she hands down her wits
to Jezebel the nun, who violently knits
a bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
at the head of the Chamber of Commerce.
Momma's in the fact'ry, she ain't got no shoes,
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food,
I'm in the kitchen with the Tombstone Blues..."
... But if my wife asks what my favorite Dylan lines are:
"Flowers on the hillside bloomin' crazy
crickets talkin' back n' forth in rhyme
blue river runnin' slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever, and never realize the time."
Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
" go ahead say anything you want I have heard it all" Â
The entire "Nashville Skyline" album, in my opinion is a classic. But I love this song:
Not Dark Yet...out of "Time Out of Mind"
Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Why I don't believe in the invisible man in the sky Â
to Jezebel the nun, who violently knits
a bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
at the head of the Chamber of Commerce.
Momma's in the fact'ry, she ain't got no shoes,
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food,
I'm in the kitchen with the Tombstone Blues..."
... But if my wife asks what my favorite Dylan lines are:
"Flowers on the hillside bloomin' crazy
crickets talkin' back n' forth in rhyme
blue river runnin' slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever, and never realize the time."
May your song always be sung"
And we all want what’s His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
"God said to Abraham kill me a son, and Abe said man you must be putting me on!"
Not Dark Yet...out of "Time Out of Mind"
Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Abe said to God " you got to be putting me on"
God said "No" Abe said "What?"
You know you knew about my debutante"
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want"
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more