- Song Title:“Too Much Of Nothing”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One man’s temper might rise
While another man’s temper might freeze.
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul.
Oh, when there’s too much of nothing,
No one has control.
Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king.
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldn’t know a thing.
Now, it’s all been done before,
It’s all been written in the book,
But when there’s too much of nothing,
Nobody should look.
Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar,
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire.
Ev’rybody’s doin’ somethin’,
I heard it in a dream,
But when there’s too much of nothing,
It just makes a fella mean.
Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
- Song Title:“Tiny Montgomery”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Well you can tell ev’rybody
Down in ol’ Frisco
Tell ‘em
Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now ev’ry boy and girl’s
Gonna get their bang
‘Cause Tiny Montgomery’s
Gonna shake that thing
Tell ev’rybody
Down in ol’ Frisco
That Tiny Montgomery’s comin’
Down to say hello
Skinny Moo and
Half-track Frank
They’re gonna both be gettin’
Outa the tank
One bird book
And a buzzard and a crow
Tell ‘em all
That Tiny’s gonna say hello
Scratch your dad
Do that bird
Suck that pig
And bring it on home
Pick that drip
And bake that dough
Tell ‘em all
That Tiny says hello
Now he’s king of the drunks
An’ he squeezes, too
Watch out, Lester
Take it, Lou
Join the monks
The CIO
Tell ‘em all
That Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now grease that pig
And sing praise
Go on out
And gas that dog
Trick on in
Honk that stink
Take it on down
And watch it grow
Play it low
And pick it up
Take it on in
In a plucking cup
Three-legged man
And a hot-lipped hoe
Tell ‘em all
Montgomery says hello
Well you can tell ev’rybody
Down in ol’ Frisco
Tell ‘em all
Montgomery says hello
- Song Title:“Tears Of Rage”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day,
And now you’d throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter ‘neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, No?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so alone
And life is brief.
We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most ev’rybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so low
And life is brief.
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so low
And life is brief.
- Song Title:“Ruben Remus”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Wrote a letter this mornin’,
Put it in your hat,
‘Cause no one to read it
And I know you knew that.
I bought a joke, a trick or two,
Just to bring and show you,
Caught ya with the trickster too.
Sometimes I wonder how ya knew
A hypnotist, fancytalker,
Ruben Remus ain’t no doctor
I knew the man and tried to remember
Just where it was that I’d seen his face.
Long ago, in a movie show,
He was like that man singin’ bass.
Knew him by his nurs’ry rhyme:
The Story Of The Rabbit Man.
Fell right in and said to him:
I’d like to help you if I can.
I know the film would only shock ya,
Ruben Remus ain’t no doctor!
He only needed what you had,
Asked for nothing more,
Said he’d like to take you on,
But it’s been done before.
You couldn’t see he’s a travelin’ man
And he cannot take your hand.
It’s very hard to understand
Why his songs were never banned.
Guess the man would never knock ya,
Ruben Remus ain’t no doctor!
No one seen ya since he’s been gone,
It’s been a day, maybe more.
I took a walk in your yard
And knocked on your back door.
Why don’t you let me in?
I’m not the man who did ya in.
Is mr. Remus still your friend?
You say you don’t remember him.
Turn me down, would ya?
Well, I’ve got news for you.
Turn me down would ya,
Can’t ya tell
I’m gonna change your mind before I’m… t
- Song Title:“Please Mrs Henry”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Well, I’ve already had two beers
I’m ready for the broom
Please, Missus Henry, won’t you
Take me to my room?
I’m a good ol’ boy
But I’ve been sniffin’ too many eggs
Talkin’ to too many people
Drinkin’ too many kegs
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!
I’m down on my knees
An’ I ain’t got a dime
Well, I’m groanin’ in a hallway
Pretty soon I’ll be mad
Please, Missus Henry, won’t you
Take me to your dad?
I can drink like a fish
I can crawl like a snake
I can bite like a turkey
I can slam like a drake
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!
I’m down on my knees
An’ I ain’t got a dime
Now, don’t crowd me, lady
Or I’ll fill up your shoe
I’m a sweet bourbon daddy
An’ tonight I am blue
I’m a thousand years old
And I’m a generous bomb
I’m T-boned and punctured
But I’m known to be calm
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!
I’m down on my knees
An’ I ain’t got a dime
Now, I’m startin’ to drain
My stool’s gonna squeak
If I walk too much farther
My crane’s gonna leak
Look, Missus Henry
There’s only so much I can do
Why don’t you look my way
An’ pump me a few?
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Hen
- Song Title:“Orange Juice Blues”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
I had a hard time waking this morning
I got a lotta things on my mind
Like those friends of yours
They keep bringing me down
Just hangin’ round all the time
I’ve had a hard time waking most mornings
And it’s been that way for a month or more
You’ve had things your way
But now I’ve got to say
I’m on my way out the door
Chorus:
Why don’t you get right, try to get right, baby
You haven’t been right with me, why don’t you get right?
Try and get right, baby, don’t you remember how it used to be?
You had a hard time waking this morning
And I can see it in your empty eyes
But there’s no need for talking
Or walking round the block
Just to figure out the reason why
I have a hard time handing out warnings
I’ll just slide on out the door
Cuz I’m tired of everything
Being beautiful, beautiful
And I ain’t coming back no more
- Song Title:“Open The Door Homer”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Now, there’s a certain thing
That I learned from Jim
That he’d always make sure I’d understand
And that is that there’s a certain way
That a man must swim
If he expects to live off
Of the fat of the land.
Open the door, Homer,
I’ve heard it said before.
Open the door, Homer,
I’ve heard it said before
But I ain’t gonna hear it said no more.
Now, there’s a certain thing
That I learned from my friend, Mouse
A fella who always blushes
And that is that ev’ryone
Must always flush out his house
If he don’t expect to be
Goin’ ’round housing flushes.
Open the door, Homer,
I’ve heard it said before.
Open the door, Homer,
I’ve heard it said before
But I ain’t gonna hear it said no more.
Take care of all your memories
Said my friend, Mick
For you cannot relive them
And remember when you’re out there
Tryin’ to heal the sick
That you must always
First forgive them.
Open the door, Homer,
I’ve heard it said before.
Open the door, Homer,
I’ve heard it said before
But I ain’t gonna hear it said no more.
- Song Title:“Odds And Ends”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
I plan it all and I take my place
You break your promise all over the place
You promised to love me, but what do I see
Just you comin’ and spillin’ juice over me
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
Now, you take your file and you bend my head
I never can remember anything that you said
You promised to love me, but what do I know
You’re always spillin’ juice on me like you got someplace to go
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
Now, I’ve had enough, my box is clean
You know what I’m sayin’ and you know what I mean
From now on you’d best get on someone else
While you’re doin’ it, keep that juice to yourself
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again
- Song Title:“Nothing Was Delivered”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you,
Not out of spite or anger
But simply because it’s true.
Now, I hope you won’t object to this,
Giving back all of what you owe,
The fewer words you have to waste on this,
The sooner you can go.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
Nothing was delivered
But I can’t say I sympathize
With what your fate is going to be,
Yes, for telling all those lies.
Now you must provide some answers
For what you sell has not been received,
And the sooner you come up with them,
The sooner you can leave.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.
(Now you know)
Nothing was delivered
And it’s up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made ev’rybody pay.
No, nothing was delivered,
Yes, ‘n’ someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then that’s how long that you’ll remain.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.
- Song Title:“Million Dollar Bash”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Well, that big dumb blonde
With her wheel in the gorge
And Turtle, that friend of theirs
With his checks all forged
And his cheeks in a chunk
With his cheese in the cash
They’re all gonna be there
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It’s that million dollar bash
Ev’rybody from right now
To over there and back
The louder they come
The harder they crack
Come now, sweet cream
Don’t forget to flash
We’re all gonna meet
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It’s that million dollar bash
Well, I took my counselor
Out to the barn
Silly Nelly was there
She told him a yarn
Then along came Jones
Emptied the trash
Ev’rybody went down
To that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It’s that million dollar bash
Well, I’m hittin’ it too hard
My stones won’t take
I get up in the mornin’
But it’s too early to wake
First it’s hello, goodbye
Then push and then crash
But we’re all gonna make it
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It’s that million dollar bash
Well, I looked at my watch
I looked at my wrist
Punched myself in the face
With my fist
I took my potatoes
Down to be mashed
Then I made it over
To that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It’s that millio
