Автор неизвестен. Bob Dylan

and when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

up to some paradise

where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

and ride a horse along a trail

but then they took him to the jail house

where they try to make a man into a mouse



All of Rubin's card were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance

the judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger

no one doubted that he pulled the trigger

and though they could not produce the gun

the D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed



Rubin Carter was falsely tried

the crime was murder "one", guess who testified?

Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied

and the newspapers all went along for the ride

how can the life of such a man

be in the palm of some fool's hand?

to see him obviously framed

couldn't help but be ashamed to live in a land

where justice is a game



Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties

are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

while Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell

and innocent man in a living hell

that's the story of the Hurricane

but it won't be over till they clear him name

and give him back the time he's done

put in a prison cell but one time he could've been

the champion of the world 

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I and I

-Bob Dylan.





Am C G

Been so long since a strange woman slept in my bed,



D

See how sweet she sleeps,



Am C,G

How free must be her dreams.



Am C G

In another lifetime she must of owned the world,



G

Or been faithfully wed,



D

To some righteous king who wrote love songs,



Am C,G

Beside moonlit streams,



Am G D Am C G

I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives,



Am G D Am

I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives.





Took an untrodden path once where the swift don't win the race,

It goes to the worthy,

Who can can divine the word of truth.

It took a stranger to see teach me,

To look into justices' beautiful face.

And to see an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.



I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives,

I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives.



Think I'll go out,

An' go for a walk.

Not much happening here,

But then again nothin' ever does.

Besides if she wakes up now,

She'll just want me to talk,

An I got nothing to say,

Specially about what ever it was.



I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives,

I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives.





Be seeing you,

Kelwyn.

_________



He said that's alright babe,

I love you too.

But we were Tangled Up In Blue.

- Bob Dylan

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I Shall Be Released

By Bob Dylan



A Bm

They say everything can be replaced



C#m Bm A E7

Yet every distance is not near



A Bm

So I remember every face



C#m Bm A E7

Of every man who put me here.



A Bm

I see my light come shining



C#m Bm A

From the west unto the east.



A

Any day now,



Bm

Any day now,



C#m Bm A

I shall be released



They say every man needs protection.

They every man must fall.

Yet I swear I see my reflection,

Somewhere so high above the wall.

I see my light come shining,

>From the west unto the east.

Any day now,

Any day now,

I shall be released.



Well onder stands a man in this lonely crowd,

A man who swears he not to blame.

All day long I hear him cry shouting loud,

Calling out that he's been framed.

I see my light come shining,

>From the west unto the east.

Any day now,

Any day now,

I shall be released.





Be seeing you,

Kelwyn.

_________



He said that's alright babe,

I love you too.

But we were Tangled Up In Blue.

- Bob Dylan







From: [e-mail] (Jeffrey Goffin)



I SHALL BE RELEASED by Bob Dylan



C Dm

They say every man needs protection

Em Dm C

They say every distance is not near

C Dm

But I remember every face

Em Dm C

Of every man who put me here



C Dm

I see my light come shinin'

Em Dm C

From the west down to the east

C Dm

Any day now, any day now

Em Dm C

I shall be released



They say every man can be replaced

They say every man must fall

But I swear I see my reflection

Some place so high above the wall



Standing next to me in this lonely room

Is a man who swears he's not to blame

All day long I hear him shout so loud

Callin' out that he's been framed



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I Want You

Dylan



F

The guilty undertaker sighs,

Am

The lonesome organ grinder cries,

Dm C

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.

Bb

The cracked bells and washed-out horns

C

Blow into my face with scorn,

Dm

But it's not that way,

C

I wasn't born to lose you.

F Am

I want you, I want you,

Dm C

I want you so bad,

F

Honey, I want you.



F

The drunken politician leaps

Am

Upon the street where mothers weep

Dm

And the saviors who are fast asleep,

C

They wait for you.

Bb

And I wait for them to interrupt

C

Me drinkin' from that broken cup

Dm

And ask me to

C

Open up the gate for you.

F Am

I want you, I want you,

Dm C

I want you so bad,

F

Honey, I want you.



Am

Now all my fathers, they've gone down,

Dm

True love they've been without it.

Am

But all their daughters put me down

Bb C

'Cause I don't think about it.



F

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades

Am

And talk with my chambermaid.

Dm

She knows that I'm not afraid

C

To look at her

Bb

She is good to me

C

And there's nothing she doesn't see.

Dm

She knows where I'd like to be

C

But it doesn't matter.

F Am

I want you, I want you,

Dm C

I want you so bad

F

Honey, I want you.



F

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,

Am

He spoke to me, I took his flute.

Dm

No, I wasn't very cute to him,

C

Was I?

Bb

But I did it, though, because he lied

C

Because he took you for a ride

Dm

And because tine was on his side

C

And because I...

F Am

I want you, I want you,

Dm C

I want you so bad

F

Honey, I want you.





John Fair jfair @vt.edu Roofing

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From: Harlan L Thompson <[e-mail]>



I'D HAVE YOU ANYTIME- George Harrison and Bob Dylan



Gmaj7 Bmaj7

Let me in here, I know I've been here

Cm7 G Am Em D

Let me into your heart

Gmaj7 Bmaj7

Let me know you, let me show you

Cm7 G Am Em D

Let me roll it to you



CHORUS:

A E D

All I have is yours

C G F A

All you see is mine

D D/C

And I'm glad to hold you in my arms

D/B D/Bb A Asus4 A

I'd have you anytime



Let me say it, let me play it

Let me lay it on you

Let me know you, let me show you

Let me grow upon you ...CHORUS



Let me in here, I know I've been here

Let me into your heart

Let me know you, let me show you

Let me roll it to you ...CHORUS





Gmaj7: x x 5 4 3 2 Bmaj7: x x 8 7 6 5

Cm7: x 3 5 3 5 3 Asus4: x 0 2 2 3 0

D/C: x 3 0 2 3 2 D/B: x 2 0 0 3 2 D/Bb: x 1 0 0 3 2







(from All Things Must Pass, 1970. P.S. does anyone know the chords to

the song Apple Scruffs from this album?)

(sent by Harlan at [e-mail])

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IDIOT WIND- Bob Dylan



Am B E

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press

Am B E

Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess

C#m G#m F#m E

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy

C#m G#m F#m E

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me

G#m A

I can't help it if I'm lucky



People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act

Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts

Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at

I couldn't believe after all these years

You didn't know me better than that, sweet lady



CHORUS #1:

E A E

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth

A B

Blowing down the backroads headin' south

E A E

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth

A B E

You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe



I ran into the fortune teller, who said beware of lightning that might

strike

I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's

like There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door

You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done

In the final end he won the war after losin' every battle



I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are

Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see

stars You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with

lies

One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes

Blood on your saddle



CHORUS #2:

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb

Blowing through the curtains in your room

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth

You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe



It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my

heart

Now everything's a little upside down

As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped

What's good is bad, what's bad is good

You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom



I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind

I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed

Your eyes don't look into mine

The priest wore black on the seventh day

And sat stone faced while the building burned

I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees

While the springtime turned slowly into autumn



CHORUS #3:

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull

>From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth

You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe



I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read

Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else

instead Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy

I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory

And all your ragin' glory



I been double crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free

I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline

Which separated you from me

You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above

And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love

And it makes me feel so sorry



CHORUS #4:

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats

Blowing through the letters that we wrote

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves

We're idiots, babe, it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves





(from Blood On the Tracks, 1974)

(sent by Harlan at [e-mail])

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Date: Sat, 30 Sep 1995 00:30:45 -0400



SONG: "If Not For You"

COMPOSER: Bob Dylan

FROM: "All Things Must Pass" Apple LP (1970)

ARTIST: George Harrison





"If Not For You" - Bob Dylan 1970





*Intro: G-D-C, G-D-C...



*verse*

If Not For (G) You (D)(C) Babe, I couldn't even find (G) the door (D)(C)



I couldn't even (G) see the floor (D)(C) I'd be sad and (Am) blue



If Not For You (G)(D)(C) (G)(D)(C)



*verse*

If Not For (G) You (D)(C) Babe the night would see me (G) wide awake (D)(C)



The day would surely (G) have to break (D)(C) It would not be (Am) new



If Not For You (G)(D)(C) (G)(D)(C)



*bridge*

If Not For You my sky (G) would fall,



(D7) rain would gather too. (G)



(C) without your love I'd be no-(G)-where at all, I'd be lost



(A7) If Not For You (D7//)(Bm)*-picked from high to low-*



*verse*

(D7) If Not For (G) You (D)(C) The winter would hold (G) no spring (D)(C)



Couldn't hear a (G) robin sing (D)(C) I just wouldn't have a (Am) clue



If Not For (G) You (D)(C)





[repeat bridge and last verse; end with repeat of G-D-C chords]





Submitted by Bob McCarthy ([e-mail])

Corrections welcomed (and fully expected)

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From: Harlan L Thompson <[e-mail]>



IF YOU SEE HER, SAY HELLO- Bob Dylan



TUNING: D A D F# A D



A G A G D(2) DaddG D(2) A G A G A G A G D(2)



D(2) G D(2) A D(3)

If you see her say hello, she might be in Tangiers

G D(2) Em Em/D A

She left here last early spring, is living there I hear

Bm G D G

Say for me that I'm alright, though things get kind of slow

Bm A

She might think that I've forgotten her

G D(2) DaddG D(2) riff D(3)

Don't tell her it isn't so



We had a falling out, like lovers often will

And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill

And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart

She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart



If you get close to her, kiss her once for me

I always have respected her, for doin' what she did and gettin free

Whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way

Though the bitter taste still lingers on

>From the night I tried to make her stay



I see a lot of people, as I make the rounds

And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town

And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off

Maybe I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft



Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past

I know every scene by heart, it all went by so fast

If she's goin' by this way, I'm not that hard to find

Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time



A G A G A G D(2) Dsus4 D(2) A G A G A G D(3)





CHORDS:

D G A D(2) DaddG D(3) Em Em/D Bm RIFF:

D -0--5--7---4-----5----4-----2---2----0---------(4)--

A -0--5--7---0-----0----0-----2---2----2---------(0)--

D -0--5--7---3-----3----3-----1---1----0---------(3)--

F# -0--5--7---0-----0----0-----2---0----0---------(0)--

A -0--5--7---0-----0----5-----x---x----2----0-2-4-5---

D -0--5--7---0-----0----0-----x---x----0---------(0)--





NOTE: This is taken more from the Bootleg Series version, since that

guitar part is easier to hear, but the chords (i.e. intro and outro)

follow the Blood on the Tracks version. D, D(2) and D(3) are pretty much

interchangable; its pretty impossible to tell which fingering is being

used at any one given time. By the way, Up to Me and You're Gonna Make

Me Lonesome When You Go also sound like they're in open D or open E.







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Subject: CRD If you see her Dylan[D[D[D[D[D[D-

Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1993 04:39:29 GMT



If you see her - Bob Dylan

[e-mail]



The intro is played at the 9th and 7th frets

AGAGAGetc until

D

The little run is just a scale in D

using the open string D, formed with fingers 132, play first the open A,

then on the same string, use finger 1 to play the B, then the little

finger to play the C# then play the D as part of the chord.

D-----0-------

A-024---------

The D/C and D/B (that's probably not their correct name....)



E-0--0-------------

B-3--3------------

G-0--0-----------

D-2--0-----------

A-3--2------------

E-x--x-----------



Any correction, suggestions welcome !



D G D A D

If you see her say hello, she might be in Tangiers

G D D/C D/B A

She left here last early spring, is living there I hear

Bm G D G

Say for me that I'm alright, tho things get kind of slow

Bm A

She might think that I've forgotten her,

G D

Don't tell her it isn't so





We had a falling out, like lovers often will

And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill

And tho' our separation, it pierced me to the heart

She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart



If you get close to her, kiss her once for me

I always have respected her, for doin' what she did and gettin free

Whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way

Tho' the bitter taste still lingers on

>From the night I tried to make her stay



I see a lot of people, as I make the rounds

And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town

And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off

Maybe I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin soft



Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past

I know every scene by heart, it all went by so fast

If she's goin' by this way, I'm not that hard to find

Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time



--

\ Peter Weekes [e-mail]

/ Box 7163 Wellington South

/ New Zealand

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I'LL BE YOUR BABY TONIGHT- Bob Dylan



F

Close your eyes, close the door

G G7

You don't have to worry any more

Bb C F C

I'll be your baby tonight



Shut the light, shut the shade

You don't have to be afraid

I'll be your baby tonight



BRIDGE:

Bb

Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away

F

We're gonna forget it

G

That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon

C

But we're gonna let it, you won't regret it



Kick your shoes off, do not fear

Bring that bottle over here

I'll be your baby tonight





(from John Wesley Harding, 1968)

(sent by Harlan at [e-mail])

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Subject: CRD: Isis - Bob Dylan

From [e-mail] (Kelwyn Osborn)

Date: Thu, 1 Apr 1993 07:02:28 GMT

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Isis, words by Bob Dylan & Jacques Levy

music by Bob Dylan



Bb Ab Eb Bb

I married Isis on the fifth day of May



Ab Eb Bb

But I could not hold on to her very long



Ab Eb Bb

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away



Ab Eb Bb

For the wild unkown country where I could not go wrong



I came to a high place of darkness and light

The dividing line ran through the centre of town

So I hitched up my pony to a post on the right

Went into a laundry to wash my clothes down



A man in the corner approached me for a match

I knew right away he was not ordinary

He said "Are you lookin' for something easy to catch?"

I said "I ain't got no money",He said "That ain't necessary".



We set out that night for the cold in the North.

I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word

I said, "Where are we goin'?" He said we'd be back by the fourth.

I said "That's the best news I ever heard."



I was thinking about turquiose I was thinking about gold.

I was thhinking about diamonds and the worlds biggest necklace.

As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold,

I was thinking about Isis, how sh thought I was so reckless.



How she told me that one day we'd meet up again,

And thing would be different the next time we wed.

If I only hang on and just be her friend.

I still can't remember all the best things she said.



We came to the pyramids all embedde in ice.

He said "There's a body I'm trying to find,

If I carry it out it'll fetch a good price."

Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.



The wind it was howling and the snow was outrageous.

We chopped throught he night and we chopped throught he dawn.

When he died I was hopong that it wasn't contagious,

But I made up my mind that I had to go on.



I broke into the tomb but the casket was empty

There were no jewels no nothing, I felt I'd been had.

When I saw that my partner was just being friendly,

When I took up his offer I must-a been mad



I picked up his body and I dragged it inside,

Threw down into the hole and I put back the cover.

I said a quick prayer and I felt satified

Then I rode back to Isis just to tell her I love her.



She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.

Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed.

I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.

I cursed one time then rode on ahead.



She said "Where ya been?" I said "No place special."

She said "You look different." I said "Well I guess."

She said "You been gone." I said "That's only natural."

She said "You gonna stay." I said "Well if you want me to yes."



Isis oh Isis you're a mystical child

What drives me to you is what drives me insane

I still can remember the way that you smiled

On the fifth day of May in the drizziling rain.

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IT AIN'T ME BABE by Bob Dylan



G C G D G

Go 'way from my window leave at your own chosen speed

G C G D G

I'm not the one you want, Babe, I'm not the one you need.

Bm Am Bm Am

You say you're looking for someone never weak but always strong

Bm Am Bm Am

To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong

C D

Someone to open each and every door

G

But it ain't me, Babe,

C D G

No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe,

C D G

It ain't me you're looking 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 looking for someone

who will 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 looking for, Babe.



Go melt back in the night, Babe,

everything inside is made of stone,

There's nothing in here moving and anyway I'm not alone

You say you're looking for someone

Who'll pick you up each time you fall,

To gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call

A love of your life and nothing more

But it ain't me, Babe,

No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe,

It ain't me you're looking for, Babe.



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Subject: CRD: It Takes a lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry - Dylan

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IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH,

IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY

Bob Dylan



A... A... A... A... A...

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill

A... A... A... A...

I been up all night, leanin' on the window sill

A. A/G. D. E... E...

Well, if I die on top of the hill

A... A... A...

Well, if I don't make it mama, you know my baby will





Don't the moon look good mama, shinin' through the trees

Don't the brakemen look good mama, flaggin' down the double E's

Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea

But don't my gal look fine when she's comin' after me





Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost

I went to tell everybody, but I could not get across

I wanna be your lover baby, I don't wanna be your boss

Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost





Each quarter note is donated by a .

Therefore, A... equals one whole bar.





Peace, love, and soul,

Paul Zimmerman

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Subject: CRD: It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Bob Dylan

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
Bob Dylan

The transcription is my own, as are any mistakes.

I figured this out a few years back when I bought the video
"Don't Look Back". You see Dylan detune and some fingerings
when he plays "Baby Blue" for Donovan in the hotel. (By the
way, in "Don't Look Back" Dylan capos 2, but Donovan's guitar
is tuned 1/2 tone below concert, so capo 1 to play along
with the video.)

Subteranean Homesick Blues version
Capo 4, top E tuned down to C

Note-> CADGBe
++++++
C: 032010
Csus4: 033010 (add the little finger on the 4th string)
G: 220000 (actually an Em7, but this is what he plays for G)
F: 003211
Dm: 200231 (use the thumb to fret the 6th string)
E: x22100 (or maybe E7: x22130)
(Be sure to strum the 6th string to keep the
distinctive droning C note going.)

Intro: C and Csus4
(hammering onto the 4th string at the 2nd fret)

G F C
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
G F C
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Dm F C
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Dm F C
Crying like a fire in the sun
E(7) F G
Look out the saints are coming through
Dm F C
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
Your empty handed armies, they're all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

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IT'S ALLRIGHT MA

Bob Dylan





Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon

The hand made blade, the child's balloon exlipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying

Pointed threats they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are torn

>From the fool's gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn

Plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before

You discover that you'd just be one more person crying

So don't fear, if you hear, a foreign sound to your ear

It's allright ma, I'm only sighing



As some warn victory, some downfall, private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eys of those that call

To make all that shoulc be killed to crawl

While others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark

Make everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates, teacherrs teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred dollar plates, goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States must sometimes have to stand naked

And though the rules of the road have been lodged

It's only people's games that you've got to dodge

And it's allright ma, I can make it



Advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one

That can do what's never been done, that can win what's nver been won

Meantime life outside goes on all around you

You lose yourself, you reappear you suddenly find you've got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit

To satisfy, ensure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not forget

That it is not he or she or them or it that you beling to

Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools

I've got nothing ma, to live up to



For them that must obey authority that they don not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in

While unprinciples baptize too strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise, outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize and say 'God bless him'

While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the holw that he's in

But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault

But it's allright ma, if I can't please him



Old lady judges watch people in paird, limited in sex they dare

To push fake morals, insultant stares while money doesn't talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares, propaganda all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer's pride, security

It blows the mind most bitterly for them that think death's honesty

Won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head on with stuffed graveyards, false goals, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough, walk upside down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off, say OK I've had enough

What else can you show me and if my thought dreams could be seen

They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

But it's allright ma, it's life and life only





tune both E strings to D, capo on 2nd fret



-2---- -00230 x4 ...break of noon

0----- -00230 x4 ...silver spoon

-3---- -00230 x4 ...child's balloon

-2---- -00230 x4 ...sun and moon

-1---- -00230 x4 ...know too soon

0----- 000230 0------ 00230-00230 000233/55-33

there's no sense in trying



000230 202222 000230 020033

so don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear

0----- -0---- -2---- -0---- -02222 000230

its all right ma I'm only sighing





great song - Good luck with it!



Peace, love, and soul,

Paul Zimmerman

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Date: Mon, 15 Jan 1996 23:02:37 -0500

From: [e-mail] (Adam Spanberger)

Subject: John Brown by Bob Dylan





Off of MTV Unplugged



John Brown

Bob Dylan



This song is kind of randomly picked with a lot of bass notes.

Am Am/G Am/F# Am

The words are in the CD

Am

John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore

Am Am/G Am/F# Am

His mama sure was proud of him



And so on



Dylan really has some feeling and power behind this song.

If anyone has Shooting Star Music off the CD just e-mail me at

[e-mail]

or put it up here

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Subject: Tab : Jokerman - Dylan

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Jokerman

By Bob Dylan



Bb BbM7

Standin' on the water casting your bread,



Cm/Bb F/Bb Bb Eb/Bb

While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.



Bb BbM7

Distant ships sailin' into the mist,



Cm/Bb F/Bb

You were born with a snake in both of your fists,



Bb

While a hurricane was blowing.



Cm7 F Bb

Freedom, just around the corner for you.



Cm7 F Bb Eb

But with truth so far off, what good would it do?





Chorus



F Eb

Jokerman dance to the nightingale's tune.



Bb F/A Eb/G Eb

Bird fly high by the light of the moon.



Bb/D Eb6 F Bb

Oh, oh, oh Jokerman.



So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,

You rise up and say goodbye to no one.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,

Both of their futures so full of dread,

You don't show one.

Shedding off one more layer of skin.

Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.



Chorus



You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,

Manipulator of crowds,

You're a dream twister.

You go to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care?

Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.

A friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame.

You look into the fiery furnace - see the rich man without any name.



Chorus



Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,

The law of the jungle and the sea,

Are your only teachers.

In the smoke of the twilight --- on a milk-white steed,

Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features.

Resting in the fields far from the turbulent space.

Half asleep neath the stars with a small dog licking your face.



Chorus



Well the (mafia?) man stalkin' the sick and the lame,

Preacher man seeks the same,

Who'll get there first is uncertain.

Matchsticks and water cannons --- teargas, padlocks,

Molotav cocktails and rocks,

Behind every curtain.

False-hearted judges dyin' in the webs that they spin.

Only a matter of time til night comes steppin' in.



Chorus



It's a shadowy world - skies are slippery grey,

A woman just gave birth to a prince today,

And dressed him in scarlet.

He'll put the priest in his pocket - put the blade to the heat,

Take the motherless children off the street,

And place them at the feet of a harlot.

Oh Jokerman you know what he wants.

Oh Jokerman you don't show any response.



Chorus





Be seeing you,

Kelwyn.

_________



He said that's alright babe,

I love you too.

But we were Tangled Up In Blue.

- Bob Dylan

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