Bob Dylan - Greatest Hits Vol.3 [compilation] (1994) by Bob Dylan (보컬) on maniadb.com

Early one morning the
sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd
changed at all
if her hair was still red
Her folks they said our
lives together
sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's
homemade dress
papa's bank book
wasn't big enough
And I was standing
on the side of the road
rain falling on my shoes
Heading out for
the East Coast
Lord knows I paid
some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue

She was married
when we first met
soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam
I guess but I used a
little too much force
We drove that car as
far as we could
abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
both agreeing it was best
She turned around
to look at me
as I was walking away
I heard her say over
my shoulder
We'll meet again
someday on the avenue
Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the
great north woods
working as a cook
for a spell
But I never did like
it all that much
and one day the axe
just fell
So I drifted down
to New Orleans
though I lucky was
to be employed
Working for a while
on a fishing boat right
outside of the Delacroix
But all the while
I was alone the past
was close behind
I seen a lot of women
but she never
escaped my mind
and I just grew
Tangled up in blue

She was working
in a topless place
and I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at
the side of her face
in the spotlight so clear
And later on when
the crowd thinned
out I was just about
to do the same
She was standing there
in back of my chair
said to me Don't
I know your name
I muttered something
underneath
my breath she studied
the lines on my face
I must admit I felt
a little uneasy
when she bent down
to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue

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 fifteenth century
And everyone of them words
rang true and glowed
like burning coal
Pouring off of every
page like it
was written in
my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them
on Montague street
a basement down the stairs
There was music in the
cafes at night and
revolution in the air
Then he started in to
dealing with slaves
and something
inside of him died
She had to sell everything
she owned and
froze up inside
And when it finally
the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing
I knew how to do
was to keep on keeping
on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue

So now I'm going back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people
we used to know
they're an
illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
and some are
carpenter's wives
I don't know how it
all got started
or don't know what
they're doing with
their lives
But me I'm still
on the road
heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
we just saw it from
a different point of view
Tangled up in blue

Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.

Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

Pistol shots ring out
in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine
from the upper hall
She sees the bartender
in a pool of blood
Cries out My God
they killed them all
Here comes the story
of the Hurricane
The man the authorities
came to blame
For somethin'
that he never done
Put in a prison cell
but one time he could a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin'
there does Patty see
And another man named Bello
movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it' he says
and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin'
the register
I hope you understand
I saw them leavin'
he says and he stops
One of us had better
call up the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on
the scene with
their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile
far away in another
part of town
Rubin Carter and
a couple of friends
are drivin' around
Number one contender
for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda
shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him
over to the side of the road
Just like the time before
and the time before that
In Paterson that's just
the way things go
If you're black you might
as well not show up
on the street
'Less you wanna
draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner
and he had a rap
for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter
Bradley were just
out prowlin' around
He said
I saw two men runnin' out
they looked like
middleweights
They jumped into a white car
with out of state plates'
And Miss Patty Valentine
just nodded her head
Cop said Wait a minute
boys this one's not dead
So they took him to the
infirmary
And though this man
could hardly see
They told him that
he could identify
the guilty men

Four in the mornin'
and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital
and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man
looks up through
his one dyin' eye
Says 'Wha'd you
bring him in here for
He ain't the guy
Yes here's
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities
came to blame
For somethin' that
he never done
Put in a prison cell
but one time he could a been
The champion of the world

Four months later
the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America
fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter
Bradley's still in the
robbery game
And the cops are puttin'
the screws to him lookin'
for somebody to blame
'Remember that murder
that happened in a bar
Remember you said you
saw the getaway car
You think you'd like
to play ball with the law
Think it might a been that
fighter that you saw runnin'
that night
Don't forget that
you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said
I'm really not sure
Cops said,
A poor boy like you
could use a break
We got you for
the motel job
and we're talkin'
to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta
have to go back to jail
be a nice fellow
You'll be doin'
society a favor
That sonofabitch
is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his
ass in stir
We want to pin this
triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out
with just one punch
But he never did like
to talk about it
all that much
It's my work he'd say
and I do it for pay
And when it's over
I'd just as soon
go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow
and the air is nice
And ride a horse
along a trail
But then they took him
to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a
man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were
marked in advance
The trial was a pig circus
he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's
witnesses drunkards
from the slums
To the white folks
who watched he was
a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks
he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that
he pulled the trigger
And though they could
not produce the gun
The D A said he was the one
who did the deed
And the all white
jury agreed

Rubin Carter was
falsely tried
The crime was murder one
guess who testified
Bello and Bradley
and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers
they all went along
for the ride
How can the life of
such a man
Be in the palm of
some fool's hand
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help
but make me feel
ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals
in their coats
and their ties
Are free to drink martinis
and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like
Buddha in a ten foot cell
An innocent man in
a living hell
That's the story of
the Hurricane
But it won't be over
till they clear his name
And give him back the
time he's done
Put in a prison cell
but one time he could a been
The champion of the world

May God bless and keep
you always
May your wishes
all come true
May you always
do for others
And let others do for you

May you build a ladder
to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young

Forever young forever young
May you stay forever young
May you grow up
to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always
know the truth
And see the lights
surrounding you

May you always
be courageous
Stand upright
and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young forever young
May you stay forever young

May your hands
always be busy
May your feet
always be swift
May you have a
strong foundation
When the winds
of changes shift

May your heart
always be joyful
May your song
always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young forever young
May you stay forever young

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 one.
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.

Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity

Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity

Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun

Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?

Blind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity

I went to the wedding of Mary-lou
She said "I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you"
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity

I went down where the vultures feed
I would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?

Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For dignity

Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity

Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair

Got no place to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity

Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure
Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
for dignity

Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity

Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams

So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity

Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got
Seen better times, but who has not?

Silvio
Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come knocking don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like it you can leave me alone

I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train

I give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it's time to go you got an open door

I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

Silvio
Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams,
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams,
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride.

Ring them bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow,
Ring them bells with an iron hand
So the people will know.
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow.

Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one.
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With lost sheep.

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,
Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
For the child that cries
When innocence dies.

Ring them bells St. Catherine
From the top of the room,
Ring them from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom.
Oh the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong.

You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
?ept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, numbers were burning
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Well, there was this movie I seen one time,
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck.
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself.
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck.

Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath.
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square,
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death.

Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain.
You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart.
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train.

I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel.

Well, we drove that car all nigh into San Anton'
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft.
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back.
I would have gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off.

Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies,
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul.
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man
And she don't want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live. He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile.
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back. She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust.
She said, "Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while."

Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started.
But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up.
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead." You could tell she was so broken-hearted.
She said, "Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt."

"How far are y'all going?" Ruby asked us with a sigh.
"We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn,
'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies."
Ruby just smiled and said, "Ah, you know some babies never learn."

Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head
But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play.
All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour.
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
"We got him cornered in the churchyard," I heard somebody shout.

Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi."
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you.
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears,
It was the best acting I saw anybody do.

Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Oh if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now.
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much. I could feel a whole lot better,
If you were just here by my side to show me how.

Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck,
Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind.
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything so I'll stand in line.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned.
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter.
And you know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone.
You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on."

There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice.
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound.
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back.
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

There was a little boy and there was a little girl
And they lived in an alley under the red sky.
There was a little boy and there was a little girl
And they lived in an alley under the red sky.

There was an old man and he lived in the moon,
One summer's day he came passing by.
There was an old man and he lived in the moon,
And one day he came passing by.

Someday little girl, everything for you is gonna be new
Someday little girl you'll have a diamond as big as your shoe

Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.

This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town
This is the blind horse that leads you around

Let the bird sing, let the bird fly,
One day the man in the moon went home and the river went dry.
Let the bird sing, let the bird fly,
The man in the moon went home and the river went dry.

Ooh~ ooh~ ooh~ Mama take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark too dark too see I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door Mama put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door knock knock knockin' on heaven's door Ooh~ooh~ooh~