Fav Bob Dylan Lyrics

[The Cat 3]

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need

When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed

There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere

Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake

Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break

In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand

In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear

Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer

The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way

To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame

And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name

Then onward in my journey I come to understand

That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night

In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light

In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space

In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea

Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me

I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man

Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

[The Cat 3]

God don't make promises that He don't keep.

You got some big dreams baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up?

When you gonna wake up strengthen the things that remain?

[The Cat 3]

"The news of the day is on all the time,

All the latest gossip, all the latest rhyme,

Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,

Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see."

 

(T.V. Talkin' Song)

[The Cat 3]

"Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with are the things you need the least..." (Lonesome Days Blues)

[The Cat 3]

There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town

Starlight by the edge of the creek

The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down

Money's gettin' shallow and weak

Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory

It's a new path that we trod

They say low wages are a reality

If we want to compete abroad

My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf

Come sit down on my knee

You are dearer to me than myself

As you yourself can see

While I'm listening to the steel rails hum

Got both eyes tight shut

Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from

Creeping its way into my gut

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind

Bring me my boots and shoes

You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline

Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul

Tossed by the winds and the seas

I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall

I'll sell 'em to their enemies

I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought

Gonna sleep off the rest of the day

Sometimes no one wants what we got

Sometimes you can't give it away

Now the place is ringed with countless foes

Some of them may be deaf and dumb

No man, no woman knows

The hour that sorrow will come

In the dark I hear the night birds call

I can feel a lover's breath

I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall

Sleep is like a temporary death

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind

Bring me my boots and shoes

You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline

Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Well, they burned my barn, and they stole my horse

I can't save a dime

I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced

Into a life of continual crime

I can see for myself that the sun is sinking

How I wish you were here to see

Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking

That you have forgotten me?

Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret

They waste your nights and days

Them I will forget

But you I'll remember always

Old memories of you to me have clung

You've wounded me with your words

Gonna have to straighten out your tongue

It's all true, everything you've heard

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind

Bring me my boots and shoes

You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline

Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

In you, my friend, I find no blame

Wanna look in my eyes, please do

No one can ever claim

That I took up arms against you

All across the peaceful sacred fields

They will lay you low

They'll break your horns and slash you with steel

I say it so it must be so

Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue

Gonna give you another chance

I'm all alone and I'm expecting you

To lead me off in a cheerful dance

I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife

I can live on rice and beans

Some people never worked a day in their life

Don't know what work even means

Well, meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind

Bring me my boots and shoes

You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline

Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

 

(Workingman’s Blues #2)

[pjbear05]

"I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spotted land..." Bob Dylan's 115th Dream.

[ReRushed]

You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

[invisible airwave]

Our conversation was short and sweet

It nearly swept me off my feet

And I'm back in the rain, oh

And you are on dry land

You made it there somehow

You're a big girl now

 

Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence

He's singin' his song for me at his own expense

And I'm just like that bird, oh

Singin' just for you

I hope that you can hear

Hear me singin' through these tears

 

Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast

Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last

I can change, I swear, oh

See what you can do

I can make it through

You can make it too

 

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase

You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days

Oh, I know where I can find you, oh

In somebody's room.

It's a price I have to pay

You're a big girl all the way

 

A change in the weather is known to be extreme

But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?

I'm going out of my mind, oh

With a pain that stops and starts

Like a corkscrew to my heart

Ever since we've been apart

[Hatchetaxe&saw]

I'm ten miles outside the city

And I'm lifted away

In an ancient light

That is not of day

They were calm, they were gloomed

We knew them all too well

We loved each other more than

We ever dared to tell

 

[driventotheedge]

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

 

Positively 4th Street

Edited July 17, 2018 by driventotheedge

[Oracle]

Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame

You must pick 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

 

Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

Edited July 17, 2018 by Oracle

[ReRushed]

I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around

Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around

I went to church on Sunday and she passed by

And my love for her is taking such a long time to die

God, I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist

It's almost like, almost like I don't exist

I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound

 

There's a wall of pride high and wide

Can't see over to the other side

It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay

It's sadder still to feel your heart torn away

One look at you and I'm out of control

Like the universe has swallowed me whole

I'm 20 miles out of town and Cold Irons bound

 

There's too many people, too many to recall

I thought some of 'em were friends of mine

I was wrong about 'em all

Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud

Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood

I found my own, I found my one in you

But your love just hasn't proved true

I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound

 

20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound

 

Well the winds in Chicago have turned me to shreds

Reality has always had too many heads

Some things last longer than you think they will

Some kind of things you can never kill

It's you and you only I'm thinking about

But you can't see in, and it's hard looking out

 

I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound

 

Well the fat's in the fire, and the water's in the tank

And the whiskey's in the jar, and the money's in the bank

I tried to love and protect you because I cared

I'm gonna remember forever the joy we've shared

Looking at you and I'm on my bended knee

You have no idea what you do to me

I'm 20 miles out of town Cold Irons bound

20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound

[bathory]

maggie's farm is the american work anthem

[bathory]

other than minutemen's this aint no picnic

[Hatchetaxe&saw]

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed

You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.

The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,

I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell.

I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed

And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?

I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,

That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.

Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,

Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.

Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame,

All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.

 

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them,

In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem.

The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet,

I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.

Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me

'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.

We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break,

No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?

So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine,

The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at,

I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that.

Edited July 31, 2018 by Hatchetaxe&saw

[ReRushed]

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

She can take the dark out of the nighttime

And paint the daytime black

 

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, buy her a drum

[Hatchetaxe&saw]

He sits in your room, his tomb with a fist full of tacks

Preoccupied with his vengeance

Cursin' the dead that can't answer him back

You know that he has no intentions

Of looking your way, unless it's to say

That he needs you to test his inventions

[Lorraine]

Speaking of Bob Dylan, on this day in 1962 his first album was released. :codger:

 

 

You're welcome. :)

[The Cat 3]

"We've reached the edge of the road, baby, where the pasture begins

Where the charity is supposed to cover up a multitude of sins..."

 

[tangy]

Forever young!

[IbanezJem]

Apologies for the lengthy post, but...

Standing on the waters casting your bread

While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing

Distant ships sailing into the mist,

You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing

Freedom just around the corner for you

But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,

You rise up and say goodbye to no one

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,

Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show why

Shedding off one more layer of skin,

Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,

Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister

You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah

But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister

Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,

You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,

The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,

Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features

Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,

Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,

Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain

Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,

Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,

False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,

Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,

A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet

He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,

Take the motherless children off the street

And place them at the feet of a harlot

Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,

Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Standing on the waters casting your bread

 

While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing

Distant ships sailing into the mist,

You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing

Freedom just around the corner for you

But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,

You rise up and say goodbye to no one

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,

Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show why

Shedding off one more layer of skin,

Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

 

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,

Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister

You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah

But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister

Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,

You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,

The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,

Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features

Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,

Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,

Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain

Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,

Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,

False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,

Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,

A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet

He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,

Take the motherless children off the street

And place them at the feet of a harlot

Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,

Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Edited March 20, 2019 by IbanezJem

[ClashWho]

Tangled Up in Blue. And I love the simplicity of Knockin' On Heaven's Door.