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Bob Dylan

Highway 61 Revisited

Oh, God said to Abraham, 'Kill me a son'
Abe said, 'Man, you must be puttin' me on'
God said, '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 said, 'Where d'you want this killin' done?'
God said, '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'
Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, 'That way, down Highway 61'
 
Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
'I got forty red-white-and-blue shoestrings
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'
Then 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 says, 'is much too white'
He said, 'Come here and step into the light'
He said, '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 roving gambler he was very bored
Trying 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'
 

Cocaine

Everytime my baby and me go up town
Police come and they knock me down
Cocaine, all around my brain
 
Hey baby, better come here quick
This old cocaine is making me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain
 
Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead
Cocaine, all around my brain
 
Hey baby, better come here quick
This old cocaine is making me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain
 
Early one morning, half past four
Cocaine came knockin' on my door
Cocaine, all around my brain
 
Hey baby, you better come here quick
This old cocaine is making me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain
 
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men
Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when
Cocaine, all around my brain
 
Hey baby, you better come here quick
This old cocaine is making me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain
 

Up to Me

Everything went from bad to worse
Money never changed a thing
Death kept followin', trackin' us down
At least I heard your bluebird sing
Now somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
 
If I'd thought about it, I never would've done it
I guess I would've let it slide
If I'd paid attention to what others were thinkin'
The heart inside me would've died
But I was just too stubborn
To ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
 
Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out
The orchids are in bloom
I've only got me one good shirt left
And it smells of stale perfume
In fourteen months I've only smiled once
And I didn't do it consciously
Somebody's got to find your trail
I guess it's gonna be up to me
 
It was like a revelation
When you betrayed me with your touch
I'd just about convinced myself
Nothin' had changed that much
The old Rounder in the iron mask
He slipped me the master key
Somebody had to unlock your heart
He said it was up to me
 
Now I watched you slowly disappear
Down into the officers' club
I would've followed you in the door
But I didn't have a ticket stub
So I waited all night till the break of day
Hopin' one of us could get free
Oh, when the dawn came over the river bridge
I knew it was up to me
 
The only decent thing I did
When I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall
Near the cage where I used to work
Was I a fool or not
To protect your real identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend
I thought it might be up to me
 
I met somebody face to face
I had to remove my hat
She's everything I need and love
But I can't be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth
Of how sweet life can be
But she ain't gonna make a move
I guess it must be up to me
 
Now we heard the Sermon on the Mount
And I knew it was too complex
It didn't amount to anything more
Than what the broken glass reflects
When you bite off more than you can chew
You got to pay the penalty
Somebody's got to tell the tale
I guess it must be up to me
 
Dupree came in pimpin' tonight
To the Thunderbird Café
Crystal wanted to talk to him
I had to look the other way
Now, I just can't rest without your love
I need your company
You ain't gonna cross the line
I guess it must be up to me
 
There's a note left in the bottle
You can give it to Estelle
She's the one you been wond'rin' about
But there's really nothin' much to tell
We both heard voices for a while
Now the rest is history
Somebody's got to cry some tears
I guess it must be up to me
 
So go on, boys, and play your hands
Life is a pantomime
The ringleaders from the county seat
Say you don't have all that much time
And the girl with me behind the shades
She ain't my property
One of us has got to hit the road
I guess it must be up to me
 
If we never meet again
Baby, remember me
How my lone guitar played sweet for you
That old-time melody
And the harmonica around my neck
I blew it for you, free
No one else could play that tune
You know it was up to me
 

Not Dark Yet

Shadows are falling and I been here all day
It's too hot to sleep and time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't let me heal
 
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain
 
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writin' what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
 
Well I been to London and I been to gay Paree
I followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
 
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
 
I was born here and I'll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
 
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
 

Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous.
 
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce.
 
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.
 
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, 'I've just been made.'
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says, 'My advice is to not let the boys in.'
 
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
'Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride.
You will not die, it's not poison.'
 
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.
 
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, 'Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?'
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, 'Death to all those who would whimper and cry.'
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, 'The sun's not yellow it's chicken.'
 
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.
 
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle.
 
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle.
 
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble
With the tombstone blues.
 
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter.
 
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after.
 
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.
 
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks' home in the college.
 
I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
 
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.
 
Alright!
 

You belong to me

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember, darling all the while
You belong to me

See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby
Can’t buy a thrill
Well, I’ve been up all night, baby
Leanin’ on the windowsill
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don’t make it
You know my baby will

Don’t the moon look good, mama
Shinin’ through the trees?
Don’t the brakeman look good, mama
Flagging down the “Double E?”
Don’t the sun look good
Goin’ down over the sea?
Don’t my gal look fine
When she’s comin’ after me?

Now the wintertime is coming
The windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody
But I could not get across
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby
I don’t wanna be your boss
Don’t say I never warned you
When your train gets lost

Absolutely Sweet Marie

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 riverboat 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

To Fall In Love With You

A tear go down my day is real
but your dying eye upon the same
and need just road for me from you
What paradise what can I do
that die for my and the day is dark
I can't believe for the end of time
What I could find?
Oh time is (incompensibile)
'f I fell in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with you

The day is dark, our time is right
Day in the night, deep in the night
I came (incomprensibile) be back, I hear-a my-a surprise
I see it in you live, I knew it in your eyes
Well, I feel your love and I feel no shame
I can't unleash your horde
I call your name
What were to me?
What can I do?
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with you

It just rolls upon the sand
(incomprensibile) now I made the man
Can make you feel what I can find
I know it in my days
Ah, in my dreary mind
Oh, will ages roll, will ages fly
I hear your name where angel lie.
What do I know? For to come it's true
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with you

How can the doors a trust on a nail?
How can I be surprised of most everything?
Ah, in the distant road I can't be the same
I feel no love, I kill no shame
I can't watch the bay out on my an own
We've a destined man
I came (incomprensibile) it all
(I didn't) I could find
Where I could go
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with you

When I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece
She promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin’ time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

Sailin’ round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, everything is gonna be diff’rent
When I paint my masterpiece

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