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Blowin' In The Wind
(Bob Dylan)

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you can call him a man?
Yes n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes n a-how many times must the cannon
Balls fly before they're forever banned

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky
Yes n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
Yes n how many deaths will it take till he know
That too many people have died

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea
Yes n how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes n how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just didn't see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

from 'The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan' (1963)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 1' (1966)


A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall
(Bob Dylan)

Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and i've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And i'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then i'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But i'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

from 'The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan' (1963)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 2' (1971)


Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
(Bob Dylan)

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break o' dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-traveling on
Don't think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
Try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talkin' anyway
Don't think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear ya any more
I'm a thinkin' and a-wond'rin' walkin' down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
Don't think twice, it's all right

So long, honey bee
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I just say, fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better, but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Don't think twice, it's all right

from 'The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan' (1963)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 2' (1971)


Masters Of War
(Bob Dylan)

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy
You play with my world like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, you want me to believe
But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children into the world
For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know to talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question: is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
I think you will find when your death takes its toll
All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed
Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead

from 'The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan' (1963)

The Times, They Are A-Changin'
(Bob Dylan)

Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth saving
Then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a changin'

Come writers and critics who prophesy with your pens
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a changin'

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he did get hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a changin'

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a changin'

from 'The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 1' (1966)


Chimes Of Freedom
(Bob Dylan)

Far between the sundown's finish and midnights broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees of the unarmed road of flight
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

There are cities melted furnace unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless they are bound and damned forsaked
Tolling for the outcasts burning constantly at stake
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering and the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its farms in naked wonder
As the clanging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
And the poet and painter far behind his rightful time
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unravelled tales
For a disrobed faceless farms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down and taken for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf and blindm, tolling for the mute
For a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw chained and cheated by pursuit
And we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though the cloud's white curtain in a far off corner
And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows fired but
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones on their speechless seeking trail
For the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale
And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee-duh

Starry eyes and laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped no track for ours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
Or the countless confused accused misused
Strung out ones and worse
And for every hung up person in the whole wide universe
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Dee dee ....

from 'Another Side Of Bob Dylan' (1964)


It Ain't Me Babe
(Bob Dylan)

Go 'way from my window, leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need
You say you're looking for someone who's never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you, whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and ev'ry door

But it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me, babe
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, ev'rything 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 lover for 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

from 'Another Side Of Bob Dylan' (1964)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 1' (1966)


It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
(Bob Dylan)

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

The highway is for gamblers, ya 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
The 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 army is all going home
Your lover who just walked out the 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
There's something that 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

from 'Bringing It All Back Home' (1965)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 2' (1971)


It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
(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
Teachers 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
Startless 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 do 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

from 'Bringing It All Back Home' (1965)


Mr. Tambourine Man
(Bob Dylan)

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I come followin' you

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I come following you

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I come following you

Though you might hear laughing, spinning
Swinging madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind
It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I come following you

And then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I come following you

from 'Bringing It All Back Home' (1965)
also on 'GReatest Hits, Vol. 1' (1966)

Subterranean Homesick Blues
(Bob Dylan)

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
Look out kid it's somethin' you did
God knows when but you're doing it again
You better duck down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap in the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills but you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May orders from the D.A
Look out kid don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail join the army, if you fail
Look out kid you're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters six-time losers
Hang around the theaters girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Look out kid they keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum you better chew gum
The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles

from 'Bringing It All Back Home' (1965)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 1' (1966)

Maggie's Farm
(Bob Dylan)

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say, sing while you slave, and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

from 'Bringing It All Back Home' (1965)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 2' (1971)

Like A Rolling Stone
(Bob Dylan)

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you?
People call, say "beware, doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about everybody that was hangin' out
But now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal

How does it feel? How does it feel
To be without a home, like a complete unknown
Like a rollin' stone

Ah - you've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Your body's in the torture how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the Mystery Tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, "do you want to make a deal?"

How does it feel? How does it feel
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rollin' stone

Ah - you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
Never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel? How does it feel
To have you on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rollin' stone

Ah - princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made
Exchangin' all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose
Your invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel? Ah - how does it feel
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rollin' stone

from 'Highway 61 Revisited' (1965)
also on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 1' (1966)

Positively 4th Street
(Bob Dylan)

You've gotta lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning
You've gotta lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winning

You say I've let you down - you know it's not like that
If you're so hurt, why then don't you show it?
You say you've lost your faith, but that's not where it's at
You have no faith to lose - an' you know it

I know the reason that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
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 tho 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

as single release
and on 'Geatest Hits, Vol. 1' (1966)

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?
(Bob Dylan)

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
I'm sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to

as single release