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• Song Title:“What Can I Do For You“
• Album: <<Saved>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.20  1980
• Company:Columbia Records

You have given everything to me.
What can I do for You?
You have given me eyes to see.
What can I do for You?
Pulled me out of bondage and You made me renewed inside,
Filled up a hunger that had always been denied,
Opened up a door no man can shut and You opened it up so wide
And You’ve chosen me to be among the few.
What can I do for You?
You have laid down Your life for me.
What can I do for You?
You have explained every mystery.
What can I do for You?
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly,
He gets wise in his own eyes and he’s made to believe a lie.
Who would deliver him from the death he’s bound to die?
Well, You’ve done it all and there’s no more anyone can pretend to do.
What can I do for You?
You have given all there is to give.
What can I do for You?
You have given me life to live.
How can I live for You?
I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,
I don’t care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,
Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
Well, I don’t deserve it but I sure did make it through.
What can I do for You?

• Song Title:“Idiot Wind”
• Album: <<Hard Rain>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 9.10  1976
• Company:Columbia Records

Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can’t help it if I’m lucky.
People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me better than that
Sweet lady.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin’ south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You’re an idiot, babe.
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven’t known peace and quiet for so long I can’t remember what it’s like.
There’s a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin’ out of my boxcar door,
You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done, in the final end he won the war
After losin’ every battle.
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin’ ’bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin’ me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzin’ around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You’re an idiot, babe.
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to change my heart.
Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good, you’ll find out when you reach the top
You’re on the bottom.
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don’t look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You’re an idiot, babe.
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I can’t feel you anymore, I can’t even touch the books you’ve read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin’ I been somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin’ glory.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We’re idiots, babe.
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

• Song Title:“Lay Lady Lay”
• Album: <<Hard Rain>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 9.10  1976
• Company:Columbia Records

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
I’ll show them to you and you’ll 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 you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, 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 he’s standing in front of you
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below

When the future’s architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You’d better lie low

If you love me
Won’t you let me know?

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And the fog
Became God

Priests clutched onto bibles
And went out to fit their rifles
And the cross was held aloft

Bury me in honor
When I’m dead and hit the ground
A love back home unfolds

If you love me
Won’t you let me know?

I don’t want to be a soldier
With the captain of some sinking ship
With snow, far below

So if you love me
Why’d you let me go?

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

So if you love me
Won’t you let me know?

If you love me,
Won’t you let me know?

Taylor Swift is self-designing her new Nashville apartment in a way you might never imagine — unless you’re a 20-year-old with more money than you know what to do with. The country-pop star is having a moat-like pond built around her living room fireplace, and she says she’s considering adding a few exotic koi fish to the opulent centerpiece. While that kind of decor might not be so hard to imagine, the Disney-gone-surreal accoutrements are a little beyond what one might find in someone’s home — even when that home is a 4,062-square-foot penthouse.

Swift gushed to Rolling Stone this week about her renovation plans for the luxurious 18-story Adelicia apartment building. They’re imaginative, to say the least:

”You step on a stepping stone in the pond in order to get on a spiral staircase, which takes you up to the human-sized bird cage observatory,” Taylor told the magazine. “They’re delivering a human-sized birdcage, which I’ll put a brass telescope in. The ceiling of my living room is painted like the night sky.”

Swift can certainly afford whatever she can dream up, home-decor-wise. The singer and actress, who stars in next month’s chick flick “Valentine’s Day,” was ranked No. 69 on Forbes Magazine’s Celebrity 100 last year, having taken in an estimated $18 million in earnings. And this is an especially good week for Swift, whose fittingly named ”Valentine’s Day” soundtrack single, “Today was a Fairytale,” is selling like crazy on iTunes. If history holds, Swift’s sales will skyrocket yet again after this Sunday night’s Grammys broadcast, where she’ll be performing the song — and hoping to turn her eight Grammy nominations into trophies.

Guests entertained in Swift’s new apartment “fantasy world” might include singer-and-Twitterer John Mayer, who was spotted with Swift and friends at a Nashville restaurant earlier this week.

While Swift’s living room sounds like something that needs to be seen to be believed (and hopefully she’ll give a tour when it’s finished), between the water, the fireplace, the fish, the stepping stones, the staircase, and the birdcage, let’s just hope nobody gets hurt.

Until that fateful day when Swift takes us on a MTV Cribs-like video tour of her new digs, we can keep our peepers busy with the trailer for ”Valentine’s Day.” The movie arrives in theaters on February 12.

Photo credit: Tom Gatlin of Tom Gatlin Photography, Nashville, TN.