Mr. Tambourine Man
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you



Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming



Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you



Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip

My toes too numb to step

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’

I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it



Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you



Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun

It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’

And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme

To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind

I wouldn’t pay it any mind

It’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing



Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you



Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow



Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

In My Time of Dyin’ WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail to me Lord, won't you meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry All I want you to do is take me when I die Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Man of Constant Sorrow WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I'll say goodbye to Colorado Where I was born and partly raised Through this open world I'm a-bound to ramble Through ice and snow, sleet and rain Im a-bound to ride that mornin' railroad Perhaps I'll die upon that train Your mother says that I'm a stranger A face you'll never see no more But here's one promise to ya I'll see you on God's golden shore I'm a-goin' back to Colorado The place that I've started from If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me Babe, I never would have come

Pretty Peggy-O WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) I've been around this whole country But I never yet found Fenneario Well, as we marched down, as we marched down Well, as we marched down to Fennerio' Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O What will your mother say to know you're going away You're never, never, never coming back-io ? Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O Come a-running down your stairs Combing back your yellow hair You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io. The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O The lieutenant he has gone, long gone He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo. Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O.

Highway 51 Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more. Well, I know that highway like I know my hand Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land. Well, if I should die before my time should come And if I should die before my time should come Won't you bury my body out on the Highway 51. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more.

Gospel Plow WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) Mary wore three links of chain Every link was Jesus name Keep your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Mary, Mark, Luke and John All these prophets so good and gone Keep your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on.v Well, I never been to heaven But I've been told streets up there Are lined with gold Keep your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on.

House of the Risin’ Sun WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun. Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.

Freight Train Blues WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) I was born in Dixie in a boomer shed Just a little shanty by the railroad track Freight train was it taught me how to cry The holler of the driver was my lullaby I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go baby, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama-ha She was the only daugther of an enginer My sweetheart was a brakeman and it ain't no joke Seems a waste to get a good man broke I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go mama, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again Is a southbound whistle on a southbound train Every place I wanna go I never can go Because you know I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes.

Song to Woody WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN I’m out here a thousand miles from my home Walkin’ a road other men have gone down I’m seein’ your world of people and things Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song ’Bout a funny ol’ world that’s a-comin’ along Seems sick an’ it’s hungry, it’s tired an’ it’s torn It looks like it’s a-dyin’ an’ it’s hardly been born Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I’m a-sayin’ an’ a-many times more I’m a-singin’ you the song, but I can’t sing enough ’Cause there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done Here’s to Cisco an’ Sonny an’ Leadbelly too An’ to all the good people that traveled with you Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind I’m a-leavin’ tomorrow, but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that I’d want to do Is to say I’ve been hittin’ some hard travelin’ too

Veel vragen in het leven blijven onbeantwoord,een gerustelling dat Bob Dylan zegt:Zij worden door de wind mee genomen.
Hetgeen betekent dat de vragen niet zo maar verdwijnen.Ze kunnen ooit nog beantwoord worden.
Een gerustelling!

Desolation Row
Bob Dylan - 1965

They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”
And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune-telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
He’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They’re trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She’s in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
“Have Mercy on His Soul”
They all play on pennywhistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
They’re getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They’re spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
“Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row”

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
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Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody’s shouting
“Which Side Are You On?”
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the doorknob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

"The times they are a-changing and nothing stays the same. You can't stop a thing from happening nor can you hold them back." - Bob Dylan

"The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind..." - Bob Dylan