now behold…

Come, you masters of warYou that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombs You that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks You that never done nothin’But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it’s your little toy…

Shadows are fallin’ and I’ve been here all dayIt’s too hot to sleep and time is runnin’ awayFeel like my soul has turned into steelI’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t healThere’s not even room enough to be anywhereIt’s not dark yet but it’s gettin’ there Well, my sense of humanity has gone…

If you’re travelin’ to the north country fairWhere the winds hit heavy on the borderlineRemember me to one who lives thereOh, she once was a true love of mine See for me that her hair’s hanging downIt curls and falls all down her breastSee for me that her hair’s hanging downThat’s the way I remember…

Most of the timeI’m clear focused all aroundMost of the timeI can keep both feet on the groundI can follow the pathI can read the signsStay right with it When the road unwindsI can handle whateverI stumble uponI don’t even noticeShe’s goneMost of the time Most of the time It’s well understoodMost of the timeI…

Who’s got a beard that’s long and white?Santa’s got a beard that’s long and whiteWho comes around on a special night?Santa comes around on a special night Special night – beard that’s white Must be Santa, must be SantaMust be Santa, Santa Claus Who wears boots and a suit of red?Santa wears boots and a…

The man in me will do nearly any taskAnd as for compensation, there’s a little he would askIt take a woman like youTo get through to the man in me Storm clouds are raging all around my doorI think to myself I might not take it any moreTake a woman like your kindTo find the…

Born in Red Brooklyn in the year of who knows whenOpened up his eyes to the tune of an accordionAlways on the outside of whatever side there wasWhen they asked him why it had to be that way “Well” he answered “just because” Larry was the oldest Joey was next to lastThey called Joe “Crazy”…

Mama, take these bells out of my earsI can’t hear them any moreThey’re bringing me down and giving me tearsI feel like I’m knockin’ on Heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s doorKnock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s doorKnock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s doorKnock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door Mama, I can hear that thunder roarEchoin’…