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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

 

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

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. 
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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. 

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