My friend Mark V. Shaney found an old notebook of what appear to be song lyrics in the back of a closet in the Chelsea Hotel. He claims that this might be an old notebook of Bob Dylan’s with working versions of song lyrics. I don’t know what to think. Anyway, here they are:<\/p>\n
\nTen thousand women all dressed in white,
\nTen thousand men on a little girl, her name was Will O’ Conley and he laid it all hid
\nBetter jump down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
\nAnd these visions of Johanna, they make pretty good stuff
\nPlenty of places to see,
\nJust bein’ next to his eye,
\n“You fail to understand,” he said,
\n“Where I have to explode.
\nIn that last hour of my heart<\/p>\nI can’t say I didn’t realize just what am I if I’m lucky.<\/p>\n
People tell me that made him fall.
\nNo, you can’t refuse
\nWhen you think could resist you?
\nSad-eyed lady of the wrist.
\nWhat’s a sweetheart like you I’m wondrin’ what’s goin’ on.<\/p>\nMaybe someday you’ll see that nobody is escaping
\nTo Desolation Row<\/p>\nNow if you got nothing to turn the tide for to fade
\nInto my own heart’s blood
\nCome flowin’ down so free?”<\/p>\n5. If you really wanted to go to sleep time is right before the sun sinkin’ like a tool.
\nHe’s taught in his brain.
\nAnd he’s hungry, like a ton of lead,
\nWiggle – you can cry awhile<\/p>\nI’m walkin’ down the road
\nStill I don’t live here
\nHoney, I will be three o’clock,”
\nShe said that way I can do with him.
\nThrough hostile cities and unfriendly towns,
\nThirty pieces of silver, no money down.
\nMaybe someday, you’ll believe me when I needed your help,
\nYou gimme a map and a Panama hat
\nAnd a thousand miles from home
\nBut I can’t use it anymore.
\nIt’s gettin’ dark, too dark for you to stay behind.
\nAnd since my feet don’t walk so fast
\nYes, my temperature rises and my car ain’t actin’ right.
\nCalled home, everybody seemed to pay to get lucky, baby,
\nOr I’m bound forever, till the broad daylight,
\nTill he came to a quiet place instead?
\nDid they speak out against Him, did they believe?
\nI was so much she made us sick, Uh-huh.<\/p>\n13. “Last night I danced with a black nightingale.
\nI seen her since January,
\nShe could be seen with you when you gonna wake up
\nWhen you were right. It was from her mother and sister, though close did they believe?
\nHe said, “Call me if only you in the skies.
\nDark Beauty
\nMeet me at all.”<\/p>\nWho killed Davey Moore,
\nWhy an’ what’s the reason for?<\/p>\n“Not me,” says the man in Kansas City, wanted man in a land
\nWhere justice is a deathless need
\nAnd a thousand years old
\nAnd I’m glad to get to heaven before they close the door
\nInstrumental
\nTweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
\nThey’re throwing knives into the root of forbidden fruits.
\nIt will be alright, girl,
\nSomeone’s watchin’ over you.<\/p>\nI have tried my best to smile.
\nI turned on my feet,
\nI have been sold.<\/p>\n“Arise, arise,” he cried so loud,
\nCrying out that he was a good idea
\n‘Til greed got in the sky,
\nFather of whom we most solemnly praise.
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