- Mp3 Title:“Another Side Of Bob Dylan “
- Album: <<Another Side Of Bob Dylan>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
I ain’t 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.
No, and I ain’t lookin to fight with you,
frighten you or uptighten 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 ain’t lookin’ to block you up,
shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you just advertise you.
All I really wanna do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I don’t want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
or disgrace you or displace you,
or define you or confine you
all I really wanna do
Is, baby, be friends with you
I don’t want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
or select you or disect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
all I really wanna to do
is, baby, be friends with you
I don’t wanna to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain’t lookin for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really wanna do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
- Mp3 Title:“Chimes Of Freedom”
- Album: <<Another Side Of Bob Dylan>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside a doorway, as thunder went crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the city’s melting furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning.
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, they abandoned an’ forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the light
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder.
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An’ the poet and the painter who lights up his rightful time
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations.
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flared
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting.
Tolling for the searching on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
- Mp3 Title:“Black Crow Blues”
- Album: <<Another Side Of Bob Dylan>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
I woke in the mornin’, wanderin’,
Weary and worn out.
I woke in the mornin’, wanderin’,
Weary and worn out.
Wishin’ my long-lost lover
Would walk to me, talk to me,
Tell me what it’s all about.
I was standin’ at the side road
Listenin’ to the billboard knock.
Standin’ at the side road
Listenin’ to the billboard knock.
Well, my wrist was empty
But my nerves were kickin’,
Tickin’ like a clock.
If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
You can come to me sometime,
Night time, day time,
Any time you want.
Sometimes I’m thinkin’
I’m too high to fall.
Sometimes I’m thinkin’
I’m much too high to fall.
Other times I’m thinkin’ I’m
So low I don’t know
If I can come up at all.
Black crows in the meadow
Sleepin’ across the broad highway.
Black crows in the meadow
Across the broad highway.
Though it’s funny, honey,
I’m out of touch, don’t feel much like a
Scarecrow today.
- Mp3 Title:“Spanish Harlem Incident”
- Album: <<Another Side Of Bob Dylan>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature is too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burning up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
To reach of your rattling drums
Let me know babe, all about my fortune
Down along my restless palms
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an’ slashing
An’ your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come an’ make my
Pale face fit into place, oh, please
Let me know, babe, I’m nearly drowning
If it’s you my lifelines trace
I been wondering all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I’m riding
I know I’m ’round you but I don’t know where
You have slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know, babe, ah will you surround me
So I can know if I am really real
- Mp3 Title:“I Shall Be Free No 10″
- Album: <<Another Side Of Bob Dylan>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
Now I’m just average, common too
I’m just like him, the same as you
I’m everybody’s brother and son
I ain’t different than anyone
Ain’t no use to talk to me
It’s just the same as talking to you.
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay you better run
99, 100 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen.
Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told
The streets of heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee! Pretty scary!
Now I’m liberal, but to a degree
I want ev’rybody to be free
But if you think that I’ll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I’m crazy!
I wouldn’t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He’s a weird monkey, very funky.
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat falling in my face
But they wouldn’t let me on the tennis court.
I gotta woman, she’s so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I’m nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She’s funny, wants my money, calls me honey.
Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of stranglin’ me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I’ve got a million friends!
Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister’s home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin’
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee! I’m a poet, I know it
Hope I don’t blow it.
I’m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I’m gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carrin’ the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.
Well you’re probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What’s probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for
It’s nothin’
It’s something I learned over in England
- Mp3 Title:“To Ramona”
- Album: << Another Side Of Bob Dylan >>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
Ramona, come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
For the flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes
And there’s no use in trying
To deal with the dying
Though I cannot explain that in lines
Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements
Still captures the minutes I’m in
But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin’ to be a part of
A world that just don’t exist
It’s all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin’ like this
I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between staying and returning
Back to the South
You’ve been fooled into thinking
That the finishing end is at hand
Yet there’s no one to beat you
No one to defeat you
‘Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad
I’ve heard you say many times
That you’re 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
That hype you and type you
Making you feel
That you gotta be just like them
I’d forever talk to you
But soon my words
Would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there’s no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I’ll come and be crying to you
- Mp3 Title:“My Back Pages”
- Album: <<Another Side Of Bob Dylan>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m 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 facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Girl’s faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Yes, 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,
I’m younger than that now.
- Mp3 Title:“Another Side Of Bob Dylan”
- Album: << Highway 61 Revisited >>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
I can’t understand,
She let go of my hand
An’ left me here facing the wall.
I’d sure like t’ know
Why she did go,
But I can’t get close t’ her at all.
Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime,
She said she would never forget.
But now mornin’s clear,
It’s like I ain’t here,
She just acts like we never have met.
It’s all new t’ me,
Like some mystery,
It could even be like a myth.
Yet it’s hard t’ think on,
That she’s the same one
That last night I was with.
From darkness, dreams’re deserted,
Am I still dreamin’ yet?
I wish she’d unlock
Her voice once an’ talk,
‘Stead of acting like we never have met.
If she ain’t feelin’ well,
Then why don’t she tell
‘Stead of turnin’ her back t’ my face?
Without any doubt,
She seems too far out
For me t’ return t’ her chase.
Though the night ran swirling an’ whirling,
I remember her whispering yet.
But evidently she don’t
An’ evidently she won’t,
She just acts like we never have met.
If I didn’t have t’ guess,
I’d gladly confess
T’ anything I might’ve tried.
If I was with ‘er too long
Or have done something wrong,
I wish she’d tell me what it is, I’ll run an’ hide.
Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played,
Her mouth was watery and wet.
But now something has changed
For she ain’t the same,
She just acts like we never have met.
I’m leavin’ today,
I’ll be on my way
Of this I can’t say very much.
But if you want me to,
I can be just like you
An’ pretend that we never have touched.
An’ if anybody asks me, “Is it easy to forget?”
I’ll say, “It’s easily done,
You just pick anyone,
An’ pretend that you never have met!”
- Mp3 Title:“It Ain’t Me Babe”
- Album: <<Another Side Of Bob Dylan>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Company:Columbia Records
Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I’m not the one you want babe
I’m not the one you need
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
who’s 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 ain’t me, babe
no, no, no it ain’t me, babe
it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe
Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I’m not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
who’ll promise never to part
someone to close his eyes for you
someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and more
But it ain’t me, babe
no, no, no it ain’t me, babe
it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe
Go melt back in the night
Everything inside is made of stone
there’s nothing in here moving
And anyway, I’m not alone
you say you’re lookin’ for someone
who’ll 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 ain’t me babe
no, no no it aint me babe
it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for babe
