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Tangled Up In Blue
06:21
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WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’
I was layin’ in bed
Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
And I was standin’ on the side of the road
Rain fallin’ on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin’ away
I heard her say over my shoulder
“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working [in some hotel]
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
[lucky not to be destroyed]
Workin’ for a while on a fishin’ boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was workin’ in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I’s just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, “Don’t I know your name?”
I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
“I thought you’d never say hello,” she said
“You look like the silent type”
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an [American] poet
From the [twentieth] century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafés at night
And revolution in the air
[She thought they were successful
He said they were blessed
With objects, all material things
I never was impressed]
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
So now I’m goin’ back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They’re an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters’ wives
Don’t know how it all got started
I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives
But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue
Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music
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2. |
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
02:51
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I Don't Wanna Grow Up
WRITTEN BY: TOM WAITS
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things
that they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb
On Grand Street
When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up
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Brass Knuckle Marvin
03:24
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Brass Knuckle Marvin
WRITTEN BY: BOOTLEG SLIM
Brass Knuckle Marvin knocked out
his greatest hits that summer
when the air was violent
at the Gritseller's Tavern after hours
our glasses jumpin'
by the rhythm in our shoes
Marvin swingin' them
old familiar tunes
everyone was somebody's
bad old friend from school
but hangin' cold in my chest
my heart was so blue.
Marvin gave me a preparation
never mentioned what it was for
he lured me out my Hangman's Pier
to the organ grinder's stall
where laughin' murderers
and crazed virgins
passed out wolf tickets
and prescription bracelets
and I admit that I was low
and may have bought a few
while hangin' cold in my chest
my heart was so blue
Often times I wonder
how we said we'd be so good together
I guess we'll never know
but isn't it pretty to think so
In the electric night-time
I walk crooked in my old shoes
writing gaslight poems
in time broken by the news
of Brass Knuckle Marvin's
lethal dose
they buried him handsome
the juke joint was closed
and isn't it a virtue to remember
Marvin bein' good and true
while hangin' cold in my chest
my heart was so blue
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Mr. Siegal
04:14
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Mr. Siegal
WRITTEN BY: TOM WAITS
I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse baby
cross the street from a Catholic church
and I wiped off my revolver
and I buttoned up my burgundy shirt
I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on
told the sun he better go back down
and if I can find a book of matches
I'm goin to burn this hotel down
you got to tell me brave captain
why are the wicked so strong
how do the angels get to sleep
when the devil leaves his porch light on
well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots
I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street
and the drummer said theres sanctuary
over at the bagdad room
oh and now thats one for the money two for the show
three to get ready and go man go
I said tell me mister Siegel
how do I get out of here
Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat
drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets
he said man you ought to see her when her parents are gone
man you ought to hear her when the sirens on
I said tell me brave captain
why are the wicked so strong
how do the angels get to sleep
when the devil leaves the porch light on
don't you know that ain't no broken bottle that I picked up in my headlights
on the other side of the Nevada line
where they live hard die young
and have a good lookin corpse every time
well you know the pit boss said: I should keep movin
this is where you go when you die
so I shot a black beauty
and I kissed her right between the eyes
oh well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat
drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets
he said when the bitch is wound up and her parents are gone
man you ought to hear her with the siren on
I said tell me brave captain
why are the wicked so strong
how do the angels get to sleep
when the devil leaves his porch light on
I spent all my money now in a Mexican whorehouse
cross the street from a Catholic church
and then I wiped off my revolver
and I buttoned up my burgundy shirt
I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on
I told the sun he'd better go back down
and if I can find a book of matches
I'm goin to burn this hotel down
well it's one for the money two for the show
I said three to get ready and go man go
I said tell me mister Siegel
how do I get out of here
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