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radiclib Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:05 PM
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For Bob's 70th--Post your favorite Dylan lines/verses
Take me disappearing 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

Happy birthday, Bob! :toast:

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MO_Dem Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:08 PM
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1. May you stay
forever young!
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panader0 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:13 PM
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2. "Ramona come softly, shut tightly your watery eyes
for the pangs of your sorrows will cease as your senses will rise...."
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DevonRex Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:18 PM
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3. Blowin'
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
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montieg Donating Member (454 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:20 PM
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4. Positively Fourth Street
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
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iwillalwayswonderwhy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 12:12 AM
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29. I've always loved that line
What an intelligent insult, eh?
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Arugula Latte Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:23 PM
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5. This one is sort of whimsical, but it popped into my head:
Everybody's just standin' 'round 'neath the trees, feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, then the pigeons'll go to him

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lob1 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:31 PM
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6. The empty handed painter on your street
is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.

From "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue".
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pipi_k Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:33 PM
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7. Subterranean Homesick Blues...
"Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
’Cause the vandals took the handles"
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lumberjack_jeff Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 11:46 AM
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45. "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows."
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annabanana Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:35 PM
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8. When he says "Do ya want to, make a DEEEEAL?"
ferocious lyrics, that song
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enough Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:39 PM
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9. The pump don't work cause the vandals took the handles.
But I reserve the right to list some more later, because of my advanced age.
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Bandit Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 02:44 PM
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53. Stole my thunder
lol... That line always made me chuckle
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Zorra Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 08:55 PM
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10. my sig line
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Name removed Donating Member (0 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 09:02 PM
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lifesbeautifulmagic Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 09:30 PM
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12. from - She belongs to me

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 nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

close second (there are so many), just one verse from My Back Pages

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
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Botany Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 09:51 PM
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13. But don't think twice, it's all right.
Edited on Mon May-23-11 09:53 PM by Botany
I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right


also any song that drops an Ashtabula (You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go)

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go
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fishwax Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 09:56 PM
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14. They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
and when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky

:toast:
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K8-EEE Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 09:56 PM
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15. WENNNT to the finest schools all right Little Miss Lonely but ya know
you only used tah git....JUICED IN IT!!
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Motown_Johnny Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:00 PM
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16. Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"


Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "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 says, "Where do you want this killin' done ?"
God says. "Out on Highway 61".

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there's only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61.

Well Mack the finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get ride of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61.

Now the fift daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light he says hmmm you're right
Let me tell second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61.

Now the rowin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.

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vanlassie Donating Member (826 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:24 PM
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22. Whats a sweetheart like you doin in a dump like this?
Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you King
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Motown_Johnny Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 07:55 PM
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66. I’m looking for anything that will bring a happy glow
Can't Wait

I can’t wait, wait for you to change your mind
It’s late, I’m trying to walk the line
Well, it’s way past midnight and there are people all around
Some on their way up, some on their way down
The air burns and I’m trying to think straight
And I don’t know how much longer I can wait

I’m your man, I’m trying to recover the sweet love that we knew
You understand that my heart can’t go on beating without you
Well, your loveliness has wounded me, I’m reeling from the blow
I wish I knew what it was keeps me loving you so
I’m breathing hard, standing at the gate
But I don’t know how much longer I can wait

Skies are grey, I’m looking for anything that will bring a happy glow
Night or day, it doesn’t matter where I go anymore, I just go
If I ever saw you coming I don’t know what I would do
I’d like to think I could control myself, but it isn’t true
That’s how it is when things disintegrate
And I don’t know how much longer I can wait

I’m doomed to love you, I’ve been rolling through stormy weather
I’m thinking of you and all the places we could roam together

It’s mighty funny, the end of time has just begun
Oh, honey, after all these years you’re still the one
While I’m strolling through the lonely graveyard of my mind
I left my life with you somewhere back there along the line
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
But I don’t know how much longer I can wait
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struggle4progress Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:03 PM
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17. Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin, and I’ll know my song well before I start singin
It’s a hard
It’s a hard
It’s a hard
It’s a hard
It’s a hard rain agonna fall

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Botany Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:10 PM
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18. This thread makes me happy
:)


thanx everybody! thanx to Bob D. too.



I wore this album out.
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coalition_unwilling Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:18 PM
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19. Your Leopard-Skin Pill Box Hat (off "Blonde on Blonde")
Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, you must tell me, baby
How your head feels under somethin' like that
Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Well, you look so pretty in it
Honey, can I jump on it sometime?
Yes, I just wanna see
If it's really that expensive kind
You know it balances on your head
Just like a mattress balances
On a bottle of wine
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Well, if you wanna see the sun rise
Honey, I know where
We'll go out and see it sometime
We'll both just sit there and stare
Me with my belt
Wrapped around my head
And you just sittin' there
In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you
It's bad for your health, he said
Yes, I disobeyed his orders
I came to see you
But I found him there instead
You know, I don't mind him cheatin' on me
But I sure wish he'd take that off his head
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Well, I see you got a new boyfriend
You know, I never seen him before
Well, I saw him
Makin' love to you
You forgot to close the garage door
You might think he loves you for your money
But I know what he really loves you for
It's your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
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Enrique Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:19 PM
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20. from "Po' boy"
Man comes to the door—I say, “For whom are you looking?”
He says, “Your wife,” I say, “She’s busy in the kitchen cookin’”
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vanlassie Donating Member (826 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:21 PM
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21. Masters of War
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins.

There is one thing I know though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would not forgive what you do
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Bigmack Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:32 PM
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23. Yes! nt
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dana_b Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 12:39 AM
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32. exact lyrics I was thinking of
Edited on Tue May-24-11 12:39 AM by dana_b
great minds - and all that. ;)
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mitchtv Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:38 PM
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24. when the rooster crows at the break of dawn
look out your window and I'll be gone
you're the reason I'm traveling on
don't think twice, it's alright
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JustAmused Donating Member (261 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:38 PM
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25. Talkin New York Blues
Edited on Mon May-23-11 10:47 PM by JustAmused
Very early one. He is talking about the critics but I have used it many times....

Some people dont have much meat on the table,
But they got a lot of knives and forks,
And they gotta cut something.


Applies to some bosses and lots of pols...lol

Edited to add the whole verse


Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It didn’t take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin’ about
A lot of people don’t have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks ’n’ knives
And they gotta cut somethin’
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OmmmSweetOmmm Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:40 PM
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26. Sweet Melinda

The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon.
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mistertrickster Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 10:49 PM
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27. "There's something happening here and you don't know what it is, do you, Mrs Jones." nt
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vanlassie Donating Member (826 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 08:46 AM
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39. Oh yeah.
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99th_Monkey Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-23-11 11:13 PM
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28. self delete - dupe
Edited on Mon May-23-11 11:14 PM by 99th_Monkey
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TransitJohn Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 12:21 AM
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30. Idiot Wind and Positively 4th Street.
My two fave Dylan songs.
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pamela Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 12:27 AM
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31. Great thread.
You picked my first choice-"Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free"

Other favorites:


And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what'll you do now my darling young one ?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.


**********

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


**********

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate



**********

You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

**********

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

**********

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue












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treestar Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 02:01 PM
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51. ....
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.
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bbgrunt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 12:46 AM
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33. hey, hey
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
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moondust Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 12:50 AM
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34. Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall.
For the times they are a-changin.
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nutsnberries Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 02:55 AM
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35. Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time


.
.
yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

:toast:
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retread Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 05:53 AM
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36. This repeated in my mind over and over the last presidential election.
"Idiot wind blowing every time your move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads heading south
Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe"

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oberliner Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 07:22 AM
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37. How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal?
When He Returns

The iron hand it ain’t no match for the iron rod
The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God
For all those who have eyes and all those who have ears
It is only He who can reduce me to tears
Don’t you cry and don’t you die and don’t you burn
For like a thief in the night, He’ll replace wrong with right
When He returns

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
He unleashed His power at an unknown hour that no one knew
How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice?
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride?
Will I ever learn that there’ll be no peace, that the war won’t cease
Until He returns?

Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground, take off your mask
He sees your deeds, He knows your needs even before you ask
How long can you falsify and deny what is real?
How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal?
Of every earthly plan that be known to man, He is unconcerned
He’s got plans of His own to set up His throne
When He returns
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jimmy_dun Donating Member (4 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 08:01 AM
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38. clean cut kid
there's so many, but this one always cracked me up. the whole song is great social commentary:

"He ate Burger Kings, he was well fed."


also, from the early days (talkin' WW III blues):

"I'll let you be in my dream, if I can be in yours"
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peekaloo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 08:55 AM
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40. from 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

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wicket Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 08:57 AM
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41. "You just kinda wasted my precious time. But don't think twice, it's all right"
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mistertrickster Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 09:00 AM
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42. I had a two-day lay over in Memphis because of a weather delay.
All I kept thinking about was:

Oh, momma, can this really be the end
To be stuck here inside of Mobile
With the Memphis Blues again . . .
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queenjane Donating Member (258 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 09:07 AM
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43. "What drives me to you is what drives me insane"
I married Isis on the fifth day of May
But I could not hold on to her very long
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

I came to a high place of darkness and light
The dividing line ran through the center of town
I hitched up my pony to a post on the right
Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.

A man in the corner approached me for a match
I knew right away he was not ordinary
He said "Are you looking for something easy to catch ?"
I said "I got no money". He said "That ain't necessary".

We set out that night for the cold in the North
I gave him my blanket he gave me his word
I said "Where are we going ?" He said "We'd be back by the fourth"
I said "That's the best new that I've ever heard".

I was thinking about turquoise I was thinking about gold
I was thinking about diamonds and the world's biggest necklace
As we rode through the canyons through the devilish cold
I was thinking about Isis how she thought I was so reckless.

How she told me that one day we meet up again
And things would be different the next time we wed
If I only could hang on and just be her friend
I still can't remember all the best things she said.

We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice
He said "There's a body I'm trying to find
If I carry it out it'll bring a good prize"
It was then that I knew what he had on his mind.

The wind it was howling and the snow was outrageous
We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn
When he died I was hoping that it wasn't contagious
But I made up my mind that I had to go on.
I broke into the tomb but the casket was empty
There was no jewels no nothing I felt I'd been had
When I saw that my partner was just being friendly
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad.

I picked up his body and I dragged him inside
Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover
I said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied
Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.

She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.

She said "Where ya been ?" I said "No place special ?"
She said "You look different" I said "Well I guess"
She said "You been gone" I said "That's only natural"
She said "You gonna stay ?" I said "If you want me to, Yeah ".

Isis oh Isis you mystical child
What drives me to you is what drives me insane
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzling rain.


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alterfurz Donating Member (723 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 11:40 AM
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44. There must be some kinda way outta here...
...Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
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GeorgeGist Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 01:31 PM
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46. Ditto
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lonestarnot Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 01:34 PM
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47. double ditto.
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tweeternik Donating Member (137 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 01:51 PM
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48. Great thread!! Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan ......
There are sooooo many, but I always thought this one was touching .... love the "in ceremonies of the horsemen" line!!

Love Minus Zero/No Limit

My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music

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Tierra_y_Libertad Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 01:54 PM
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49. “Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,
Edited on Tue May-24-11 01:59 PM by Tierra_y_Libertad
“Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,
He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note.
He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple,
Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people.
(He's eatin' bagels
He's eatin' pizza
He's eatin' chitlins
He's eatin' bullshit!)”

Bob Dylan - From "I Shall be Free"
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NightWatcher Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 01:56 PM
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50. Mama put my guns in the ground, I cant shoot them anymore
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Dulcinea Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 02:28 PM
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52. Tangled Up In Blue
Edited on Tue May-24-11 02:29 PM by Dulcinea
One of the most beautiful, moving songs ever written.


Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wond'ring if she'd changed it 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 bankbook 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've paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first meet
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 it 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 ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of 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 her side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's 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 thirteenth century
And every one 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
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the caf,s at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when 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 her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't 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.
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kentuck Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 02:47 PM
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55. Here he is:
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Bandit Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 02:47 PM
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54. There's something happening here but you don't know what it is do you Mr Brown.
:shrug:
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tweeternik Donating Member (137 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:36 PM
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59. Sorry, Bandit ....
but the line is "because something is happening here, but you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?" :smoke:

sorry, but "Mr. Brown" didn't sound right to an old Dylan junkie. Peace.

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Bandit Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:53 PM
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65. It didn't sound right to me either.... thanks for the correction
:smoke:
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RadiationTherapy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 02:51 PM
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56. A question in your nerves 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
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maxrandb Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:07 PM
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57. From Bob Dylan's "115th Dream"
Well, I rapped upon a house
With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, “Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way”
The man says, “Get out of here
I’ll tear you limb from limb”
I said, “You know they refused Jesus, too”
He said, “You’re not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain’t your pop”
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop

=========================================================
That's one of my favorites, but the entire song is awesome in that Dylan lyrical way

I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, “Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline”
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea

“I think I’ll call it America”
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, “Let’s set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads”
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin’ harpoons

Ah me I busted out
Don’t even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, “Ban the bums”
I jumped right into line
Sayin’, “I hope that I’m not late”
When I realized I hadn’t eaten
For five days straight

I went into a restaurant
Lookin’ for the cook
I told them I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
“Could you please make that crepe”
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin’ fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat

Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again

Well, I rapped upon a house
With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, “Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way”
The man says, “Get out of here
I’ll tear you limb from limb”
I said, “You know they refused Jesus, too”
He said, “You’re not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain’t your pop”
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop

I ran right outside
And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Englishman said, “Fab”
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And the man asked me who I was

I repeated that my friends
Were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, “Call me if they die”
I shook his hand and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line

Well, by this time I was fed up
At tryin’ to make a stab
At bringin’ back any help
For my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship

Well, I got back and took
The parkin’ ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, “Captain Kidd”
They believed me but
They wanted to know
What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was employed
They let me go right away
They were very paranoid

Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin’ the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin’
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn’t drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, “Good luck”



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cbdo2007 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:39 PM
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61. that song is great....my favorite from it is....
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship


hahahahahaha, love that
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Warren DeMontague Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:09 PM
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58. Chimes of Freedom. Desolation Row. Memphis Blues, Again. Shelter from the storm.
God, where to start.
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cbdo2007 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:37 PM
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60. Even the President of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked.
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HornBuckler Donating Member (978 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:42 PM
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62. You know that sometimes Satan come as a man of peace.
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kentuck Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:45 PM
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63. Bob Dylan is the greatest poet of our generation.
Hats off to Bobby!
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noel711 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue May-24-11 03:48 PM
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64. If today was not a crooked highway..
if tonight was not a crooked trail,
if tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
then tomorrow would me nothin' to me at all..

Yes n' only if my own true love was waiting...
if I could hear her heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
and I lying in my bed again...

The ultimate longing love song:
Tomorrow is a long time.
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