Play ****in Loud

[gkunit20 1]

Once upon a time you dressed so fineYou threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"You thought they were all kiddin' youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging for your next meal.How does it feelHow does it feelTo be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itAnd nobody has ever taught you how to live on the streetAnd now you find out you're gonna have to get used to itYou said you'd never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd ask him do you want to make a deal?How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all come down and did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he took from you everything he could steal.How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it madeExchanging all kinds of precious gifts and thingsBut you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can't refuseWhen you got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?Sorry. Dressed up like the 1966 Dylan and have been listening to that album all day. Carry on.

[GWCGWC 83]

Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in trying.Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fool's gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProves to warnThat he not busy being bornIs busy dying.Temptation's page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discoverThat you'd just beOne more person crying.So don't fear if you hearA foreign sound to your earIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.As some warn victory, some downfallPrivate reasons great or smallCan be seen in the eyes of those that callTo make all that should be killed to crawlWhile others say don't hate nothing at allExcept hatred.Disillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their markMade everything from toy guns that sparkTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt's easy to see without looking too farThat not muchIs really sacred.While preachers preach of evil fatesTeachers teach that knowledge waitsCan lead to hundred-dollar platesGoodness hides behind its gatesBut even the president of the United StatesSometimes must haveTo stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodgedIt's only people's games that you got to dodgeAnd it's alright, Ma, I can make it.Advertising signs that con youInto thinking you're the oneThat can do what's never been doneThat can win what's never been wonMeantime life outside goes onAll around you.You lose yourself, you reappearYou suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand with nobody nearWhen a trembling distant voice, unclearStartles your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinksThey really found you.A question in your nerves is litYet you know there is no answer fit to satisfyInsure you not to quitTo keep it in your mind and not fergitThat it is not he or she or them or itThat you belong to.Although the masters make the rulesFor the wise men and the foolsI got nothing, Ma, to live up to.For them that must obey authorityThat they do not respect in any degreeWho despise their jobs, their destiniesSpeak jealously of them that are freeCultivate their flowers to beNothing more than somethingThey invest in.While some on principles baptizedTo strict party platform tiesSocial clubs in drag disguiseOutsiders they can freely criticizeTell nothing except who to idolizeAnd then say God bless him.While one who sings with his tongue on fireGargles in the rat race choirBent out of shape from society's pliersCares not to come up any higherBut rather get you down in the holeThat he's in.But I mean no harm nor put faultOn anyone that lives in a vaultBut it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.Old lady judges watch people in pairsLimited in sex, they dareTo push fake morals, insult and stareWhile money doesn't talk, it swearsObscenity, who really caresPropaganda, all is phony.While them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer's pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFor them that think death's honestyWon't fall upon them naturallyLife sometimesMust get lonely.My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyardsFalse gods, I scuffAt pettiness which plays so roughWalk upside-down inside handcuffsKick my legs to crash it offSay okay, I have had enoughWhat else can you show me?And if my thought-dreams could be seenThey'd probably put my head in a guillotineBut it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

[gkunit20 1]

Of war and peace the truth just twistsIts curfew gull just glidesUpon four-legged forest cloudsThe cowboy angel ridesWith his candle lit into the sunThough its glow is waxed in blackAll except when 'neath the trees of EdenThe lamppost stands with folded armsIts iron claws attachedTo curbs 'neath holes where babies wailThough it shadows metal badgeAll and all can only fallWith a crashing but meaningless blowNo sound ever comes from the Gates of EdenThe savage soldier sticks his head in sandAnd then complainsUnto the shoeless hunter who's gone deafBut still remainsUpon the beach where hound dogs bayAt ships with tattooed sailsHeading for the Gates of EdenWith a time-rusted compass bladeAladdin and his lampSits with Utopian hermit monksSide saddle on the Golden CalfAnd on their promises of paradiseYou will not hear a laughAll except inside the Gates of EdenRelationships of ownershipThey whisper in the wingsTo those condemned to act accordinglyAnd wait for succeeding kingsAnd I try to harmonize with songsThe lonesome sparrow singsThere are no kings inside the Gates of EdenThe motorcycle black madonnaTwo-wheeled gypsy queenAnd her silver-studded phantom causeThe gray flannel dwarf to screamAs he weeps to wicked birds of preyWho pick up on his bread crumb sinsAnd there are no sins inside the Gates of EdenThe kingdoms of ExperienceIn the precious wind they rotWhile paupers change possessionsEach one wishing for what the other has gotAnd the princess and the princeDiscuss what's real and what is notIt doesn't matter inside the Gates of EdenThe foreign sun, it squints uponA bed that is never mineAs friends and other strangersFrom their fates try to resignLeaving men wholly, totally freeTo do anything they wish to do but dieAnd there are no trials inside the Gates of EdenAt dawn my lover comes to meAnd tells me of her dreamsWith no attempts to shovel the glimpseInto the ditch of what each one meansAt times I think there are no wordsBut these to tell what's trueAnd there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

[timwakefield 69]

Judas! I don't believe you. You're a liar!

[gkunit20 1]

I can't stand them booing me. Every where we go. I can't play like that. I can't play with them booing me.

[gkunit20 1]

Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?Seems like I been down this way before.Is there any truth in that, senor?Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin'?How long are we gonna be ridin'?How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?Will there be any comfort there, senor?There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not."Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon, I can smell the tail of the dragon. Can't stand the suspense anymore. Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field. A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring Said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather. Well, give me a minute, let me get it together. I just gotta pick myself up off the floor. I'm ready when you are, senor.Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables, Overturn these tables. This place don't make sense to me no more. Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?new sig test.

[GWCGWC 83]

new sig test.

you win the most annoying sig with samhard8 as a close second.

[Don Giovanni 0]

your sig is too big, you should know better

[pockets 0]

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 out the saints are comin' throughAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.Take what you have gathered from coincidence.The empty-handed painter from your streetsIs drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.This sky, too, is folding under youAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.All your reindeer armies, are all going home.The lover who just walked out your doorHas taken all his blankets from the floor.The carpet, too, is moving under youAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.The vagabond who's rapping at your doorIs standing in the clothes that you once wore.Strike another match, go start anewAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.I originally had Shelter From The Storm, but this seemed like more of a '60s thread.

[timwakefield 69]

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read. Everytime I crawl past your door, I been wishin I was somebody else instead.

[gkunit20 1]

If you see her, say hello, she might be in TangierShe left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hearSay for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slowShe might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so.We had a falling-out, like lovers often willAnd to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chillAnd though our separation, it pierced me to the heartShe still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.If you get close to her, kiss her once for meI always have respected her for busting out and gettin' freeOh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the wayThough the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay.I see a lot of people as I make the roundsAnd I hear her name here and there as I go from town to townAnd I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it offEither I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the pastI know every scene by heart, they all went by so fastIf she's passin' back this way, I'm not that hard to findTell her she can look me up if she's got the time.Sig haters happy now?

[gkunit20 1]

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',I was layin' in bedWond'rin' if she'd changed at allIf her hair was still red.Her folks they said our lives togetherSure was gonna be roughThey never did like Mama's homemade dressPapa's bankbook wasn't big enough.And I was standin' on the side of the roadRain fallin' on my shoesHeading out for the East CoastLord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,Tangled up in blue.She was married when we first metSoon to be divorcedI helped her out of a jam, I guess,But I used a little too much force.We drove that car as far as we couldAbandoned it out WestSplit up on a dark sad nightBoth agreeing it was best.She turned around to look at meAs I was walkin' awayI 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 woodsWorking as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that muchAnd one day the ax just fell.So I drifted down to New OrleansWhere I happened to be employedWorkin' for a while on a fishin' boatRight outside of Delacroix.But all the while I was aloneThe past was close behind,I seen a lot of womenBut she never escaped my mind, and I just grewTangled up in blue.She was workin' in a topless placeAnd I stopped in for a beer,I just kept lookin' at the side of her faceIn the spotlight so clear.And later on as the crowd thinned outI's just about to do the same,She was standing there in back of my chairSaid 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 uneasyWhen 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 poemsAnd handed it to meWritten by an Italian poetFrom the thirteenth century.And every one of them words rang trueAnd glowed like burnin' coalPourin' off of every pageLike it was written in my soul from me to you,Tangled up in blue.I lived with them on Montague StreetIn a basement down the stairs,There was music in the cafes at nightAnd revolution in the air.Then he started into dealing with slavesAnd something inside of him died.She had to sell everything she ownedAnd froze up inside.And when finally the bottom fell outI became withdrawn,The only thing I knew how to doWas 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 knowThey're an illusion to me now.Some are mathematiciansSome are carpenter's 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 roadHeadin' for another jointWe always did feel the same,We just saw it from a different point of view,Tangled up in blue.I'm actually currently writing a story based on this.

[timwakefield 69]

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny itAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy itLights flicker from the opposite loftIn this room the heat pipes just coughThe country music station plays softBut there's nothing, really nothing to turn offJust Louise and her lover so entwinedAnd these visions of Johanna that conquer my mindIn the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chainAnd the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" trainWe can hear the night watchman click his flashlightAsk himself if it's him or them that's really insaneLouise, she's all right, she's just nearShe's delicate and seems like the mirrorBut she just makes it all too concise and too clearThat Johanna's not hereThe ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her faceWhere these visions of Johanna have now taken my placeNow, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriouslyHe brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerouslyAnd when bringing her name upHe speaks of a farewell kiss to meHe's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and allMuttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hallHow can I explain?Oh, it's so hard to get onAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawnInside the museums, Infinity goes up on trialVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a whileBut Mona Lisa musta had the highway bluesYou can tell by the way she smilesSee the primitive wallflower freezeWhen the jelly-faced women all sneezeHear the one with the mustache say, "JeezeI can't find my knees"Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the muleBut these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruelThe peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for himSayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"But like Louise always says"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"As she, herself, prepares for himAnd Madonna, she still has not showedWe see this empty cage now corrodeWhere her cape of the stage once had flowedThe fiddler, he now steps to the roadHe writes ev'rything's been returned which was owedOn the back of the fish truck that loadsWhile my conscience explodesThe harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rainAnd these visions of Johanna are now all that remainbolded for my favorite line of the song

[gkunit20 1]

"Visions of Johanna"bolded for my favorite line of the song

That's my favorite Dylan song. js

[gkunit20 1]

Most underrated Bob Dylan song:Buckets of rainBuckets of tearsGot all them buckets comin' out of my ears.Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,I got all the love, honey baby,You can stand.I been meekAnd hard like an oakI seen pretty people disappear like smoke.Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,If you want me, honey baby,I'll be here.Like your smileAnd your fingertipsLike the way that you move your lips.I like the cool way you look at me,Everything about you is bringing meMisery.Little red wagonLittle red bikeI ain't no monkey but I know what I like.I like the way you love me strong and slow,I'm takin' you with me, honey baby,When I go.Life is sadLife is a bustAll ya can do is do what you must.You do what you must do and ya do it well,I'll do it for you, honey baby,Can't you tell?

[GWCGWC 83]

Sig haters happy now?

Much better, now if SamHard8 would shrink his a little, all would be good with the sig world.Corrina, Corrina,Gal, where you been so long?Corrina, Corrina,Gal, where you been so long?I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,Baby, please come home.I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.But I ain' a-got Corrina,Life don't mean a thing.Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.I'm a-thinkin' 'bout you, baby,I just can't keep from crying.

[gkunit20 1]

Oxford Town, Oxford TownEv'rybody's got their heads bowed downThe sun don't shine above the groundAin't a-goin' down to Oxford TownHe went down to Oxford TownGuns and clubs followed him downAll because his face was brownBetter get away from Oxford TownOxford Town around the bendHe come in to the door, he couldn't get inAll because of the color of his skinWhat do you think about that, my frien'?Me and my gal, my gal's sonWe got met with a tear gas bombI don't even know why we comeGoin' back where we come fromOxford Town in the afternoonEv'rybody singin' a sorrowful tuneTwo men died 'neath the Mississippi moonSomebody better investigate soonOxford Town, Oxford TownEv'rybody's got their heads bowed downThe sun don't shine above the groundAin't a-goin' down to Oxford TownLet's turn this into a game. Post the lyrics, than post the lyrics of another song from another album that has that song on it. Oxford town doesn't work, so next lyrics post starts it.

[GWCGWC 83]

I once held her in my arms,She said she would always stay.But I was cruel,I treated her like a fool,I threw it all away.Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.I must have been mad,I never knew what I had,Until I threw it all away.Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round,Love and only love, it can't be denied.No matter what you think about itYou just won't be able to do without it.Take a tip from one who's tried.So if you find someone that gives you all of her love,Take it to your heart, don't let it stray,For one thing that's certain,You will surely be a-hurtin',If you throw it all away.

[gkunit20 1]

"I thew it all away"

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 in the morning,Fold my hands and pray for rain.I got a head full of ideasThat are drivin' 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 grinIf you're havin' 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.No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.Well, he puts his cigarOut in your face just for kicks.His bedroom windowIt is made out of bricks.The National Guard stands around his door.Ah, 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 servantsAbout man and God and law.Everybody saysShe's the brains behind pa.She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.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 try my bestTo be just like I am,But everybody wants youTo be just like them.They sing while you slave and I just get bored.I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

[GWCGWC 83]

Maggie's farm.

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the pressWhoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.I can't help it if I'm lucky.People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to actTheir minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than thatSweet lady.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,Blowing down the backroads headin' south.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,You're an idiot, babe.It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strikeI haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the warsAfter losin' every battle.I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes areVisions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,Blood on your saddle.Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,Blowing through the curtains in your room.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,You're an idiot, babe.It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apartYou tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the topYou're on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blindI can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyesdon't look into mine.The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the buildingburned.I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtimeturned Slowly into autumn.Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,You're an idiot, babe.It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've readEvery time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memoryAnd all your ragin' glory.I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,And it makes me feel so sorry.Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,Blowing through the letters that we wrote.Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,We're idiots, babe.It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

[gkunit20 1]

"Idiot Wind"

EDIT: Lily, Rosmary, and the Jack of Hearts was only on one album. This one works.They sat together in the parkAs the evening sky grew dark,She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straightAnd watched out for a simple twist of fate.They walked along by the old canalA little confused, I remember wellAnd stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight trainMoving with a simple twist of fate.A saxophone someplace far off playedAs she was walkin' by the arcade.As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gateAnd forgot about a simple twist of fate.He woke up, the room was bareHe didn't see her anywhere.He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relateBrought on by a simple twist of fate.He hears the ticking of the clocksAnd walks along with a parrot that talks,Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he waitOnce more for a simple twist of fate.People tell me it's a sinTo know and feel too much within.I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.She was born in spring, but I was born too lateBlame it on a simple twist of fate.

[pockets 0]

So, like, are there rules or something?'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and bloodWhen blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mudI came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."And if I pass this way again, you can rest assuredI'll always do my best for her, on that I give my wordIn a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involvedEverything up to that point had been left unresolved.Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' thereWith silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lostI took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mountBut nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that countsAnd the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' doveAnd old men with broken teeth stranded without love.Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?"Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothesI bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the lineBeauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

[gkunit20 1]

So, like, are there rules or something?"Shelter from the storm"

Not reallyI ain't lookin' to compete with you,Beat or cheat or mistreat you,Simplify you, classify you,Deny, defy or crucify you.All I really want to doIs, baby, be friends with you.No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,Frighten you or uptighten you,Drag you down or drain you down,Chain you down or bring you down.All I really want to doIs, baby, be friends with you.I ain't lookin' to block you upShock or knock or lock you up,Analyze you, categorize you,Finalize you or advertise you.All I really want to doIs, baby, be friends with you.I don't want to straight-face you,Race or chase you, track or trace you,Or disgrace you or displace you,Or define you or confine you.All I really want to doIs, baby, be friends with you.I don't want to meet your kin,Make you spin or do you in,Or select you or dissect you,Or inspect you or reject you.All I really want to doIs, baby, be friends with you.I don't want to fake you out,Take or shake or forsake you out,I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,See like me or be like me.All I really want to doIs, baby, be friends with you.

[pockets 0]

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 lookin' for someoneNever weak but always strong,To protect you an' defend youWhether you are right or wrong,Someone to open each and every door,But it ain't me, babe,No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,It ain't me you're lookin' 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 lookin' for someoneWho will promise never to part,Someone to close his eyes for you,Someone to close his heart,Someone who will die for you an' more,But it ain't me, babe,No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.Go melt back into the night, babe,Everything inside is made of stone.There's nothing in here movingAn' anyway I'm not alone.You say you're looking for someoneWho'll pick you up each time you fall,To gather flowers constantlyAn' to come each time you call,A lover for your life an' nothing more,But it ain't me, babe,No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

[gkunit20 1]

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 itI 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.