Tuesday, December 6, 2011

TFT: Bob Dylan (2)

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Lay Lady Lay
Bob Dylan
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed

Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed

Whatever colors you have
In your mind
I’ll show them to you
And you’ll see them shine

Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed

Stay lady stay
Stay with your man awhile

Until the break of day
Let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty
But his hands are clean
And you’re the best thing
That he’s ever seen

Stay lady stay
Stay with your man awhile

Why wait any longer
For the world to begin
You can have your cake
And eat it too
Why wait any longer
For the one you love
When he’s standing
In front of you

Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed

Stay lady stay
Stay while the night is still ahead

I long to see you
In the morning light
I long to reach for you
In the night

Stay lady stay
Stay while the night is still ahead

Tangled Up In Blue
Bob Dylan
Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’
I was layin’ in bed
Wonderin’ 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 as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
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’d 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 Italian poet
From the thirteenth 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
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
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

Lyrics From: [Bob Dylan Songs]

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  1. Ah the mellifluous tones of Bob! His early stuff still move me.

  2. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Adullamite!!! I am glad this met with your approval. (Yes, I had to look-up what mellifluous meant.)

  3. I don't like Dylan, so I'm just passing by. I remember him from a village hang-out when we were all very young - he was an ass...

  4. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Grace!!! From what I've heard, he hasn't changed.

  5. Dylan, I can take him or leave him. Some of his stuff I like, others not so much

  6. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! I like a lot of his music, but what I've heard about him as a person, I do not like at all.


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