Тексты песен «Bob Dylan»

Well, I'm hanging on to a solid rock Made before the foundation of the world And I won't let go and I can't let go Won't let go and I can't let go Won't let go and I can't let go no more For me, He was chastised, for...

Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger You may see a stranger across a crowded room And somehow you knew, you know even then That somehow you'll see her again and again Some enchanted evening, someone may be...

(first release, live version portsmouth, england, september 24, 2000aatraditional, arranged by bob dylan) Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Would you please welcome columbia recording artist bob dylan. Glory,...

I don't care what you do I don't care what you say I don't care where you go Or how long you stay Someday baby You ain't gonna worry po' me, anymore Well, you take my money And you turn it out You fill me up...

They say "Drink and be merry, Take the bull by the horns." I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns Everything looks a little far away to me Gettin' harder and harder to recognize the trap Too much...

Somethin' there is about you That strikes the match in me Is it the way your body moves Or is it the way your hair blows free? Or is it because you remind me Of somethin' that used to be? Somethin' that's crossed...

Something is burning, baby, are you aware? Something is the matter, baby, there's smoke in your hair Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign Is the love in your heart for me turning blind? You've been avoiding...

SONG FOR WOODY 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 Of paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey, hey, Woody...

I'm out here a thousand miles from my home Walking a road other men have gone down I'm seeing a new world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song...

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat Your temperature's too hot for taming Your flaming feet burn up the street I am homeless, come and take me To the reach of your rattling drums Let me know,...

Broke my heart, lost my soul Adios, mi corazon Spanish is the loving tongue Soft as music, light as spring It was a girl I learned it from Living down Sonora way Well, I don't look much like a lover Still I say her love...

Spirit on the water Darkness on the face of the deep I keep thinking about you baby I can hardly sleep I'm traveling by land Traveling through the dawn of day You're always on my mind I can't stay away I had...

Hawlin Alley on a dark and drizzly night Billy Lyons and Stack-A-Lee had one terrible fight All about that John B. Stetson Hat. Stack-A-Lee walked to the bar-room and he called for a glass of beer Turned around to...

Now, deep in the heart of a lonely kid Who suffered so much for what he did Gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame Since that day he ain't been the same See, the man with the stage fright Just standin' up there...

I'm walkin' through the summer nights the jukebox playing low yesterday everything was goin' too fast Today it's movin' too slow I got no place left to turn I got nothin' left to burn Don't know if I saw you if I...

Should my heart not be humble Should my eyes fail to see Should my feet sometimes stumble On the way, stay with me Like the lamb that in springtime Wanders far from the fold Comes the darkness and the frost I get lost...

by Bob Dylan (arr) She used to love me but she don't no more. 1. Got a little girl, little and low, Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go. She gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go. 2. Got a little girl,...

You ain't so good in arithmetic, baby You don't know how to count When it comes to spending money It's never the right amount But baby, you know, two and two is four Baby, that'll be the day, But in love, crazy love,...

Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart I know I can't...

- b.dylan,circa.1966 aw - the ragman draw circles up and the down the block i'd ask him what the matter was, but i know that he dont talk and the ladies treat me kindly and they furnish me with tape but deep inside my...