I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river You must have been protecting someone last time I called I never asked you for nothing that you couldn’t deliver I’ve never asked you to set yourself up for a fall.
I saw thousands who could have overcome the darkness For the love of a lousy buck, I’ve watched them die Stick around, baby, we’re not through Don’t look for me, I’ll see you When the night comes falling When the night comes falling When the night comes falling from the sky.
In your teardrops, I can see my reflection It was on the northern border of Texas where I crossed the line I don’t want to be a fool starving for affection I don’t want to drown in someone else’s wine.
For all eternity I think I will remember That icy wind that’s howling in your eye You will seek me and you’ll find me In the wasteland of your mind When the night comes falling When the night comes falling When the night comes falling from the sky.
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds
-Bob Dylan
It’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing
Wayback Wednesday with his Bobness and a tune that could talk to a lot of us – most of the time. From his 1989 release Oh Mercy. I’m hearin’ ya Bob…
Most of the time I’m clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path, I can read the signs Stay right with it when the road unwinds I can handle whatever I stumble upon I don’t even notice she’s gone Most of the time
Most of the time It’s well understood Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could I can make it all match up, I can hold my own I can deal with the situation right down to the bone I can survive, I can endure And I don’t even think about her Most of the time
Most of the time My head is on straight Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick I can smile in the face of mankind Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine Most of the time
Most of the time She ain’t even in my mind I wouldn’t know her if I saw her She’s that far behind Most of the time I can’t even be sure If she was ever with me Or if I was with her
Most of the time I’m halfway content Most of the time I know exactly where it went I don’t cheat on myself, I don’t run and hide Hide from the feelings that are buried inside I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend I don’t even care if I ever see her again Most of the time
She lit a burner on the stove And offered me a pipe “I thought you’d never say hello,” she said “You look like the silent type” Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin’ coal Pourin’ off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you
-Bob Dylan
The priest wore black on the seventh day
and sat stone-faced
while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards,
near the cypress trees,
while the springtime turned
Slowly into Autumn
Bob Dylan
Bluesday with his Bobness. An alternate take of Meet Me In the Morning, a tune originally appearing on the Blood On the Tracks album. Sweet
Meet Me In The Morning
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha Honey, we could be in Kansas By time the snow begins to thaw
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn But you wouldn’t know it by me Every day’s been darkness since you been gone
Little rooster crowin’, there must be something on his mind Little rooster crowin’, there must be something on his mind Well, I feel just like that rooster Honey, ya treat me so unkind
The birds are flyin’ low babe, honey I feel so exposed Well, the birds are flyin’ low babe, honey I feel so exposed Well now, I ain’t got any matches And the station doors are closed
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above Well, you know I even outran the hound dogs Honey, you know I’ve earned your love
Look at the sun sinkin’ like a ship Look at the sun sinkin’ like a ship Ain’t that just like my heart, babe When you kissed my lips?
I ain’t too good at conversation, girl So you might not know exactly how I feel But if I could, I’d bring you to the mountaintop, girl And build you a house made out of stainless steel But it’s like I’m stuck inside a painting That’s hanging in the Louvre My throat starts to tickle and my nose itches But I know that I can’t move -Bob Dylan
“Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child’s balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying
As pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn Plays wasted words, proves to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying
Temptation’s page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you’d just be one more Person crying
So don’t fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don’t hate nothing at all Except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked
An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged It’s only people’s games that you’ve got to dodge And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs they con You into thinking you’re the one That can do what’s never been done That can win what’s never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your eyes is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit To satisfy, insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to
Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must bow down to authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something they invest in
While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society’s pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he’s in
But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone living in a vault But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To tell fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn’t talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer’s pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death’s honesty Won’t fall upon them naturally Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed Graveyards, false goals (gods), I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only”
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