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Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me your the one I could be learning, you could be yearning, to see behind closed doors But I will always be emotionally yours Come baby, rock me, come on baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart Come baby, teach me, come baby, and reach me, let the music start I could be dreaming but I keep believing your the one Im living for And I will always be emotionally yours Its like my whole life never happened When I see you, its as if I never had a thought I know this dream, it might be crazy But its the only one Ive got Its the only one that Ive got Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied And you know that I will always be emotionally yours Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide

If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasnt such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin Only if she was lyin by me And Id lie in my bed once again I cant see my reflection in the water I cant speak the sounds that know no pain I cant hear the echo of my footsteps I cant remember the sound of my own name Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin Only if she was lyin by me And Id lie in my bed once again Theres beauty in a silver, singin river Theres beauty in a sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true loves eyes Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin Only if she was lyin by me And Id lie in my bed once again

Look out your window, baby, theres a scene youd like to catch The band is playing Dixie, a man got his hand outstretched Could be the Fuhrer Could be the local priest I said sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue He knows every song of love that ever has been sung Good intentions can be evil Both hands are be full of grease You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Somewhere mamas weeping for her blue-eyed boy Shes holding them shoes and that little broken toy And hes following a star The same one them three men followed from the East I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace

Come, you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind the walls You that hide behind your desks I just want you to know Know I can see through your masks

Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town Hollis Brown he lived On the outside of town With his wife and five children In his cabin broken down He looked for work and money And he walked a ragged mile He looked for work and money And he walked a ragged mile Your children are so hungry That they dont know how to smile Your babys eyes look crazy Theyre tuggin at your sleeve Your babys eyes look crazy now Theyre tuggin at your sleeve You walk the floor and you wonder why With every breath that breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare Is there anyone that knows? Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above To please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above To please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell you That you aint got no friend Your babys a-cryin louder Now its poundin on your brain Your babys a-cryin louder Now its poundin on your brain Your wifes screams are a-stabbin you Like dirty, drivin rain Your grass is turnin black And theres no water in your well Your grass is turnin black Theres no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On them seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun Thats hangin on the wall Your brain it is a-bleedin And your legs cant seem to stand Your brain it is a-bleedin And your legs just cant seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That youre holdin in your hand Theres seven breezes blowin All around the cabin door Seven breezes blowin All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the oceans pounding roar Theres seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance Somewhere in the distance Theres seven new people born

Come gather round people wherver you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown And accept it that soon youll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth saving Then youd better start swimming or youll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changing! Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide, the chance wont come again And dont speak too soon, for the wheels still in spin And theres no telling who that its naming For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changing! Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call Dont stand in the doorway, dont block up the hall For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled Theres a battle outside and its raging Itll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changing! Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land And dont criticize what you cant understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly aging Please get out of the new one if you cant lend your hand For the times they are a-changing! The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast As the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fading And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changing!

My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesnt have to say shes faithful But shes true like ice, like fire People carry roses Make promises by the hours My love laughs like the flowers Valentines cant 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 theres no success like failure And that failures 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 goes rainy My love, shes like some raven At my window with a broken wing My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesnt have to say shes faithful To all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night goes rainy My love, shes like some raven At my window with a broken wing

My name it is nothing, my age it means less The country I come from is a part of the Free West I was taught and brought up there its laws to abide And that the land that I live in has God on its side Oh the history books tell it, they tell it so well The cavalries charged, the Indians fell The cavalries charged, the Indians died For the country was young with God on its side Oh the first World War, it came and it went The reason for fighting I never could get But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride For you dont count the dead when Gods on your side And then the second World War, it came to an end We forgave the Germans and now we are friends Though they murdered six million, in the ovens they fried The Germans now, too, have God on their side But now we have weapons of chemical dust And if fire them were forced to, why then fire them we must One push of the button and a shot the worldwide And you never ask questions when Gods on your side tho many a long hour Ive thought on this That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss But I cant think for you, you will have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side And now as I leave you, Im weary as hell The confusion Im feelin, there aint no tongue can tell The words fill my head and drop to the floor That if Gods on our side, hell stop the next war

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 Years 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 Dont 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 wouldve got deeper, but there wasnt any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasnt 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 hed give me information if his name wasnt used He wanted money up front, said he was abused By dignity Footprints runnin cross the sliver sand Steps goin down into tattoo land I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light In the border towns of despair Got no place to fade, got no coat Im on the rollin river in a jerkin boat Tryin to read a note somebody wrote About dignity Sick man lookin for the doctors 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, Im at the edge of the lake Sometimes I wonder what its gonna take To find dignity

Cane standing in the fields getting old and red Lot of misery in Georgetown, three men lying dead And Joshua, head of the government, say strike for better pay Cane cutters are striking, Joshua gone away Joshua gone Barbados, just like he dont know People on this Island, they got nowhere to go in the city, you can hear how the women bawl Joshua gone Barbados, he dont care at all Sonny Child the overseer, I swear hes an ignorant man Walking through the canefield, pistol in his hand strike be all in vain Joshua gone Barbados, just like he dont know People on the St. Vincent, they got no place to go

Shes got everything she needs Shes an artist, she dont look back Shes got everything she needs Shes an artist, she dont look back She takes the dark out of the nighttime And paints the daytime black You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees Youll wind up peeking through a key hole, down upon your bended knees She never stumbles, shes got no place to fall She never stumbles, shes got no place to fall Shes nobodys child, the law cant touch her at all Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween, buy her a trumpet, Christmas, get her these drums Shes got everything she needs Shes an artist, she dont look back Shes got everything she needs Shes an artist, she dont look back She takes the dark out of the nighttime Paints the daytime black Oh, she takes the dark out of the nighttime And paints the daytime black

Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket Never let it slip away Always be a man, not a boy gone astray When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat Or on a frozen, rotted road With no one to complain to about your achin feet Youre gonna walk that endless highway Walk that high-way till you die All you children goin my way Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye When I see a detour up ahead Well, I leave it far behind Who knows what youre apt to find there With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin Well it look like tme this time I wont be buyin When they get a scapegoat by the throat Its hard labour and cold beans If ya get away real quick Youll be eatin from the poison peanut machine Well, I sing by night, wander by day Im on the road and it looks like Im here to stay

There are many kinds of fish that swim in the sea Theres others that swim in the dark And of those troupers and trouts and dolphins and whales The one you must watch is the shark Card shark get him in the nose That ol card shark Card shark get him in the nose That ol card shark Now I sat me down to have some fun I jumped in the tank for a spell I boogalooed in the bunkhouse and saw some bandits on the run I went down to get water from the well Card shark get him in the nose That ol card shark Card shark get him in the nose That ol card shark Now set ‘m up, Samba, sit on it awhile Toss in the towel and have a kick Stick it in the rear and roar for a bit And waddle down the road like a brick Card shark get him in the nose That ol card shark Card shark get him in the nose That ol card shark

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come followin you Though I know that evenins empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, Im branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin ship My senses have been stripped, my hands cant feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin Im ready to go anywhere, Im ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it Though you might hear laughin, spinnin, swingin madly across the sun Its not aimed at anyone, its 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, its just a ragged clown behind I wouldnt pay it any mind, its just a shadow youre Seein that hes chasing 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

Ooh, ooh Hey Mama, take this badge from me I cant use it anymore Its gettin dark, too dark to see Feels like Im knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, hey, hey, hey hey yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ooh Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ooh-oh yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ayy hey yeah Ooh-oh yeah, oh yeah, aw Mama, put my guns in the ground I cant shoot them anymore That cold black cloud is comin down Feels like Im knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, hey, hey, hey hey yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ooh yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ayy hey yeah Ooh You just better start sniffing your own rank subjugation, Jack Because its just you against your tattered libido The bank and the mortician, forever, man And it wouldnt be luck if you could get out of life alive Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, hey, hey, hey hey yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ooh yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ooh, no, no, no, woah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, no, no, no, woah, no Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, woah, woah, woah, yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, ooh yeah Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door Knock-knock-knockin on heavens door, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, yeah, oh

How many roads must a man walk down Before ya call him a man? Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before theyre forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before its washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before theyre allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head Pretendin he just doesnt see? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind

Well, 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 To the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong I came to a high place of darkness and light 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 Well, a man in the corner approached me for a match I knew right away he was not ordinary He said, Are you lookin for somethin easy to catch? I said, I got no money. He said, That aint necessary. We set out that night for the cold in the North I gave him my blanket and he gave me his word I said, Where are we goin? He said wed be back by the fourth I said, Thats the best news that I ever heard. I was thinkin about turquoise, I was thinkin about gold I was thinkin about diamonds and the worlds biggest necklace As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold I was thinkin about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless How she told me that one day we would 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 cant remember all the best things she said Well, I picked up his body and I dragged him inside I threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover I said a quick prayer and then I felt satisfied I rushed back to find Isis just to tell her I love her She was there in the meadow where the creek hits the rise Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed I came in from the east with the sun in my eyes I cursed it one time then I rode on ahead Well, I said, Where ya been? She said, No place special. She said, You look different. I said, Well, I guess. She said, You been gone. I said, Its only natural. She said, You gonna stay? I said, If you want me to, yes. Oh, Isis, oh, Isis, you a mystical child What drives me to you is what drives me insane I can remember in the way that you smiled On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin rain

Let me in here, I know Ive been here Let me into your heart Let me know you, let me show you Let me roll it to you All I have is yours All you see is mine And Im glad to hold you in my arms Id have you anytime Let me say it, let me play it Let me lay it on you Let me know you, let me show you Let me grow upon you All I have is yours All you see is mine And Im glad to hold you in my arms Id have you anytime Let me in here, I know Ive been here Let me into your heart

If youre travelin the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine If you go when snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see she has a coat so warm To keep her from the howling winds Please see if her hair hangs long It rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hairs hangin down For thats the way I remember her best Im a-wonderin if she remembers me at all Many times Ive often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my of my day So if youre travelin the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine

“i could make you crawl if I was payin attention” he said munchin a sandwich in between chess moves “what d you wanna make me crawl for?” “i mean i just could” “could make me crawl” “yeah, make you crawl!” “humm, funny guy you are” “no, i just play t win, that’s all” “well if you cant win me, then you’re the worst player i ever played” “what d you mean?” his jaw tightened an he took a deep breath “hummm, now i gotta beat you” straight away an into the ring juno takes twenty pills an pants all day. life he says is a head kinda thing, outside of chicago, private life come down junkie nurse home heals countless common housewives strung out fully on drugstore dope, legally sold t help clean the kitchen. lenny bruce shows his seventh avenue hand-made movies, while a bunch of women sneak little white tablets into shoes, stockings, hats an other hidin places. newspapers tell neither. irma goes t israel an writes me that there, they hate nazis much more n we over here do. eichmann dies yes, an west germany sends eighty-year-old pruned-out gestapo hermit off t the penitentiary. in east berlin renata tells me that i must wear tie t get in t this certain place i wanna go. back here, literate old man with rebel flag above home sweet home sign says he won’t vote for goldwater. “talks too much, should keep his mouth shut” i walk between backyards an see little boy with feather in his hair lyin dead on the grass, he gets up an’ hands feather t another little boy who immediately falls down. “it’s my turn t be the good guy . . . take that, redskin” bang bang. henry miller stands on other side of ping pong table an keeps talkin about me. “did you ask the poet fellow if he wants something t drink” he says t someone gettin all the drinks. i drop my ping pong paddle an look at the pool. my worst enemies don’t even put me down in such a mysterious way. college student trails me with microphone an tape machine. what d you think a the communist party? what communist party? he rattles off names an numbers. he can’t answer my question. he tries harder. i say “you don’t have t answer my question” he gets all squishy. i say there’s no answer t my question any more n there’s an answer t your question. ferris wheel runs in california park an the sky trembles. turns red. above hiccups an pointed fingers. i tell reporter lady that yes i’m monstrously against the house unamerican activities commitee an also the cia an i beg her please not t ask me why for it would take too long t tell she asks me about humanity an i say i’m not sure what that word means. she wants me t say what she wants me t say. she wants me t say what she can understand. a loose-tempered fat man in borrowed stomach slams wife in the face an rushes off t civil rights meeting. while some strange girl chases me up smoky mountain tryin t find out what sign i am. i take allen ginsberg t meet fantastic great beautiful artists an no trespassin boards block up all there is t see. eviction. infection gangrene an atomic bombs. both ends exist only because there is someone who wants profit. boy loses eyesight. becomes airplane pilot. people pound their chests an other people’s chests an interpret bibles t suit their own means. respect is just a misinterpreted word an if Jesus Christ himself came down through these streets, Christianity would start all over again. standin on the stage of all ground, insects play in their own world. snakes slide through the weeds. ants come an go through the grass. turtles an lizards make their way through the sand. everything crawls. everything . . . an everything still crawls

Oh, the time will come up when the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins The hour that the ship comes in And the sea will split and the ships will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shakin Then the tide will pound and the wind will sound And the morning will be a-breakin The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path And the seagulls, theyll be a-smilin And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in And the words that are used for to get the ship confused Will not be understood as theyre spoken For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night And be buried at the bottom of the ocean A song will lift as the mainsail shifts And the boat drifts on to the shoreline And the sun will respect every face on the deck The hour that the ship comes in Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a-touchin And the ships wise men will remind you once again That the whole wide world is watchin Oh, the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes And theyll jerk from their beds and think theyre dreamin But theyll pinch themselves and squeal And theyll know that its for real The hour that the ship comes in Then theyll raise their hands Sayin Well meet all your demands But well shout from the bow, your days are numbered And like Pharaohs tribe, theyll be drownded in the tide And like Goliath, theyll be conquered

Come gather round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon Youll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin Then you better start swimmin Or youll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And dont criticize What you cant 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 cant lend your hand For the times they are a-changin For the times they are a-changin The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? And how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they are forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before theyre allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesnt see? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind The answer, my friends, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind

Shes got everything she needs Shes an artist she dont look back Shes got everything she needs Shes an artist she dont look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime Paint the daytime black You may start out standing Probably steal her anything she sees You can start out standing Probably steal her anything she sees But youll wind up peaking through a keyhole On your knees She never stumbles Got no place to fall She never stumbles Got no place to fall Shes nobodys child The law cant touch her at all Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween buy her a trumpet For Christmas give her a drum

Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms You should not treat me like a stranger Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize the danger Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection? And is our purpose not the same on this earth To love and follow His direction? We grew up together From the cradle to the grave We died and were reborn And then mysteriously saved Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door Dont turn away, youll create sorrow Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore You may not see me tomorrow

Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand But the judge says, Mona cant have no bond The walls collide, Mona cries The rainman leaves in the Wolfmans disguise Ohhhhh yeah I wanna be your lover, baby, I dont wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby I dont wanna be hers, I wanna be yours Well, the undertaker in his midnight suit Turns to the mad man, Aint you cute Well, the mad man he jumps up on the shelf And he says, You aint so bad yourself Ohhhhh yeah I wanna be your lover, baby, I dont wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby I dont wanna be hers, I wanna be yours Well, Jumpin Judy cant get no higher She got bullets in her eyes and then they fire Rasputin, hes so dignified He touched the back of her head and he died Ohh Ohh Ohh Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I dont wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby I dont wanna be hers, I wanna be yours Well, Phaedra with her looking glass When she lays upon the grass She gets all messed up, she faints Thats cause shes so obvious and you aint Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah I wanna be your lover, baby, I dont wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby I dont wanna be hers, I wanna be yours I wanna be yours

Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed Whatever colors you have in your mind Ill show them to you and youll see them shine Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay lady stay, stay with your man awhile Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean And youre the best thing that hes ever seen Lay lady lay, stay with your man awhile Why wait any longer for the world to begin You can have your cake and eat it too Why wait any longer for the one you love When hes standing in front of you Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay lady stay Stay lady stay Stay while the night is still ahead Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed

It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe It dont matter, anyhow And it aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you dont know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and Ill be gone Youre the reason Im traveling on Dont think twice, its all right It aint no use in turnin on your light, babe That light I never knowed And it aint no use in turnin on your light, babe Im on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was something you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin anyway Dont think twice, its all right It aint no use in callin out my name, gal Like you never did before It aint no use in callin out my name, gal I cant hear you any more Im a thinkin and a-wondrin all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child Im told I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul Dont think twice, its all right Im walkin down that long, lonesome road, babe Where Im bound, I cant tell But goodbyes too good a word, gal So Ill just say, fare thee well I aint sayin you treated me unkind You could have done better but I dont mind You just kinda wasted my precious time Dont think twice its all right

I know that evenins empire has returned into sand Left me blindly here to stand And but for the sky There are no fences facin My weariness amazes me, Im branded on my feet And I have no one to meet But the ancient empty streets Too dead for dreaming Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come followin you And take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin ship All my senses have been stripped And my hands cant feel to grip And my toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin Im ready to go anywhere, Im 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 Im not sleepy and there aint no place Im going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come followin you Take me disappearin through the smoke rings of my mind Pass the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves Of the haunted, frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow I want 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 Im not sleepy and there aint no place Im going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come followin you

Didnt you know that it was me Who loved you all the time? Would you feel betrayed If I still had you on my mind? Didnt you know that all the time I could have been your greatest friend? Did you know that jealousy Would eat you up again? So many lies that you tried to justify So many so you could just step out in the night I dont care anymore, baby, Ill just be right here If you wanna go again, well, thats alright my dear Time is slowly ticking away But I know youll come back and be with me one day Cause I miss you but youre worth the waiting for I miss you but youre worth the waiting for I miss you but youre worth the waiting for I miss you, yes, I do All the friends around us thought That we were the king and queen We didnt go out looking for it, baby We were the scene There was nothing that this boy And girl couldnt do But you thought that boy was someone else Well, maybe I did too I was rough and stumbling through addiction and a cure I could tell you that my life was touch and go for sure Half the time I couldnt see the tears that you were crying But I wanted you so bad and you know I never gave up trying But time wont stop leaving me alone Its making me tired now, honey, please come home Cause I miss you but youre worth the waiting for I miss you but youre worth the waiting for I miss you but youre worth the waiting for Yeah, I miss you, yes, I do Yeah, I miss you I miss you, yes, I do And I miss you Baby, youre worth the waiting for Youre worth the waiting for Yeah, I miss you

Dylan Ramona come closer shut softley your watery eyes The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will rise But the flowers of the city thou breath like yet death like the at Times Theres no use in trying to deal with the dying Though I can not explain that in rhymes Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss Have to be by the touch of your skin Your magnetic movements still capture the moments Im in It grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world That just dont exist Its all just a scheme babe a vaccum of dreams that sucks you into Feeling like this Ive heard you say many times that your better than no-one And no-one is better than you If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and Nothing to lose From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem Theyll hype you & type & make you feel that you got to be just like Them Id forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a Meaningless ring For deep in my heart theres no help I can bring Everything passes everything changes just do what you think you should Do Then someday maybe who knows baby Ill come and be crying to you

You know theres two old maids layin in the bed One picked up an the other one she said Get your rocks off, get your rocks off Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me Well, you know there late one night up on Blueberry Hill One man turned to the other man an said with a blood curdlin chill, he said Get your rocks off, get your rocks off Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me Well, you know we was layin down around Mink Muscle Creek One man said to the other man he began to speak, he said Get your rocks off, get your rocks off Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me Well, you know we was cruisin down the highway in a Greyhound bus All kinds of little children on the sideroad they was hollerin at us, sayin Get your rocks off, get your rocks off Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me

Crimson flames tied through my ears Throwin high and mighty traps Countless fire and flaming road Using ideas as my maps Well meet on edges, soon, said I Proud neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth Rip down all hate, I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic flanks of musketeers Foundation deep, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now In a soldiers stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not Id become my enemy In the instant that I preach My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now My guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now You got me runnin, you got me hidin You got me run hide, hide run Anyway you want baby, oh yeah yeah yeah You got me doin what you want me Baby what you want me to do Im goin up, Im goin down Im goin up down, down up Anyway you want You got me seekin, you got me hidin You got me seek hide, hide seek Anyway you want

Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that wont change Come what may But the good times all are gone And Im bound for movin on Ill look for you if you ever come this way Think Ill go down to Alberta Where theres good there in the fall Ive got some friends that I can go workin for But I wish youd change your mind If I ask you one more time But weve been through that a hundred times or more Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that dont change Come what may But the good times are all gone And Im bound for movin on Ill look for you if you ever come this way But by then it would be springtime There aint too much for you to do So I see you when I pass this way again Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that wont change Come what may But the good times are all gone And Im bound for movin on Ill look for you if Im ever back this way

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall Oh, what will you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what will you do now, my darling young one? I’m a-going back out ’fore the rain starts a-falling I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are 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 it 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 sinking But I’ll know my song well before I start singing And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Yeah, hes cryin like a fire in the sun Oh, look out now, the saints are comin through And its all over now, baby blue Highway is for gamblers, better use your sense Take what you have gathered from coincidence The empty-handed painter from your street Yeah, hes drawin crazy patterns on your sheet Leave your steppin stones behind, theres somethin that calls for you Forget the dead you left, they will not follow you Your lover, too, has just walked out your door He has taken all his blankets from your floor Ah, strike another match, go start anew And its all over now, baby blue Yeah, its all over now, baby blue Ah, its all over now, baby blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin through And its all over now, baby blue 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 its all over now, baby blue All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home Your empty handed armies, are all going home Your lover who just walked out the door Has taken all his blankets from the floor The carpet, too, is moving under you And its all over now, baby blue Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you Forget the dead youve left, they will not follow you The vagabond whos rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore Strike another match, go start a new And its all over now, baby blue

If youre traveling in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was the true love of mine If you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if shes a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin winds Please see if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see from me if her hair hangs long Thats the way I remember her best Im a-wonderin if she remember me at all Many times Ive often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if youre travelin in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

Cass Elliot : They say everything can be replaced Yeah and every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here Together : I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Mary Travers : They say every man needs protection They say every man must fall Yeah, I swear I see my reflection Somewhere up above these walls Together : I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Joni Mitchell : Yonder standing me in this lonely crowd A man who says hes not to blame All day long I hear him hollering so loud Just crying out that hes not to blame Together : I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released

If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasnt such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all Yes and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear his heart softly pounding If only he was lyin by me And Id lie in my bed once again I cant see my reflection in the waters Cant speak the sounds that show no pain I cant hear the echo of my footsteps Cant remember the sound of my own name Yes and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear his heart softly pounding If only he was lyin by me And Id lie in my bed once again There is beauty in the silver singin river There is beauty in the sunrise in the skies None of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true loves eyes Yes and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear his heart softly pounding If only he was lyin by me And Id sleep in my bed once again

Crash on the levee, mama Waters gonna overflow Swamps gonna rise No boats gonna row Now, you can train on down To Williams Point You can bust your feet You can rock this joint But oh mama, aint you gonna miss your best friend now? Youre gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow Now, dont you try an move me Youre just gonna lose Theres a crash on the levee And, mama, youve been refused Well, its sugar for sugar And salt for salt If you go down in the flood Its gonna be your own fault Oh mama, aint you gonna miss your best friend now? Youre gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow Well, that high tides risin Mama, dont you let me down Pack up your suitcase Mama, dont you make a sound Now, its king for king Queen for queen Its gonna be the meanest flood That anybodys seen Oh mama, aint you gonna miss your best friend now? Yes, youre gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow

Well I woke up this morning looked all around See my milkcow but she cant be found Halla pleease, pleease dont do me wrong dont do me wrong If you see my milkcow Lord Lord send her home Well I woke up this morning looked around my bed Couldnt even eat my breakfast blues in my bread Halla pleease, pleease dont do me wrong dont do me wrong If you see my milkcow Lord Lord send her home Well ma your calf is hungry I believe she needs a suck But your milk is turning blue I believe shes out of luck Halla pleease, pleease dont do me wrong dont do me wrong If you see my milkcow Lord God send her home Well since my milkcow left me Ive been treated wrong I aint had no milk and butter since my cow been gone Halla pleease, pleease dont do me wrong dont do me wrong If you see my milkcow Lord God send her home

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out, all those saints are coming through And its all over now, Baby Blue And its all over now, Baby Blue The highway is for gamblers, you 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 The sky, too, is folding under you And its all over now, Baby Blue All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home All your empty-handed armies are all going home Your lover who has just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor The carpet, too, is moving under you And its all over now, Baby Blue Leave your stepping stones behind, theres something calls for you Forget about the dead youve left, they will not follow you The vagabond whos rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore Strike another match, go start anew And its all over now, Baby Blue And its all over now, Baby Blue And its all over now, Baby Blue

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way, Well, he answered, just because. Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last They called Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid Blast. Some say they lived off gambling and runnin numbers too It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin he was bulletproof The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs The hostages were tremblin when they heard a man exclaim Lets blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame. But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, Were not those kind of men Its peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again. Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with What time is it? said the judge to Joey when they met Five to ten, said Joey. The judge says, Thats exactly what you get. He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich They threw him in the hole one time for tryin to stop a strike His closest friends were black men cause they seemed to understand What its like to be in society with a shackle on your hand When they let him out in 71 hed lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want whats mine. Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey Why did they have to come and blow you away? It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun Im around too many children, hed say, they should never know of one. Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe Emptied out the register, said, Tell em it was Crazy Joe. One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it comin through the door as he lifted up his fork He pushed the table over to protect his family Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep I heard his best friend Frankie say, He aint dead, hes just asleep. Then I saw the old mans limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born And someday if Gods in heaven overlookin His preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away?

When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you haven’t made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I’ve known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue I’d go crawling down the avenue There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do To make you feel my love The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea And on the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free You ain’t seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn’t do Go to the ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love

Well the pressures down the boss aint here Hes gone off for awhile They say that vanity got the best of him But he sure left here after sundown By the way thats a cute hat that youre wearing And that smile so hard to resisit But whats a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? You know I once knew a woman who looked like you She wanted a whole man not just a half She used to call me sweet daddy when I was a child You kinda remind me of her when you laugh To deal in this game you must make the Queen disappear Its done with a flick of the wrist Whats a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? You know a woman like you should be at home Thats where you belong Watching out for someone who loves you true Who would never never do you wrong Just how much abuse you can take Well theres no way to tell by that first lonely kiss Whats a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? You know you can make a name for yourself You can hear them tires squeal You can be known as the most beautiful woman Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal You know, news of you has come down the line Even before you came in the door They say in your fathers house theres many mansions Each one of them got a fireproof floor Snap out of it baby people are jealous of you They smile in your face but behind your back they hiss Whats a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? Got to be an important person to be in here, honey Got to have done some evil deed Got to have your own harem when you come in the door Got to play your harp until your lips bleed They say that patriotism is the last refuge To which a scoundrel clings Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you King Theres only one step down from here, baby Its called the land of permanent bliss Whats a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

an amazon chick with an amazin’ pancho villa face thumb out on highway stands in the boilin’ sun countin’ cars go by zoom catch that u-turn watch truck yes i knew zapata well some of my friends my very best have even looked like the japanese at certain times i myself think they’re grand . . . make great radios do you ever see liz taylor down there pack is heavy there is ink runnin’ down its dusty straps amarillo ain’t far am going there too won’t need floor scrubbed voice dubbed or anything won’t need anything a place fumbles in the sky must make it t’ trinidad tonight a flyin’ saucer texan covered in cuff links ate his steak for breakfast an’ now his car radiator has blown up down the road back here, a sixty-three mercury convertible crashes into girl an’ ten birds just crossed the colorado border

When youre lost in the rain in Juarez And its Eastertime too And your gravity fails And negativity dont pull you through Dont put on any airs When youre down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there And they really make a mess outa you Now if you see Saint Annie Please tell her thanks a lot I cannot move My fingers are all in a knot I dont have the strength To get up and take another shot And my best friend, my doctor Wont even tell me what Ive got Sweet Melinda The peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English And she takes you up into her room And youre so kind And careful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice And leaves you howling at the moon I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said theyd stand behind me When the game got rough But the joke was on me There was nobody to call my bluff Im going back to New York City I think I have enough

Crickets are chirpin, the water is high Theres a soft cotton dress on the line hangin dry Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze Not a word of goodbye, note even a note She gone with the man In the long black coat Somebody seen him hanging around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town He looked into her eyes when she stopped to ask If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask Somebody said from the Bible hed quote There was dust on the man In the long black coat Preacher was a talkin theres a sermon he gave He said every mans conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When its you who must keep it satisfied It aint easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat She gave her heart to the man In the long black coat There are no mistakes in life some people say It is true sometimes you can see it that way Bridge: But people dont live or die, people just float She went with the man In the long black coat Theres smoke on the water, its been there since June Tree trunks uprooted, neath the high crescent moon Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force Somebody is out there beating the dead horse She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote She gone with the man In the long black coat

What was it you wanted? Tell me again so Ill know Whats happening in there Whats going on in your show What was it you wanted Could you say it again? Ill be back in a minute You can get it together by then What was it you wanted? You can tell me, Im back We can start it all over Get it back on the track You got my attention Go ahead, speak What was it you wanted When you were kissing my cheek? Was there somebody looking When you give me that kiss Someone there in the shadows Someone that I might have missed? Is there something you needed Something I dont understand What was it you wanted Do I have it here in my hand? Whatever you wanted Slipped out of my mind Would you remind me again If youd be so kind Has the record been breaking Did the needle just skip Is there somebody waiting Was there a slip of the lip? What was it you wanted I aint keeping score Are you the same person That was here before? Is it something important? Maybe not What was it you wanted? Tell me again I forgot Whatever you wanted What could it be Did somebody tell you That you could get it from me Is it something that comes natural Is it easy to say Why do you want it Who are you anyway? Is the scenery changing Am I getting it wrong Is the whole thing going backwards Are they playing our song? Where were you when it started Do you want it for free What was it you wanted Are you talking to me?

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I come following you Though I know evenings empire Has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand But still not sleeping My weariness amazes me Im branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty streets Too dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I come following you Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I come following you Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I come following you Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I come following you

Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime In your prime, didnt you? Peopled call, say Beware doll Youre bound to fall You thought they were all kiddin you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin out Now you dont talk so loud Now you dont seem so proud About having to be scrounging For your next meal How does it feel, How does it feel To be without a home With no direction known Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Youve gone to the finest school All right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used To get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you How to live on the street And now you find out Youre gonna have to get used to it You said youd never compromise With the mystery tramp But now you realize Hes not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel, How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see The frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down And did tricks for you You never understood that it aint no good You shouldnt let other people Get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse With your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Aint it hard when you discover that He really wasnt where its at After he took from you everything He could steal How does it feel, How does it feel To be without a direction known Without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed Wondering if shed changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was going to be rough They never did like Mamas homemade dress Papas bankbook wasnt 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 Ive 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 Well 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 lucky was 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 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 Dont 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 youd 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 cafes 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 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 Im going back again I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know Theyre an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenters wives Dont know how it all got started I dont know what theyre doing with their lives But me, Im 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

Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams For theyre deep and theyre wide And the worlds on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells... Oh yeah Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know Oh its rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells Sweet Martha For the poor mans 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 their are long And the fighting is strong And theyre breaking down the distance Between right and wrong Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells, for the time that flies For the child that cries Oh when innocence dies Oh ring them bells oh, ring them bells Ring them bells... Oh ring them bells Yes ring those bells For the child that cries When innocence dies Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow

Lazy stadium night Catfish on the mound Strike three, the umpire said Batter have to go back and sit down Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can Used to work on Mr. Finleys farm But the old man wouldnt pay So he packed his glove and took his arm An one day he just ran away Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can Come up where the Yankees are Dress up in a pinstripe suit Smoke a custom-made cigar Wear an alligator boot Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can Carolina born and bred Love to hunt the little quail Got a hundred-acre spread Got some huntin dogs for sale Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can Reggie Jackson at the plate Seein nothin but the curve Swing too early or too late Got to eat what Catfish serve Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can Even Billy Martin grins When the Fish is in the game Every season twenty wins Gonna make the Hall of Fame Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can

Why should you have to be so frantic You always wanted to live life in the past Now why d you wanna be so Atlantic You finally got your wish at last You used to be oh so modest with your arm Around your cigarette machine Now you lost it all I see and you all you got is your Two dollar bill and your hat full of gasoline

Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me your the one I could be learning, you could be yearning, to see behind closed doors But I will always be emotionally yours Come baby, rock me, come on baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart Come baby, teach me, come baby, and reach me, let the music start I could be dreaming but I keep believing your the one Im living for And I will always be emotionally yours Its like my whole life never happened When I see you, its as if I never had a thought I know this dream, it might be crazy But its the only one Ive got Its the only one that Ive got Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied And you know that I will always be emotionally yours Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide

Well, I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more Wake up in the morning, fold my hands, pray for rain Got a head full of ideas, that are drivin me insane Its a shame the way they makes me scrub the floor Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more Aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more Hands you a nickel, hands you a dime Asks you with a grin if youre having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more Aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more Aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more Well, she talks to the servants about man and God and law Everybody knows shes the brains behind pa Shes sixty-eight, says shes twenty-four Aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more Aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more Aint gonna work for Maggies father no more He puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks Bedroom window is made out of bricks The national guard hangs round his door I aint gonna work for Maggies father no more Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more Try my very best to be just like I am Everybody wants me to be just like them They sing while you slave and I just get bored Aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more

Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Everybodys building ships and boats Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes Everybodys in despair, every girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here Everybodys gonna jump for joy Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn I like to go just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet But jumping queues and making haste Just aint my cup of meat Everyones beneath the trees feeding pigeons on a limb But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here All the pigeons gonna run to him Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Let me do what I want to do, I cant decide em all Just tell me where to put em, and Ill tell you who call Nobody can get no sleep, theres someone on everyones toes But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here Everybodys gonna want to doze Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

Mama, take this badge off of me I cant use it anymore Its gettin dark, too dark to see I feel like Im knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Mama, put my guns in the ground I cant shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin down I feel like Im knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Mama, take this badge off of me I cant use it anymore Its gettin dark, too dark to see I feel like Im knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Mama, put my guns in the ground I cant shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin down I feel like Im knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door

Scende la sera, è tutto il giorno che sto qua Troppo caldo per muovermi, e il tempo se ne va Sento che la mia anima non mi abita più E so che sta per piovere, il cielo sta venendo giù Certe ferite non guariscono però col tempo le dimenticherò E non è buio ancora, ma lo sarà fra un po Ho buttato nel secchio la mia parte migliore In ogni bella frase cè un senso del dolore Lei mi ha scritto una lettera così dolce e compita Raccontava in poche righe ogni attimo della sua vita Cosa dovrebbe fregarmene francamente non so E non è buio ancora, ma lo sara fra un po Ho girato in lungo e largo, visto niente di speciale Sono sceso lungo il fiume, sono arrivato al mare In un mondo di chiacchiere e una montagna di fumo Senza mai cercare niente negli occhi di nessuno E il peso che mi porto appresso è lunica ricchezza che ho E non è buio ancora, ma lo sarà fra un po Sono nato senza chiederlo, senza volerlo morirò Sembra che mi stia spostando ma sono immobile da un po Ogni pezzo del mio essere è muto e svuotato Chissà da che scappavo e dove stavo andando quando sono arrivato E credo di sentire una preghiera e mi potrei sbagliare e oppure non lo so E non è buio ancora, ma lo sarà fra un po

You know Im a crawlin king snake, baby, and I rules my den You know Im a crawlin king snake, baby, and I rules my den I dont want you hangin around my mate; wanna use her for myself You know you caught me crawlin Baby, when the, when the grass was very high Im just gonna keep on crawlin now, baby, until the day I die Because Im a crawlin king snake, baby, and I rules my den Dont want you hangin around my mate; wanna use her for myself You know Im gon crawl up to your window, baby Wanna crawl up to your door; you got anything I want, baby? Wanna crawl up on your floor Because Im a crawlin king snake, baby, and I rules my den You know you caught me crawlin Baby, when the, when the grass was very high Im just gonna keep on crawlin now, baby, until the day I die Because Im a crawlin king snake, baby, and I rules my den

When you are sad and you are lonesome And you just cant find a friend Just remember Death is not the end And when all that youve held sacred Falls down and does not mend Just remember Death is not the end Not the end No, not the end Just remember Death is not the end Now, when youre standing at a crossroads That you cannot comprehend Just remember Death is not the end And when all your dreams have vanished And you dont know whats around the bend Just remember Death is not the end Not the end No, not the end Just remember Death is not the end The tree of life is growing Where the spirit never dies And the bright lights of salvation shine In dark and empty skies When the cities are on fire With the burning flesh of men Just remember Death is not the end Not the end No, not the end Just remember Death is not the end Now when the rain-clouds gather around you And the heavy rain descends Just remember Death is not the end And if nobody is close beside you With a soulful hands to lend Just remember Death is not the end Not the end No, not the end Just remember Death is not the end Not the end No, not the end Just remember Death is not the end

Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you ? Peopled call, say : Beware doll, youre bound to fall You thought they were all kiddin you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin out Now you dont talk so loud Now you dont seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal How does it feel ? How does it feel ? To be without a home ? Like a complete unknown ? Like a rolling stone ? Ah, youve gone to the finest school, all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street And now you are gonna have to get used to it You said youd never compromise With the mystery tramp but know you realize Hes not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say : Do you want to make a deal ? How does it feel ? How does it feel ? To be on your own ? With no direction home ? A complete unknown ? Like a rolling stone ? Ah,you never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you You never understood that it aint no good You shouldnt let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Aint it hard when you discover that ? He really wasnt where its at After he took from you everything he could steal How does it feel ? How does it feel ? To be on your own ? With no direction home ? Like a complete unknown ? Like a rolling stone ? Ah, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They are drinkin, thinkin that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But youd better take your diamond ring, youd better pawn it, babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you cant refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose Youre invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel ? Oh, how does it feel ? To be on your own ? With no direction home ? Like a complete unknown ? Like a rolling stone ?

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what you’ll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, “Is this where it is?” And somebody points to you and says “It’s his” And you say, “What’s mine?” And somebody else says, “Where what is?” And you say, “Oh my God Am I here all alone?” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, “How does it feel To be such a freak?” And you say, “Impossible” As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You’ve been with the professors And they’ve all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books You’re very well read It’s well known Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, “Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word “NOW” And you say, “For what reason?” And he says, “How?” And you say, “What does this mean?” And he screams back, “You’re a cow Give me some milk Or else go home” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin’ around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?

Im in the mood, Im in the mood for love Im in the mood, in the mood Im in the mood for love I said, night time is the right time To be with the one you love You know when night come, baby God know You so far away Im in the mood, Im in the mood, Im in the mood for love Im in the mood, in the mood Baby, Im in the mood for love I said, yes my mother told me To leave that girl alone But my mother didnt know What that girl was puttin down Im in the mood, Im in the mood, baby Im in the mood for love Im in the mood, in the mood Baby, Im in the mood for love

Zamknij oczy Zamknij drzwi Dziś nie grozi ci już nic Będę twój dzisiaj wieczorem Zamknij okno Światło zgaś To nie pora, by się bać Będę twój dzisiaj wieczorem Za moim oknem właśnie umilkł drozd I już odlatuje Księżyc świeci tak, jak srebrny trzos Niech nam toruje Nie pożałujesz Zdejmij buty Zdejmij płaszcz I z butelki nalej nam Będę twój dzisiaj wieczorem Za moim oknem właśnie umilkł drozd I już odlatuje Księżyc świeci tak, jak srebrny trzos Niech nam toruje Nie pożałujesz Zdejmij buty Zdejmij płaszcz I z butelki nalej nam Będę twój dzisiaj wieczorem

Confidential as a babys kiss Smooth like a babys breath Your love for me will always be Confidential to me Oh, to look...

Go away from my window Leave at your own chosen speed Im not the one you want babe Im not the one you need You say youre lookin for someone Whos never weak but always strong To protect you and defend you Whether you are right or wrong Someone to open each and every door... But it aint me, babe No, no, no It aint me, babe It aint me youre looking for Go lightly from the ledge, babe Go lightly on the ground Im not the one you want, babe Id only let you down You say youre looking for someone Who will promise never to part Someone to close his eyes for you Someone to close his heart Someone to die for you and more... But it aint me, babe No, no, no It aint me, babe It aint me youre looking for Go melt back in the night, babe Cause everything inside is made of stone Theres nothin in here moving And anyway, Im not alone You say youre looking for someone Wholl pick you up each time you fall To gather flowers constantly And to come each time you call A lover for your life and nothing more... But it aint me, babe No, no, no It aint me, babe No, no, no It aint me, babe It aint me youre looking for Oh, it aint me, babe No, no, no It aint me, babe It aint me youre looking for Babe

Ive travelled all over this world And now to another I go And I know I should find good quarters To wait and welcome Le Beau Welcome Ol Roison Le Beau To welcome Ol Roison Le Beau I know how good quarters are waitin For to welcome Ol Roison Le Beau When Im dead and laid out on the counter A voice you will hear from below Sayin, Send out a hogshead of whiskey To drink with Ol Roison Le Beau To drink with Ol Roison Le Beau To drink with Ol Roison Le Beau Sayin, Send out a hogshead of whiskey To drink with Ol Roison Le Beau Then get you half a dozen smart fellows Let them all stagger an go And dig a great hole in the meadow And in it put Roison Le Beau And in it put Roison Le Beau And in it put Roison Le Beau Go dig you a hole in the meadow And in it put Roison Le Beau And get you a half dozen barrels Put water at me head and me toes With a diamond ring scratch in upon it With the name of Ol Roison Le Beau With the name of Ol Roison Le Beau With the name of Ol Roison Le Beau With a diamond ring scratch in upon it With the name of Ol Roison Le Beau I hear that old tyrant approachin That cruel remorseless foe And I lift up me glass in his honor Take a drink with Ol Roison Le Beau Take a drink with Ol Roison Le Beau Take a drink with Ol Roison Le Beau And I lift up my glass in his honor Take a drink with Ol Roison Le Beau

You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you got a helping hand to lend You just want to be on The side thats winning You say I let you down You know its not like that If youre so hurt Why then dont you show it You say you lost your faith But thats not where its at You had no faith to lose And you know it I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd Youre in with Do you take me for such a fool To think Id make contact With the one who tries to hide What he dont know to begin with 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 Youd know what a drag it is To see you

Clouds so swift Rain wont lift Gate wont close The railing froze Get your mind on wintertime You aint goin nowhere Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair Now I dont care How many letters they sent The morning came and the morning went Pack up your money Pick up your tent You aint goin nowhere Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair Oh now, buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to a tree with roots You aint goin nowhere Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair Genghis Khan He could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep Well climb that hill no matter how steep Just as soon as we get the hell up to it Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair

When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you havent made your mind up yet But I will never do you wrong Ive known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong Id go hungry, Id go black and blue Id go crawling down the avenue No, theres nothing that I wouldnt do To make you feel my love The storms are raging on the rolling sea And on the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free You aint seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldnt do Go to the ends of the Earth for you To make you feel my love To make you feel my love

... Try me Try me, little girl We could raise a family Well they treat you like a dummy Well they treat you like a slave Nothin bout what you said, its all What you gave Try me Try me Try me, little girl We could raise a family Well, they treat so low At the time Ill ring out of way Oh, nika tho nika, threes gotta you gonna way Oh, well its three in the morning I get no room Based on cell she is sittin on room Try me Try me Try me, little girl We gonna raise a family

Come gather ’round people wherever you roam Admit that the waters around you have grown Accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin’ The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast The present now will later be past The order is rapidly fadin’ And the first was now will later be last For the times they are a-changin’ Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don’t criticize what you can’t understand Your sons and daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agein’ Get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand For the times they are a-changin’

I aint lookin to compete with you Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy or crucify you All I really wanna do Is, baby, be friends with you I aint 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 wanna do Is, baby, be friends with you I dont want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I aint wanting you feel like me See like me or be like me I aint lookin to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really wanna do Is, baby, be friends with you I dont 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 wanna do Is, baby, be friends with you

high treachery sails unveils its last wedding song bang sing the bells the low pauper’s prayer rice rags in blossom blow in a fleet ribbons in the street white as a sheet the people’ve been set t’ try t’ forget that their whole life’s a honeymoon over soon i’m not gettin’ caught by all this rot as i vanish down the road with a starving actress on each arm (for better or best in sickness an’ madness) i do take thee i’m already married so i’ll continue as one faithful done ah fair blondy ye lead me blindly I am in the gravel an’ down on the gamut for our anniversary you can make me nervous clink sings the tower clang sang the preacher inside of the altar outside of the theater mystery fails when treachery prevails the forgotten rosary nails itself t’ a cross of sand an’ rich men stare t’ their private own-ed murals all is lost Cinderella all is lost

Now theres a certain thing that I learned from Jim That hed always make sure Id understand And that is that theres a certain way we all must swim If we expect to live off of the fat of the land Open the door, Richard, Ive heard it said before Open the door, Richard, Ive heard it said before But I aint gonna hear it said no more Now theres a certain thing that I learned from my friend Mouse A fella who never blushes And that is that one must always flush out his house If he dont expect to be housing flushes Open the door, Richard, Ive heard it said before Open the door, Richard, Ive heard it said before But I aint gonna hear it said no more Take care of all your memories - said Mick For you cannot relive them And remember when youre out there tryin to heal the sick That you must always first forgive them Open the door, Richard, Ive heard it said before Open the door, Richard, Ive heard it said before But I aint gonna hear it said no more

You can read out your Bible Go down on your knees Pray to the Lord But it aint gonna do no good You can go to the White House Gaze at the Capitol Dome You can pound on the gate But you know its gonna be too late Youre gonna need Youre gonna need my love someday Youre gonna need Youre gonna need my love someday You can run to the desert Fall on the burning sand You can raise up your hand But you know youre gonna lose your man You can hitchhike on the highway And stand by the side of the road You can try to flag a ride But you cant ride in my car no more Youre gonna need Youre gonna need my love someday If you cant quit your lyin Please quit your low down ways Youre gonna need Youre gonna need my love someday And if you cant quit your lyin Please quit your low down ways

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 youre gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Youre gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But youre 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 youre gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Youre gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But youre 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 youre gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Youre gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But youre 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 somebodys landlord, you might even own banks But youre gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Youre gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But youre 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 somebodys mistress, may be somebodys heir But youre gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Youre gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But youre 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 youre gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Youre gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But youre 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 Youre gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Youre gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But youre gonna have to serve somebody

There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief Theres too much confusion, I cant 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, weve 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

I can hear the turning of the key Ive been deceived by the clown inside of me I thought that he was righteous but hes vain Oh, somethings a-telling me, I wear the ball and chain My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost Hes always off somewhere when I need him most The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is a-tellin me, I love ya still I come back to the town from the flaming moon I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon I love to see you dress before the mirror Wont you let me in your room One time fore I finally disappear? Everybodys wearing a disguise To hide what theyve got left behind their eyes But me, I cant cover what I am Wherever the children go Ill follow them I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you Im not free How long must I suffer such abuse? Wont you let me see you smile One time before I turn you loose? Ive given up the game, Ive got to leave The pot of gold is only make believe The treasure cant be found by men who search Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church We sat in an empty theater and we kissed I asked ya, please to cross me off-a your list My head tells me its time to make a change But my heart is telling me, I love ya but youre strange One more time at midnight, near the wall Take off your heavy make up and your shawl Wont you descend from the throne, from where you sit? Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it

Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water that runs down my drain You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you sit back and watch While the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young peoples blood Flows out of their bodies and into the mud Youve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed Youre not worth the blood that runs in your veins And I hope that you die And your death will come soon Ill follow your casket On a pale afternoon And Ill watch while youre lowered Down to your deathbed Ill stand over your grave Till Im sure that youre dead

By Bob Dylan Denise, Denise Gal, whats on your mind? Denise, Denise Gal, whats on your mind? You got your eyes closed Heaven knows that you aint blind Well, I can see you smiling But oh your mouth is inside out I can see you smiling But youre smiling inside out Well, I know youre laughin But what are you laughin about Well, if youre tryin to throw me Babe, Ive already been tossed If youre tryin to throw me Babe, Ive already been tossed Babe, youre tryin to lose me Babe, Im already lost Well, what are you doing Are you flying or have you flipped? Oh, what are you doing Are you flying or have you flipped? Well, you call my name And then say your tongue just slipped Denise, Denise Youre concealed here on the shelf Denise, Denise Youre concealed here on the shelf Im looking deep in your eyes, babe And all I can see is myself

I wanna know have you ever seen the rain The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind And dont you cry tonight, I still love you, baby It all keeps adding up, I think Im cracking up Hän on ammatiltaan sotilas, hän aina taistelee Vaan kerran hän toisillekin soittaa näin saa Viideltä saunaan ja kuudelta putkaan Sun kanssas katson maailmaa ja samaa unta nään Kun seppo teki kepposen ja käy tam, tam Kuuman kostean, minä tunsin Mombasan Vain tahroja paperilla, älä siis suutu, ei niistä asiat miksikään muutu Huomenta, Suomi! Hyvin pyyhkii Ei tippa tapa, ja ämpäriin ei huku Kumpa oisit viisaampi kuin isäs milloinkaan Ja isä meni Ruotsiin, äiti lensi taivaisiin Ja minä olin lentäjän poika I want your love, and all your revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance

Well Im walking down the line Walking down the line Well Im walking down the line, my feetll be flying I can tell you by my troubled mind I seen the morning light Seen the morning light Well its not because Im an early riser I didnt get to sleep last night My money comes and goes My money comes and goes My money comes and goes and rolls and flows Through the holes in the pockets of my clothes

Ive seen love go by my door Its never been this close before Its never been so easy or so slow Ive been shooting in the dark too long When somethings not right its wrong Youre gonna make me lonesome when you go Purple clover, Queen Annes Lace Crimson hair across your face You could make me cry if you dont know I dont remember when I was thinking of You might be spoiling me with too much love Youre gonna make me lonesome when you go There are dragon clouds so high above I have only know careless love It always hit me front below But this time round its more correct Its right on target and so direct Youre gonna make me lonesome when you go Flowers on the hillside blowing crazy Crickets talking back and forth in rhyme Blue river running slow and lazy I could stay with you forever and never realize the time But situations have ended sad Relationships have all been bad Mine have been like Verlaines and Rimbauds But theres no way I can compare All them scenes with this affair, honey Youre gonna make me lonesome when you go Oh, youre gonna make me wonder what Im doing Staying far behing without you Youre gonna make me wonder what Im saying Youre gonna make me give myself a good talking to I will I look for you in Honolulu San Fransisco, Ashtabula Youre gonna have to leave me now, I know But Ill see you in the skies above In the tall grass and the ones I love Youre gonna make me lonesome when you go Youre gonna make me lonesome when you go Youre gonna make me lonesome

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there aint no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, Im branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there aint no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come following you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My hands cant feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering Im ready to go anywhere, Im 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 Im not sleepy and there aint no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come following you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun Its not aimed at anyone Its just escaping on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time Its just a ragged clown behind I wouldnt pay it any mind Its just a shadow youre seeing that hes chasing Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there aint no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come following you 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 bench 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 Im not sleepy and there aint no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Ill come following you

How many roads must a man walk down Before they call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must those cannonballs be fired Before theyre forever banned? Let me tell you that the answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind How many years can the mountain exist Before its washed to the sea? How many years can a man, can a man exist Before hes allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesnt see? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind Sing it louder Sing it louder The answer is blowin The answer is in the wind The answer is blowin Its blowin Its blowin Its blowin The answer is blowin The answer is blowin in the wind

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 run And 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 up right and be strong And 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 And may your song always be sun May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young, and may you stay, stay forever young

FEBRUARY 7, 2015, 2:13 PM _ There are a few people we need to thank tonight for bringing about this grand event. Neil Portnow, Dana Tamarkin, Rob Light, Brian Greenbaum, Don Was. And also want to thank President Carter for coming. It’s been a long night, and I don’t want to talk too much, but I’ll say a few things. Im glad for my songs to be honored like this. But you know, they didnt get here by themselves. Its been a long road and its taken a lot of doing. These songs of mine, I think of as mystery plays, the kind that Shakespeare saw when he was growing up. I think you could trace what I do back that far. They were on the fringes then, and I think theyre on the fringes now. And they sound like theyve been traveling on hard ground. I need to mention a few people along the way who brought this about. I know I should mention John Hammond, the great talent scout, who way back when brought me to Columbia Records. He signed me to that label when I was nobody. It took a lot of faith to do that, and he took a lot of ridicule, but he was his own man and he was courageous. And for that, Im eternally grateful. The last person he discovered before me was Aretha Franklin, and before that Count Basie, Billie Holiday and a whole lot of other artists. All non-commercial artists. Trends did not interest John, and I was very noncommercial but he stayed with me. He believed in my talent and thats all that mattered. I cant thank him enough for that. Lou Levy ran Leeds Music, and they published my earliest songs, but I didnt stay there too long. Levy himself, he went back a long ways. He signed me to that company and recorded my songs and I sang them into a tape recorder. He told me outright, there was no precedent for what I was doing, that I was either before my time or behind it. And if I brought him a song like Stardust, hed turn it down because it would be too late. He told me that if I was before my time -- and he didnt really know that for sure -- but if it was happening and if it was true, the public would usually take three to five years to catch up -- so be prepared. And that did happen. The trouble was, when the public did catch up I was already three to five years beyond that, so it kind of complicated it. But he was encouraging, and he didnt judge me, and Ill always remember him for that. Artie Mogull at Witmark Music signed me next to his company, and he told me to just keep writing songs no matter what, that I might be on to something. Well, he too stood behind me, and he could never wait to see what Id give him next. I didnt even think of myself as a songwriter before then. Ill always be grateful for him also for that attitude.I also have to mention some of the early artists who recorded my songs very, very early, without having to be asked. Just something they felt about them that was right for them. Ive got to say thank you to Peter, Paul and Mary, who I knew all separately before they ever became a group. I didnt even think of myself as writing songs for others to sing but it was starting to happen and it couldnt have happened to, or with, a better group. They took a song of mine that had been recorded before that was buried on one of my records and turned it into a hit song. Not the way I would have done it -- they straightened it out. But since then hundreds of people have recorded it and I dont think that would have happened if it wasnt for them. They definitely started something for me. The Byrds, the Turtles, Sonny & Cher -- they made some of my songs Top 10 hits but I wasnt a pop songwriter and I really didnt want to be that, but it was good that it happened. Their versions of my songs were like commercials, but I didnt really mind that because 50 years later my songs were being used in the commercials. So that was good too. I was glad it happened, and I was glad theyd done it. Pervis Staples and the Staple Singers -- long before they were on Stax they were on Epic and they were one of my favorite groups of all time. I met them all in 62 or 63. They heard my songs live and Pervis wanted to record three or four of them and he did with the Staples Singers. They were the type of artists that I wanted recording my songs, if anybody was going to do it. Nina Simone. I used to cross paths with her in New York City in the Village Gate nightclub. She was an artist a definitely looked up to. She recorded some of my songs that she learned directly from me, sitting in a dressing room. She was an overwhelming artist, piano player and singer. Very strong woman, very outspoken and dynamite to see perform. That she was recording my songs validated everything that I was about. Nina was the kind of artist that I loved and admired. Oh, and cant forget Jimi Hendrix. I actually saw Jimi Hendrix perform when he was in a band called Jimmy James and the Blue Flames -- something like that. And Jimi didnt even sing. He was just the guitar player. After he became famous, he took some small songs of mine that nobody paid any attention to and pumped them up into the outer limits of the stratosphere and turned them all into classics. I have to thank Jimi, too. I wish he was here. Johnny Cash recorded some of my songs early on, too, I met him in about 63, when he was all skin and bones. He traveled long, he traveled hard, but he was a hero of mine. I heard many of his songs growing up. I knew them better than I knew my own. Big River, I Walk the Line. How High’s The Water, Mama? I wrote Its Alright Ma with that song reverberating inside my head. I still ask, How high is the water, mama? Johnny was an intense character. And he saw that people were putting me down playing electric music, and he posted letters to magazines scolding people, telling them to shut up and let him sing. In Johnny Cashs world -- hardcore Southern drama -- that kind of thing didnt exist. Nobody told anybody what to sing or do. They just didnt do that kind of thing where he came from. Im always going to thank him for that. Johnny Cash was a giant of a man, the man in black. And Ill always cherish the friendship we had until the day there is no more days. Oh, and Id be remiss if I didnt mention Joan Baez. She was the queen of folk music then and now. She took a liking to my songs and brought me with her to play concerts, where she had crowds of thousands of people enthralled with her beauty and voice. People would say, What are you doing with that ragtag scrubby looking waif? And shed tell everybody in no uncertain terms, Now you better be quiet and listen to the songs. We even played a few of them together. Joan Baez is as tough-minded as they come. Loyal, free minded and fiercely independent. Nobody can tell her what to do if she doesnt want to do it. I learned a lot of things from her. A woman of devastating honesty. And for her kind of love and devotion, I could never pay that back. These songs didnt come out of thin air. I didnt just make them up out of whole cloth. Contrary to what Lou Levy said, there was a precedent. It all came out of traditional music: traditional folk music, traditional rock n roll and traditional big-band swing orchestra music. I learned lyrics and how to write them from listening to folk songs. And I played them, and I met other people that played them, back when nobody was doing it. Sang nothing but these folk songs, and they gave me the code for everything thats fair game, that everything belongs to everyone. For three or four years all I listened to were folk standards. I went to sleep singing folk songs. I sang them everywhere, clubs, parties, bars, coffeehouses, fields, festivals. And I met other singers along the way who did the same thing and we just learned songs from each other. I could learn one song and sing it next in an hour if Id heard it just once. If you sang John Henry as many times as me -- John Henry was a steel-driving man / Died with a hammer in his hand / John Henry said a man aint nothin but a man / Before I let that steam drill drive me down / Ill die with that hammer in my hand.If you had sung that song as many times as I did, youd have written How many roads must a man walk down? too. Big Bill Broonzy had a song called Key to the Highway. Ive got a key to the highway / Im booked and Im bound to go / Gonna leave here runnin because walking is most too slow. I sang that a lot. If you sing that a lot, you just might write, 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 Howard just pointed with his gun And said that way down on Highway 61 Youd have written that too if youd sang Key to the Highway as much as me. Aint no use sit n cry / Youll be an angel by and by / Sail away, ladies, sail away. Im sailing away my own true love. Boots of Spanish Leather -- Sheryl Crow just sung that. Roll the cotton down, aw, yeah, roll the cotton down / Ten dollars a day is a white mans pay / Roll the cotton down/A dollar a day is the black mans pay / Roll the cotton down. If you sang that song as many times as me, youd be writing I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more, too. If you’d had listened to the Robert Johnson singing, “Better come in my kitchen, ‘cause it’s gonna be raining out doors,” as many time as I listened to it, sometime later you just might write, “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall.” I sang a lot of come all you songs. Theres plenty of them. Theres way too many to be counted. Come along boys and listen to my tale / Tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail. Or, Come all ye good people, listen while I tell / the fate of Floyd Collins, a lad we all know well.” Come all ye fair and tender ladies / Take warning how you court your men / Theyre like a star on a summer morning / They first appear and then theyre gone again. And then there’s this one, Gather round, people / A story I will tell / Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw / Oklahoma knew him well.If you sung all these come all ye songs all the time like I did, youd be writing, Come gather round people where ever you roam, admit that the waters around you have grown / Accept that soon youll be drenched to the bone / If your time to you is worth saving / And you better start swimming or youll sink like a stone / The times they are achanging. Youd have written that too. Theres nothing secret about it. You just do it subliminally and unconsciously, because thats all enough, and thats all you know. That was all that was dear to me. They were the only kinds of songs that made sense. When you go down to Deep Ellum keep your money in your socks / Women on Deep Ellum put you on the rocks. Sing that song for a while and you just might come up with, When youre lost in the rain in Juarez and its Easter time too / And your gravity’s down and negativity dont pull you through / Don’t put on any airs / When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue / They got some hungry women there / And they really make a mess outta you. All these songs are connected. Dont be fooled. I just opened up a different door in a different kind of way. Its just different, saying the same thing. I didnt think it was anything out of the ordinary. Well you know, I just thought I was doing something natural, but right from the start, my songs were divisive for some reason. They divided people. I never knew why. Some got angered, others loved them. Didnt know why my songs had detractors and supporters. A strange environment to have to throw your songs into, but I did it anyway. Last thing I thought of was who cared about what song I was writing. I was just writing them. I didnt think I was doing anything different. I thought I was just extending the line. Maybe a little bit unruly, but I was just elaborating on situations. Maybe hard to pin down, but so what? A lot of people are hard to pin down and you’ve just got to bear it. In a sense everything evened itself out. Leiber and Stoller didn’t think much of my songs. They didnt like em, but Doc Pomus did. That was all right that they didnt like em, because I never liked their songs either. Yakety yak, dont talk back. Charlie Brown is a clown, Baby Im a hog for you. Novelty songs, not serious. Docs songs, they were better. This Magic Moment. Lonely Avenue. “Save the Last Dance for Me.” Those songs broke my heart. I figured Id rather have his blessings any day than theirs. Ahmet Ertegun didnt think much of my songs, but Sam Phillips did. Ahmet founded Atlantic Records. He produced some great records: Ray Charles, Ruth Brown, LaVerne Baker, just to name a few. There were some great records in there, no doubt about it. But Sam Phillips, he recorded Elvis and Jerry Lee, Carl Perkins and Johnny Cash. Radical artists that shook the very essence of humanity. Revolutionaries with vision and foresight. Fearless and sensitive at the same time. Revolution in style and scope. Radical to the bone. Songs that cut you to the bone. Renegades in all degrees, doing songs that would never decay, and still resound to this day. Oh, yeah, Id rather have Sam Phillips blessing any day. Merle Haggard didnt think much of my songs, but Buck Owens did, and Buck even recorded some of my early songs. Now I admire Merle -- Mama Tried, Tonight The Bottle Let Me Down, Im a Lonesome Fugitive. I understand all that but I cant imagine Waylon Jennings singing The Bottle Let Me Down. I love Merle but he’s not Buck. Buck Owens wrote Together Again and that song trumps anything that ever came out of Bakersfield. Buck Owens and Merle Haggard? If you have to have somebodys blessing -- you figure it out. What I’m saying here is that my songs seem to divide people. Even people in the music community. People in the critical world too. Critics have always been on my tail since day one. Seems like they’ve always given me special treatment. Some of the music critics say I cant sing. I croak. Sound like a frog. Why dont these same critics say similar things about Tom Waits? They say my voice is shot. That I have no voice. Why dont they say those things about Leonard Cohen? Why do I get special treatment? Critics say I cant carry a tune and I talk my way through a song. Really? Ive never heard that said about Lou Reed. Why does he get to go scot-free? What have I done to deserve this special treatment? Why me lord? No vocal range? Whens the last time you’ve read that about Dr. John? You’ve never read that about Dr John. Why dont they say that about him? Slur my words, got no diction. You have to wonder if these critics have ever heard Charley Patton or Son House or Wolf. Talk about slurred words and no diction. Why don’t they say those same things about them. Why me, Lord? Critics say I mangle my melodies, render my songs unrecognizable. Oh, really? Let me tell you something. I was at a boxing match a few years ago seeing Floyd Mayweather fight a Puerto Rican guy. And the Puerto Rican national anthem, somebody sang it and it was beautiful. It was heartfelt and it was moving. After that it was time for our national anthem. And a very popular soul-singing sister was chosen to sing. She sang every note - - that exists, and some that dont exist. Talk about mangling a melody. You take a onesyllable word and make it last for 15 minutes? She was doing vocal gymnastics like she was a trapeze act. But to me it was not funny.Where were the critics? Mangling lyrics? Mangling a melody? Mangling a treasured song? No, I get the blame. But I dont really think I do that. I just think critics say I do. Sam Cooke said this when told he had a beautiful voice: He said, Well thats very kind of you, but voices ought not to be measured by how pretty they are. Instead they matter only if they convince you that they are telling the truth. Think about that the next time you are listening to a singer. Times always change. They really do. And you have to always be ready for something thats coming along and you never expected it. Way back when, I was in Nashville making some records and I read this article, a Tom T. Hall interview. Tom T. Hall, he was bitching about some kind of new song, and he couldnt understand what these new kinds of songs that were coming in were about. Now Tom, he was one of the most preeminent songwriters of the time in Nashville. A lot of people were recording his songs and he himself even did it. But he was all in a fuss about James Taylor, a song James had called Country Road. Tom was going off in this interview -- But James dont say nothing about a country road. Hes just says how you can feel it on the country road. I dont understand that. Now some might say Tom is a great songwriter. Im not going to doubt that. At the time he was doing this interview I was actually listening to a song of his on the radio. It was called I Love. I was listening to it in a recording studio, and he was talking about all the things he loves, an everyman kind of song, trying to connect with people. Trying to make you think that hes just like you and youre just like him. We all love the same things, and were all in this together. Tom loves little baby ducks, slow-moving trains and rain. He loves old pickup trucks and little country streams. Sleep without dreams. Bourbon in a glass. Coffee in a cup. Tomatoes on the vine, and onions. Now listen, Im not ever going to disparage another songwriter. Im not going to do that. Im not saying its a bad song. Im just saying it might be a little overcooked. But, you know, it was in the top 10 anyway. Tom and a few other writers had the whole Nashville scene sewed up in a box. If you wanted to record a song and get it in the top 10 you had to go to them, and Tom was one of the top guys. They were all very comfortable, doing their thing. This was about the time that Willie Nelson picked up and moved to Texas. About the same time. Hes still in Texas. Everything was very copacetic. Everything was all right until -- until -- Kristofferson came to town. Oh, they aint seen anybody like him. He came into town like a wildcat that he was, flew a helicopter into Johnny Cashsbackyard, not your typical songwriter. And he went for the throat. Sunday Morning Coming Down. Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didnt hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasnt bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet Found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. You can look at Nashville pre-Kris and post-Kris, because he changed everything. That one song blew ol’ Tom T. Halls world apart. He couldn’t see it coming. It might have sent him to the mad house. God forbid he ever heard any of my songs. You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked You say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what youre gonna say When you get home But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? If Sunday Morning Coming Down rattled Toms cage, sent him into the loony bin, my song surely would have made him blow his brains out, right there in the loony bin. Hopefully he didnt hear it.I just released an album of standards, all the songs usually done by Michael Buble, Harry Connick Jr., maybe Brian Wilsons done a couple, Linda Ronstadt done em. Rod of course, even Paul has done some of this kind of material. But the reviews of their records aren’t like mine. In their reviews no one says anything. In my reviews, theyve got to look under every stone and report about it. In the review they get, you seldom see any of the songwriters names. Unlike mine. Theyve got to mention all the songwriters names. Well thats OK with me. After all, theyre great songwriters and these are standards. Ive seen the reviews come in, and theyll mention all the songwriters in half the review, as if everybody knows them. Nobodys heard of them, not in this time, anyway. Buddy Kaye, Cy Coleman, Carolyn Leigh, to name a few. But, you know, Im glad they mention their names, and you know what? Im glad they got their names in the press. It might have taken some time to do it, but theyre finally there with importance and dignity. I can only wonder why it took so long. My only regret is that theyre not here to see it. Traditional rock n roll, were talking about that. Its all about rhythm. Johnny Cash said it best: Get rhythm. Get rhythm when you get the blues. Very few rock n roll bands today play with rhythm. They dont know what it is. Rock n roll is a combination of blues, and its a strange thing made up of two parts. A lot of people dont know this, but the blues, which is an American music, is not what you think it is. Its a combination of Arabic violins and Strauss waltzes working it out. But its true. The other half of rock n roll has got to be hillbilly. And thats a derogatory term, but it ought not to be. Thats a term that includes the Delmore Bros., Stanley Bros., Roscoe Holcomb, Git Tanner and the Skillet Lickers ... groups like that. Moonshine gone berserk. Fast cars on dirt roads. Thats the kind of combination that makes up rock n roll, and it cant be cooked up in a science laboratory or a studio. You have to have the right kind of rhythm to play this kind of music. If you cant hardly play the blues, and you don’t have the hillbilly feeling, you’re not really playing Rock n Roll. It might be something else but it’s not that. You can fake it, but you cant make it. Critics have said that I’ve made a career out of confounding expectations. Really? Because thats all I do? Thats how I think about it. Confounding expectations. Like I stay up late at night thinking about how to do it. What do you do for a living, man? Oh, I confound expectations. Youre going to get a job, the man says, What do you do? Oh, confound expectations.: And the man says, Well, we already have that spot filled. Call us back. Or dont call us, well call you. Confounding expectations. I don’t even know what that means or who has time for it.‘Why me, Lord? My work confounds them obviously, but I really dont know how I do it. The Blackwood Bros. have been talking to me about making a record together. That might confound expectations, but it shouldnt. Of course it would be a gospel album. I dont think it would be anything out of the ordinary for me. Not a bit. One of the songs Im thinking about singing is Stand By Me with the Blackwood Brothers. Not Stand By Me the pop song. No. The real Stand By Me. The real one goes like this: When the storm of life is raging / Stand by me / When the storm of life is raging / Stand by me / When the world is tossing me / Like a ship upon the sea / Thou who rulest wind and water / Stand by me In the midst of tribulation / Stand by me / In the midst of tribulation / Stand by me / When the hosts of hell assail / And my strength begins to fail / Thou whomever lost a battle / Stand by me In the midst of faults and failures / Stand by me / In the midst of faults and failures / Stand by me / When I do the best I can / And my friends dont understand/ Thou who knowest all about me / Stand by me Thats the song. I like it better than the pop song. If I record one by that name, thats going to be the one. Im also thinking of recording a song, not for that album, though – a song called Oh Lord, Please Dont Let Me Be Misunderstood. But I don’t know, it might be good on the gospel album too. Anyway, Im proud to be here tonight for MusiCares. Im honored to have all these artists singing my songs. Theres nothing like that. Great artists. Who all know how to sing the truth, and you can hear it in their voices. Im proud to be here tonight for MusiCares. I think a lot of this organization. Theyve helped many people. Many musicians who have contributed a lot to our culture. Id like to personally thank them for what they did for a friend of mine, Billy Lee Riley. A friend of mine who they helped for six years when he was down and couldnt work. Billy was a Sun rock n roll artist. He was a true original. He did it all; played, sang and wrote. He would have been a bigger star but Jerry Lee came along. And you know what happens when someone like that comes along. You kind of have to take a step back. You just dont stand a chance. So Billy became what is known in the industry -- a condescending term, by the way -- as a one-hit wonder. But sometimes, just sometimes, once in a while, a one hit wonder can make a more powerful impact than a recording star whos got 20 or 30 hits behind him. And Billys hit song was called Red Hot, and it was red hot. It could blast you out of your skull and make you feel happy about it. Change your life. He did it with power and style and grace. You wont find him in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Hes not there. Metallica is. Abba is. Mamas and the Papas -- I know theyre in there. Jefferson Airplane, Alice Cooper, Steely Dan -- Ive got nothing against Metal, Soft Rock, Hard Rock, Psychedelic Pop. I got nothing against any of that stuff. But after all, it is called the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Billy Lee Riley is not there. Yet. And it’s taking too long. Id see him a couple times a year and wed always spent time together and he was on a rockabilly festival nostalgia circuit, and wed cross paths now and again. Wed always spend time together. He was a hero of mine. Id heard Red Hot. I must have been only 15 or 16 when I did and its impressed me to this day. I never grow tired of listening to it. Never got tired of watching Billy Lee perform, either. We spent time together just talking and playing into the night. He was a deep, truthful man. He wasnt bitter or nostalgic. He just accepted it. He knew where he had come from and he was content with who he was. And then one day he got sick. And like my friend John Mellencamp would sing -- because John sang some truth today -- one day you get sick and you dont get better. Thats from a song of his called Life is Short Even on Its Longest Days. Its one of the better songs of the last few years, actually. I aint lying. And I aint lying when I tell you that MusiCares paid for my friends doctor bills, mortgage and gave him spending money. They were able to at least make his life comfortable, tolerable to the end. That is something that cant be repaid. Any organization that would do that would have to have my blessing. Im going to get out of here now. Im going to put an egg in my shoe and beat it. I probably left out a lot of people and said too much about some. But thats OK. Like the spiritual song, Im still just crossing over Jordan too. Lets hope we meet again. Sometime. And we will, if, like Hank Williams says, the good Lord willing and the creek dont rise.”

How many roads must a man walk down Before hes called a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before he sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon-balls fly Before theyre forever banned? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before its washed in the sea? How many years can some people exist Before theyre allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesnt see? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind How many times can a man look up Before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? And how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief Theres too much confusion I cant 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 weve 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 All along the watchtower All along the watchtower 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 All along the watchtower There must be some way out of here All along the watchtower Said the joker to the thief All along the watchtower Theres too much confusion All along the watchtower I cant get no relief All along the watchtower Too much confusion All along the watchtower

She got everything she needs Shes an artist, she dont look back She got everything she needs Shes an artist, she dont look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint daytime black You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees Then you will wind up peeking Through her keyhole down upon your knees Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her birthday comes Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her birthday comes For Halloween buy her a trumpet For Christmas get her a drum

You always said that Id be back again That Id come running to you in the end I thought that you were on your own And now I find youre not alone Ill see you through the rain Through the heartache and pain It hurts like never before Youre not alone anymore You always said that I would know someday Just how it feels when your love walks away I let you down, I let you go I lost you, how was I to know? Ill see you through the rain Through the heartache and pain It hurts like never before Youre not alone anymore I never knew I could feel this way I never could see past yesterday You feel that everything is gone I feel it, too, youre not alone Ill see you through the rain Through the heartache and pain It hurts like never before Youre not alone, youre not alone Youre not alone anymore, anymore, anymore

Emily: It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe It dont matter anyhow An it aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you dont know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and Ill be gone Youre the reason Im travelling on Dont think twice, its all right It aint no use in turning on your light, babe That light I never known An it aint no use in turning on your light, babe Im on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was something you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talking anyway So dont think twice, its all right James: It aint no use in calling out my name, gal Like you never did before It aint no use in calling out my name, gal I cant hear you any more Im thinking and wondering all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child Im told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But dont think twice, its all right Emily & James: Im walking down that long, lonesome road, babe Where Im bound, I cant tell But goodbyes too good a word, gal So Ill just say fare thee well I aint saying you treated me unkind You could have done better but I dont mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But dont think twice, its all right

Go way little boy Im not for you Go back to her Where youll be more secure She knows you better than I do Go way little boy Im not for you Go way little boy Youre making me sad I dont wanna to see you bleed Shes the one that you need Youll never miss what you aint never had Go way little boy Youre making me sad Go way little boy Its much too late Walk back out the door Dont wanna see you here no more Youre making it hard for me to concentrate Go way little boy Its much too late Cant you hear your mama callin Dont you recognize her voice I think youd better heed her warning While you still have the choice Go way little boy Youre much too late Your futures lookin bright Dont throw it away tonight Its getting hard for me to look you in the eye Go way little boy Cant you see that youre makin me cry

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You could almost think that youre seeing double On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece She promised shed be there with me When I paint my masterpiece Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum Dodging lions, and a-wasting time Oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see em Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola Oh to be back in the land of, Coca-cola Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside Newspaper men eating candy Had to be held down by big police Someday, its gonna be different When I paint my masterpiece

Well, if youre travelin in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if shes wearing a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin winds Oh, Im wonderin if she remembers me at all Many times Ive often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if youre travelin in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine