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 Hooty Reality is Relative  Registered: 02/24/03 Posts: 2,467 |
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This may not work out as well as it did in Papaver's Tiki Lounge, but alas there was a fire.... Anyway the idea is to just post some of Bob's lyrics, because there comes a time when everyone needs a few of mister Dylans words.
Queen Jane Approximately When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? 
-------------------- Without love in the dream It will never come true
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 bigfatdork Now I Have Teeth  Registered: 10/19/03 Posts: 1,310 Loc: North PoLL Last seen: 20 years, 5 months |
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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. -------------------- "But it was alright, he had won the battle against himself, He Loved Big Brother"
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Learyfan It's the psychedelic movement!    Registered: 04/20/01 Posts: 35,630 Loc: High pride! Last seen: 15 hours, 32 minutes |
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Jim  Registered: 04/07/04 Posts: 20,932 |
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To the man, Bob Dylan, who shares a birthday with me:
Chimes of Freedom (1964) Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden while the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. -------------------- afoaf said: Jim, if you were in my city, I would let you fuck my wife.
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Che_Night_Soil Koinoniphobic  Registered: 07/16/02 Posts: 1,533 Loc: Commonslaughtia |
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Dylan's version of Arthur McBride...be all that you can be.
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas mornin' Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp, And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp And a little wee drummer intending to camp, For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'. "Good morning, good morning," the Sergeant he cried. "And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply, Intending no harm but meant to pass by, For it bein' on Christmas mornin' "But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist, Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist, And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust, And drink the king's health in the morning. "For a soldier, he leads a very fine life, And he always is blessed with a charming young wife, And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife, And he always lives pleasant and charmin', And a soldier, he always is decent and clean, In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen. While other poor fellows go dirty and mean, And sup on thin gruel in the morning." "But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes, For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose, But you dare not change them one night, for you know If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning, And although that we're single and free, We take great delight in our own company, We have no desire strange places to see, Although that your offers are charming. "And we have no desire to take your advance, All hazards and dangers we barter on chance, For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France, Where we would get shot without warning," "Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat, And neither will I take it from snappy young brats, For if you insult me with one other word, I'll cut off your heads in the morning." And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs, And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades When a trusty shillelagh came over their head And bid them take that as fair warning. And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides, We flung them as far as we could in the tide, "Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride, "And temper their edge in the mornin'!" And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow, And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow, Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll, And bade it a tedious returning, And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks. We paid no respect to their two bloody backs, And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks, And left them for dead in the morning. And so, to conclude and to finish disputes, We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits, For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts And bid them look sharp in the mornin'. Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas mornin' -------------------- if(human==autoPart){ for(i=1;i<infinity;i++){ getBorn(mind,soul); getEdu(mind,soul); getJob(mind,soul); retire(mind,soul); die(mind,soul); } }
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kosmic_charlie Truckin' in styl  Registered: 03/18/01 Posts: 5,203 Loc: Deep Elem Last seen: 1 year, 2 months |
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Here are a few of my favs:
ALL I REALLY WANT TO DO I ain't lookin' to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you, Frighten you or tighten you, Drag you down or drain you down, Chain you down or bring you down. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up, Analyze you, categorize you, Finalize you or advertise you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to straight-face you, Race or chase you, track or trace you, Or disgrace you or displace you, Or define you or confine you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to meet your kin, Make you spin or do you in, Or select you or dissect you, Or inspect you or reject you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. SPANISH HARLEM INCIDENT Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming, Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless, come and take me Into reach of your rattling drums. Let me know, babe, about my fortune Down along my restless palms. Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed. I have fallen far beneath Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing, An' your flashing diamond teeth. The night is pitch black, come an' make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please! Let me know, babe, I got to know, babe, If it's you my lifelines trace. I been wond'rin' all about me Ever since I seen you there. On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding, I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where. You have slayed me, you have made me, I got to laugh halfways off my heels. I got to know, babe, will I be touching you So I can tell if I'm really real. Yonder Mountain String Band does a phenominal cover of the latter song. -------------------- 
Goin' where the water tastes like wine.
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vinsue Grand Old Fart  Registered: 02/17/04 Posts: 17,953 Loc: The Garden State 
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Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.  Classic lines...I learned to play guitar in 1973 from a couple Dylan song books.One of the best poets of my generation.
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"All mushrooms are edible; but some only once." Croatian proverb. BTW ... Have You Rated Ythans Mom Yet ?? ...  ... HERE'S HOW ... (be nice) .  ... 
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MrBump Third prize is you're fired  Registered: 10/01/02 Posts: 4,263 Loc: Denver, Colorado Last seen: 7 years, 1 month |
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talkin bear mountain picnic massacre blues:
I saw it advertised one day The Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way "Come along 'n' take a trip, We'll bring you up there on a ship. Bring the wife an' kids Bring the whole family.'' Yippee! Well, i run down 'n' bought a ticket To this Bear Mountain picnic But little did i realize, i was in for a picnic surprise Had nothin' to do with mountains I didn't even come close to a bear. Took the wife 'n' kids down to the pier Six thousand people there Everybody had a ticket for the trip "Oh well'', i said, "it's a pretty big ship Besides, anyhow the more the merrier.'' Well, we all got on an' what d'you think That big old boat started to sink More people kept a-pilin' on That old ship was a-slowly goin' down Funny way to start a picnic. Well, i soon lost track of m' kids 'n' wife Saw many people there i never saw in my life That old ship sinkin' down in the water Six thousand people tryin' to kill each other Dogs a-barkin', cats a-meowin' Women screamin', fists a-flyin', babies cryin' Cops a-comin', me a-runnin' Maybe we just better call off the picnic. I got shoved down 'n' pushed around All i could hear there was a moanin' sound Don't remember one thing more Just remember wakin' up on a little shore Head busted, stomach cracked Feet splindered, i was bald, naked Quite lucky to be alive tho. Feelin' like i climbed outta my casket I grabbed back hold of my picnic basket Took the wife 'n' kids 'n' started home Wishin' i'd never got up this morn'. Now i don't care just what you do If you wanna have a picnic, that's up to you But don't tell me about it, i don't wanna hear it See i just lost all my picnic spirit Stay in my kitchen, have m' own picnic in my bathroom. Now it don't seem to me quite so funny What some people are gonna do for money There's a bran' new gimmick every day Just to take somebody's money away I think we oughta take some o' these people an' put 'em on a boat Send 'em up to Bear Mountain for a picnic. If Dogs Run Free: If dogs run free, then why not we Across the swooping plain? My ears hear a symphony Of two mules, trains and rain. The best is always yet to come, That's what they explain to me. Just do your thing, you'll be king, If dogs run free. If dogs run free, why not me Across the swamp of time? My mind weaves a symphony And tapestry of rhyme. Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee So it may flow and be, To each his own, it's all unknown, If dogs run free. If dogs run free, then what must be, Must be, and that is all. True love can make a blade of grass Stand up straight and tall. In harmony with the cosmic sea, True love needs no company, It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, If dogs run free. Things Have Changed: A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tempered skies I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train Standin' on the gallows with my head in the noose Any minute now I'm expectin' all hell to break loose People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care but - things have changed. This place ain't doin' me any good I'm in the wrong town, I should've been in Hollywood Just for a second there I thought I saw something move Gonna take dancin' lessons, do the jitterbug rag Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag Only a fool in here would think he got anythin' to prove Lotta water under the bridge, lotta other stuff too Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care but - things have changed. I've been walkin' forty miles of bad road If the Bible is right the world will explode I'm tryin' to get as far away from myself as I can Some things are too hot to touch The human mind can only stand so much You can't win with a losing hand Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet Puttin' her in a wheelbarrow and wheelin' her down the street People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care but - things have changed. I hurt easy, I just don't show it You can hurt someone and not even know it The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity Gonna get lowdown, gonna fly high All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie I'm in love with a woman that don't even appeal to me Mr. Jinx and miss Lucy they jumped in a lake I'm not that eager to make a mistake People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care but - things have changed. -------------------- If it weren't for the bloody corpses, I wouldn't have any corpses at all. There are two ways to get to the top of an oak tree: start climbing or sit on an acorn. Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
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kosmic_charlie Truckin' in styl Registered: 03/18/01 Posts: 5,203 Loc: Deep Elem Last seen: 1 year, 2 months |
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This one always cracked me up. A classic American tale of the farmer's daughter:
MOTORPSYCHO NIGHTMARE I pounded on a farmhouse Lookin' for a place to stay. I was mighty, mighty tired, I had gone a long, long way. I said, "Hey, hey, in there, Is there anybody home?" I was standin' on the steps Feelin' most alone. Well, out comes a farmer, He must have thought that I was nuts. He immediately looked at me And stuck a gun into my guts. I fell down To my bended knees, Saying, "I dig farmers, Don't shoot me, please!" He cocked his rifle And began to shout, "You're that travelin' salesman That I have heard about." I said, "No! No! No! I'm a doctor and it's true, I'm a clean-cut kid And I been to college, too." Then in comes his daughter Whose name was Rita. She looked like she stepped out of La Dolce Vita. I immediately tried to cool it With her dad, And told him what a Nice, pretty farm he had. He said, "What do doctors Know about farms, pray tell?" I said, "I was born At the bottom of a wishing well." Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails I guess he knew I wouldn't lie. "I guess you're tired," He said, kinda sly. I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles Today I drove." He said, "I got a bed for you Underneath the stove. Just one condition And you go to sleep right now, That you don't touch my daughter And in the morning, milk the cow." I was sleepin' like a rat When I heard something jerkin'. There stood Rita Lookin' just like Tony Perkins. She said, "Would you like to take a shower? I'll show you up to the door." I said, "Oh, no! no! I've been through this before." I knew I had to split But I didn't know how, When she said, "Would you like to take that shower, now?" Well, I couldn't leave Unless the old man chased me out, 'Cause I'd already promised That I'd milk his cows. I had to say something To strike him very weird, So I yelled out, "I like Fidel Castro and his beard." Rita looked offended But she got out of the way, As he came charging down the stairs Sayin', "What's that I heard you say?" I said, "I like Fidel Castro, I think you heard me right," And ducked as he swung At me with all his might. Rita mumbled something 'Bout her mother on the hill, As his fist hit the icebox, He said he's going to kill me If I don't get out the door In two seconds flat, "You unpatriotic, Rotten doctor Commie rat." Well, he threw a Reader's Digest At my head and I did run, I did a somersault As I seen him get his gun And crashed through the window At a hundred miles an hour, And landed fully blast In his garden flowers. Rita said, "Come back!" As he started to load The sun was comin' up And I was runnin' down the road. Well, I don't figure I'll be back There for a spell, Even though Rita moved away And got a job in a motel. He still waits for me, Constant, on the sly. He wants to turn me in To the F.B.I. Me, I romp and stomp, Thankful as I romp, Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp. --------------------
Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Edited by kosmic_charlie (02/15/05 09:55 PM)
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Hooty Reality is Relative Registered: 02/24/03 Posts: 2,467 |
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Hey this is working out great....
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 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 Now 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 and the college Now 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 the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues 
-------------------- Without love in the dream It will never come true
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Hooty Reality is Relative Registered: 02/24/03 Posts: 2,467 |
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It Takes a Lot to Laught, 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, Leanin' on the window sill. 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. 
-------------------- Without love in the dream It will never come true
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