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| Bob Dylan – Tombstone Blues Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Tombstone Blues The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course – this is not for them, it ain’t pretty The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse – they are lost, corrupt, and confused; its not the horse, stupid But the town has no need to be nervous – of course not The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits – she’s a legend, a cowgirl, rides a horse, an outlaw; she was murdered. To Jezebel the nun she violently knits – jezebel is a hussy and a nun? A wolf in sheep’s clothing, in the establishment, religion. A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits – a disguise for those in power, a mask to hide who/what they really are. At the head of the chamber of commerce – here is what we are really selling here Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes – man, we are poor Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food (the fuse) – man, we are poor (let’s blow this joint (up)) I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues – I’m cookin’ something up, but I’m depressed about the war Repeat chorus… The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" – I tried to be good, but I got screwed. Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" – too bad, “and you who philosophize disgrace.” Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" – too bad, “and you who philosophize disgrace.” Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief – I am just following orders Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief – the president Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" – I really don’t want to do this, do I? The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly - Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" – don’t question me, you bleeding heart liberals And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" – but I’m not (but the sun is yellow, and chickens are yellow…?) The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save – Samson, with his overwhelming strength, leader of middle class idiots justify their existence during the war by Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves – honoring the dead soldiers Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves – don’t protest and offer a way out, you’ll go to jail Then sends them out to the jungle – then you go to Viet Nam Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps – where you burn villages With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps – with the disadvantaged minorities who join the army With a fantastic collection of stamps – and the diplomats who travel around the world (passport stamps) To win friends and influence his uncle – to gain support for the war The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown – you can’t calculate that At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter – she knows the secret of Samson’s strength, but is it really laughter? Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill – evangelists who preach god on our side I would set him in chains at the top of the hill – like Samson Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille – made movie Samson and Delilah He could die happily ever after – when he destroys the temple and his enemies Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll – now that’s great music Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole – and we have marching bands at halftime And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college – you would think I’d get this one, but I don’t (won’t?) Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge – just open your eyes and see the insanity that is here; it’s pretty simple, and it don’t take much Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues |
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