SCARLET STREET
Kitty March: How can a man be so dumb… I’ve been waiting to laugh in your face ever since I met you. You’re old and ugly and I’m sick of you, sick, sick, sick!
SCARLET STREET
Kitty March: How can a man be so dumb… I’ve been waiting to laugh in your face ever since I met you. You’re old and ugly and I’m sick of you, sick, sick, sick!
In honor of Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest – Classic Dylan
I SHALL BE RELEASED – BOB DYLAN
They say ev’rything can be replaced
Yet ev’ry distance is not near
So I remember ev’ry face
Of ev’ry man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
They say ev’ry man needs protection
They say ev’ry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
In honor of Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest – Classic Dylan
BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER – BOB DYLAN
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
In honor of Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest – Classic Dylan
WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN – BOB DYLAN
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
’Fore the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in
In honor of Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest – Classic Dylan
SAD EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS – BOB DYLAN
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
In honor of Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest – Classic Dylan
DESOLATION ROW – BOB DYLAN
They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
In honor of Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest – Classic Dylan
POSITIVELY 4TH STREET – BOB DYLAN
Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with
You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it
When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it
No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them
And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem
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
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you
In honor of Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest – Classic Dylan
ONE TOO MANY MORNINGS – BOB DYLAN
From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes they start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
An’ I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I’m one too many mornings
An’ a thousand miles behind
DARK PASSAGE – HUMPHREY BOGART – LAUREN BACALL – DAVID GOODIS
Baker: I got the license number. I always had a good head for figures.
Vincent Parry: My only interest in your head is how easy it’ll crack open.
DARK PASSAGE – HUMPHREY BOGART – LAUREN BACALL – DAVID GOODIS
Irene Jansen: I thought I had a good life here… but your going away doesn’t make it seem good anymore. I’ve sort of joined your team and… and I don’t look forward to being without you.
Vincent Parry: When I leave here, you’re off my team, and lucky to be. Nah, I’ve got the Indian sign on me. It seems I can’t win.