"Silvio" as written by Robert C. Hunter and Bob Dylan....
Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is a coming on fast
Ain't complaining about what I got
Seen better times but who has not

Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come and knockin' don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like it you can leave me alone

I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train

Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and further more
When it is time to go you got an open door

I can tell your fancy I can tell your plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

One of these days and it won't be long
Going down the valley and sing my song
Gonna sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know


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"Silvio" as written by Hunter Robert Dylan Bob

Lyrics © BOB DYLAN MUSIC CO

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    General CommentIt's about a gay caballero dying (perhaps of AIDS?) and bidding a farewell to his partner
    CuteSparkinaon May 10, 2005   Link
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    General CommentFor the record, these lyrics are actually written by Grateful Dead lyrist Robert Hunter who gave them to Bob and was shocked and honored that he used them. If you ask me it goes to show how strikingly alike these to masters are at their art, and proof of why few, if any, can touch either of them.
    Hedgeson June 23, 2004   Link
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    General Commentregardless of what this song is actually about, the first verse really caught my attention the first time i heard it, it's pretty much how i'm feeling right now...about to graduate college with no plans as of now
    "looks like tomorrow is coming on fast"-- i'm going to graduate in 2 months, but where did the last 4 years go?
    "seen better times, but who has not?"-- completely stressed out about graduation/life after college, but man it's been fun

    love it either way
    linzylou63on March 27, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThese lyrics are so cool! it fits the music so perfectly. the background soulful voices are a plus.
    GrungyBeatleon November 30, 2009   Link
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    General Comment"silvio, i gotta go find out something only dead men know."
    love it! i think dylan and hunter share writing credits. anyway, this song is great :)
    jasssson January 13, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThis song is actually dedicated to Silvio Rodriguez, a Cuban folk singer and songwriter. Silvio admired Bob for a long time and when they met he gave him a song calles "la cosa esta en..."
    SongMeanings83on March 21, 2012   Link
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    My InterpretationThe opening lyrics are Bob saying "stake my future on a hell of a past" to his critics. He's saying, hey, I may not be at the peak of my career right now, but I've had a hell of a run so far, and I'd bet the future will be pretty much like the past. "Stake (means I'll bet)my future on a hell of a past. Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast. I ain't complaining about what I got. I've seen better days but who has not." And, really, who has not seen better days sometimes? At some shitty time in your life you know you have seen better days. That's life. And the next verse he continues saying basically hey, if you don't want to come to a show when I'm around fine. I'm out on the road playing my music in order to survive. Again the lyrics are about Bob. He say that he is "Honest as the next jade rolling that stone." Meaning that he is as honest as the next person out working, playing a gig. "When I come knocking don't throw me no bone" Hey, I ain't looking for a handout. I'm here to play for my people. If you don't like the music leave me alone. Which he says like this. "I'm an old boil weevil looking for a home, If you don't like it you can leave me alone" And he says about himself "I give what I've got until I've got no more. "I take what I get until I even the score" He's, saying getting paid evens the score for the time working on his craft, composing masterpiece after masterpiece for a lifetme, and performing live all over the world about 250 shows a year minimum, giving what he had till he is on the verge of collapse, and had no more to give. As a writer, a poet, a performer, and a human being, he gives what he's got until he's got no more. It's not a scam to take fans money and then leave town without playing the show. He says he has to play harmonica and guitar until his fingers and lips bleed to satisfy some who come out just to see an electric dildo. A human juke box who'll up and play every single song they know. And they don't care if you blow your soul. He does not take advantage of or rip off the customers. It's an exchange of money for services provided to those who want the service provided. Next verse he speaks to his critics and tells them that he can use simple and/or plain language but either way the meaning is the same. "I can tell you simple, I can tell you plain, you give something up for everything you gain. Since every pleasure has an edge of pain, pay for your ticket and don't complain." And he tells anyone listening, "one of these days and it won't be long, I'm going down to the valley to sing my song. I'm gonna sing it loud, gonna sing it strong, and let the echo decide if I was right or wrong." And he's had a huge following(echo)for a long time. Early 60's is when he wrote all those protest songs, and critiques, and explanations in a way I'd never heard. And I'd never heard so blunt and in your face lyrics about peoples behavior and the bullshit that comes out of their mouth. I always likes this one. "Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws, broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices, on broken phones, take a deep breath, feel like you're choking, everything"s broken Everytime you leave and go out someplace, things fall to pieces, in my face
    Broken hands, on broken ploughs, broken treaties, broken vows, broken pipes, broken tools, people bending, broken rules, hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking, everything's broken
    PTTon June 28, 2017   Link
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    General Commentamazing
    jgolem7213on May 01, 2004   Link

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