There's a home place under fire tonight in the Heartland And the bankers are takin' my home and my land from me There's a big achin' hole in my chest now where my heart was And a hole in the sky where God used to be
There's a home place under fire tonight in the Heartland There's a well with water so bitter nobody can drink Ain't no way to get high and my mouth is so dry that I can't speak Don't they know that I'm dyin', Why nobody cryin' for me?
My American dream Fell apart at the seams. You tell me what it means, You tell me what it means.
My American dream Fell apart at the seams. You tell me what it means, You tell me what it means.
How about... Well some are traveling wilburys still Dylan...! Shooting star Man in the long black suit Tweeter and the monkey man One more cup of coffee Anything you want,(You got it.) I got my mind set on you Last night,Thinkin bout last night Well it's all right Most of the time Everybody must get stoned Times they are a changing Visions of Johanna Also the song i was named after...
I just posted the lyrics to Talking World War III Blues on another thread. Dylan is the greatest song writer ever....JMO, of course. I am a die hard Dylan fanatic. Well, hell, I'll do it again
"Talkin' World War III Blues"
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three, I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say. He said it was a bad dream. I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though, They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.
I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain." He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane," He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch, He said, "Tell me about it."
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast, It was all over by quarter past. I was down in the sewer with some little lover When I peeked out from a manhole cover Wondering who turned the lights on.
Well, I got up and walked around And up and down the lonesome town. I stood a-wondering which way to go, I lit a cigarette on a parking meter And walked on down the road. It was a normal day.
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell, "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man." A shotgun fired and away I ran. I don't blame them too much though, He didn't know me.
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend, I guess there's just us two." He screamed a bit and away he flew. Thought I was a Communist.
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave, "Let's go and play Adam and Eve." I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin' When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin', You see what happened last time they started."
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody aroun', I got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war.
Well, I remember seein' some ad, So I turned on my Conelrad. But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill, So the radio didn't work so well. Turned on my player- It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin', "Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa, Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue, I needed somebody to talk to. So I called up the operator of time Just to hear a voice of some kind. "When you hear the beep It will be three o'clock," She said that for over an hour And I hung it up.
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then, Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams, But mine was a little different you see. I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me. I didn't see you around."
Well, now time passed and now it seems Everybody's having them dreams. Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else. Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time. I think Abraham Lincoln said that. "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours," I said that.
shipoker58: I just posted the lyrics to Talking World War III Blues on another thread. Dylan is the greatest song writer ever....JMO, of course. I am a die hard Dylan fanatic. Well, hell, I'll do it again
"Talkin' World War III Blues" Some time ago a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three, I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say. He said it was a bad dream. I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though, They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.
I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain." He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane," He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch, He said, "Tell me about it."
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast, It was all over by quarter past. I was down in the sewer with some little lover When I peeked out from a manhole cover Wondering who turned the lights on.
Well, I got up and walked around And up and down the lonesome town. I stood a-wondering which way to go, I lit a cigarette on a parking meter And walked on down the road. It was a normal day.
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell, "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man." A shotgun fired and away I ran. I don't blame them too much though, He didn't know me.
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend, I guess there's just us two." He screamed a bit and away he flew. Thought I was a Communist.
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave, "Let's go and play Adam and Eve." I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin' When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin', You see what happened last time they started."
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody aroun', I got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war.
Well, I remember seein' some ad, So I turned on my Conelrad. But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill, So the radio didn't work so well. Turned on my player- It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin', "Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa, Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue, I needed somebody to talk to. So I called up the operator of time Just to hear a voice of some kind. "When you hear the beep It will be three o'clock," She said that for over an hour And I hung it up.
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then, Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams, But mine was a little different you see. I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me. I didn't see you around."
Well, now time passed and now it seems Everybody's having them dreams. Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else. Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time. I think Abraham Lincoln said that. "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours," I said that.
Wooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love it,I love it Dylans the greatest.And jacob had like one good song (his son that is)But doesn't compare to his fathers lyrical genius.
ya may not like him...but NOBODY has had the impact on music that Dylan has. That is not an opinion, that is a fact. No other rock performer has gotten a Pulitzer Prize for their contributions to American culture(though I'll admit, I didn't know we had any culture).
The man can't sing....but what a graet song writer and political activist
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Johnnys in the basement Mixing up the medicine Im on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says hes got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid Its somethin you did God knows when But youre doin it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phones tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early may Orders from the d. a. Look out kid Dont matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Dont try no doz Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You dont 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 Youre gonna get hit But losers, cheaters Six-time users Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin for a new fool Dont 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 Dont steal, dont 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 Dont wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Dont wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump dont work cause the vandals took the handles
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Johnnys in the basement Mixing up the medicine Im on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says hes got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid Its somethin you did God knows when But youre doin it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phones tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early may Orders from the d. a. Look out kid Dont matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Dont try no doz Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You dont 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 Youre gonna get hit But losers, cheaters Six-time users Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin for a new fool Dont 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 Dont steal, dont 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 Dont wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Dont wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump dont work cause the vandals took the handles
I sing this at karaoke on a regular basis...it scares the hell out of those older than me
shipoker58: ya may not like him...but NOBODY has had the impact on music that Dylan has. That is not an opinion, that is a fact. No other rock performer has gotten a Pulitzer Prize for their contributions to American culture(though I'll admit, I didn't know we had any culture).The man can't sing....but what a graet song writer and political activist
Thats the kind of spirit i like to hear.Because though he sounds a little off some times now days.Songs like shooting star , Dirty world ect .We my never get a person that has a way with words like that able to combine them with music or will we i hope so becase i love to sing wright songs,Poetry ect.And if i ever do become famouse i would want some one to listen to not just my voice but the words i'm singing.
Oh my name it is nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in Has God on its side
Oh the history books tell it They tell it so well The cavalries charged The Indians fell The cavalries charged The Indians died Oh the country was young With God on its side
Oh the Spanish-American War had its day And the Civil War too Was soon laid away And the names of the heroes I's made to memorize With guns in their hands And God on their side
Oh the First World War, boys It closed out its fate The reason for fighting I never got straight But I learned to accept it Accept it with pride For you don't count the dead When God's on your side
When the Second World War Came to an end We forgave the Germans And we were friends Though they murdered six million In the ovens they fried The Germans now too Have God on their side
I've learned to hate Russians All through my whole life If another war starts It's them we must fight To hate them and fear them To run and to hide And accept it all bravely With God on my side
But now we got weapons Of the chemical dust If fire them we're forced to Then fire them we must One push of the button And a shot the world wide And you never ask questions When God's on your side
In a many dark hour I've been thinkin' about this That Jesus Christ Was betrayed by a kiss But I can't think for you You'll have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot Had God on his side
So now as I'm leavin' I'm weary as Hell The confusion I'm feelin' Ain't no tongue can tell The words fill my head And fall to the floor If God's on our side He'll stop the next war
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