Crimson flames tied through my ears / Rollin’ high and mighty traps / Pounced with fire on flaming roads / Using ideas as my maps
Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Bob Dylan
I’ve seen love go by my door / It’s never been this close before / Never been so easy or so slow / Been shootin’ in the dark too long
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
Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love / I’m sailin’ away in the morning / Is there something I can send you / From across the sea
They sat together in the park / As the evening sky grew dark / She looked at him and he felt a spark / Tingle to his bones
Come you masters of war / You that build the big guns / You that build the death planes / You that build all the bombs
Pistol shots ring out in the ballroom night / Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall / She sees the bartender in a pool of blood / Cries out, My God, they’ve killed them all!
Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all dayIt’s too hot to sleep time is running awayFeel like my soul has turned into steelI’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t healThere’s not even room enough to be anywhereIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting thereWell my sense of humanity has gone down the drainBehind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of painShe wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kindShe put down in writing what was in her mindI just don’t see why I should even careIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting thereWell, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay PareeI’ve followed the river and I got to the seaI’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of liesI ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyesSometimes my burden seems more than I can bearIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting thereI was born here and I’ll die here against my willI know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing stillEvery nerve in my body is so vacant and numbI can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away fromDon’t even hear a murmur of a prayerIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.
I’ve just reached a place / Where the willow don’t bend. / There’s not much more to be said / It’s the top of the end.
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