Talkin' Bob Dylan (lyric, bootlegs, blues, country, favorite songs)

ProggyMan · 12-30-2008, 06:08 PM

'And if my thought dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine, but it's alright ma, it's life and life only'. That's why.

Alfred · 12-31-2008, 07:35 PM

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Originally Posted by ProggyMan

'And if my thought dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine, but it's alright ma, it's life and life only'. That's why.

That's my favorite Dylan song. I love the way he performed it live.

ProggyMan · 01-01-2009, 02:16 AM

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Originally Posted by Alfred

That's my favorite Dylan song. I love the way he performed it live.

My favorite:
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no succes at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match sticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows rainy
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

sweet_nothing · 01-05-2009, 03:07 PM

WaspStar · 01-08-2009, 05:59 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ProggyMan

My favorite:
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no succes at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match sticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows rainy
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

Good call. The version on Live 75/Bootleg Series Vol. 5 is especially wonderful.

12-30-2008, 06:08 PM	#1 (permalink)
ProggyMan Reformed Jackass Join Date: Sep 2007 Posts: 3,964	'And if my thought dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine, but it's alright ma, it's life and life only'. That's why.