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”
-Bob Dylan
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm
-His Bobness
the man who stole the water will swim forevermore
but he’ll never reach the land on that golden shore
that faint white light will haunt his heart
till he’s only a memory lost in the dark
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Wayback Wednesday – His Bobness (with Mark Knopfler on guitars and producing) Tight Connection To My Heart (Has Anyone Seen My Love)
Well, I had to move fast
And I couldn’t with you around my neck.
I said I’d send for you and I did
What did you expect?
My hands are sweating
And we haven’t even started yet.
I’ll go along with the charade
Until I can think my way out.
I know it was all a big joke
Whatever it was about.
Someday maybe
I’ll remember to forget.I’m gonna get my coat,
I feel the breath of a storm.
There’s something I’ve got to do tonight,
You go inside and stay warm.Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love.
I don’t know,
Has anybody seen my love?You want to talk to me,
Go ahead and talk.
Whatever you got to say to me
Won’t come as any shock.
I must be guilty of something,
You just whisper it into my ear.
Madame Butterfly
She lulled me to sleep,
In a town without pity
Where the water runs deep.
She said, “Be easy, baby,
There ain’t nothin’ worth stealin’ in here."You’re the one I’ve been looking for,
You’re the one that’s got the key.
But I can’t figure out whether I’m too good for you
Or you’re too good for me.Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love.
I don’t know,
Has anybody seen my love?Well, they’re not showing any lights tonight
And there’s no moon.
There’s just a hot-blooded singer
Singing "Memphis in June, ”
While they’re beatin’ the devil out of a guy
Who’s wearing a powder-blue wig.
Later he’ll be shot
For resisting arrest,
I can still hear his voice crying
In the wilderness.
What looks large from a distance,
Close up ain’t never that big.Never could learn to drink that blood
And call it wine,
Never could learn to hold you, love,
And call you mine.
“New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.” – Bob Dylan
yeah
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
– Bob Dylan
In the still of the night, in the world’s ancient light
Where wisdom grows up in strife
My bewildering brain, toils in vain
Through the darkness on the pathways of life
Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air
Tomorrow keeps turning around
We live and we die, we know not why
But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down
-Bob Dylan
Props to His Bobness!
One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below)
Written by: Bob Dylan
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ’fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy he’s an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He’ll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ’fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You’ve never learned to read or write
There’s no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ’fore I go
To the valley below
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love’s breast
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best
I gazed down in the river’s mirror
And watched its winding strum
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum
Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum
They say ev’rything can be replaced
Yet ev’ry distance is not near
So I remember ev’ry face
Of ev’ry man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
-Bob Dylan
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