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  • Alleys
  • Angels
  • Bells

    Alleys

     
    Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
    Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
                        "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall"
     
     
    Well, a dog's got his bone in the alley,
    A cat, she's got nine lives,       
                        "All Over You"
     
     
    They threw me in the alley, when up comes this girl from France,
    Who invited me to her place. I went, but she had a friend,
    Who knocked me out an' robbed my boots an' was I on the street again.  
    		    "Bob Dylan's 115th Dream"
     
     
    The cat's in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
    Back Alley Sally is doing the American jump.
                        "Cat's in the Well"
     
     
    And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
    Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
                        "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
     
     
    Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley 
    With his pointed shoes and his bells.
    Speaking to a French girl, who says she knows me well.
                        "Stuck Inside of Mobile"
     
     
    You better duck down the alleyway, lookin' for a new friend
    The man in the coonskin cap in the pig pen
    Wants eleven dollar bills but you only got ten
                        "Subterranean Homesick Blues"
     
     
    Chiles is in your alleyway, 
    He don't want me here, He does brag.
    He's pointing to the sky 
    And he's hungry like a man in drag.   
                        "Temporary Like Achilles"
     
     
    Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes,
    Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food,
    I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues. 
                        "Tombstone Blues"
     
     
    There was a little boy and there was a little girl,
    And they lived in an alley under the red sky.
                        "Under the Red Sky"
    
    
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    Angels

     
    Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases,
    Past the tree of smoke, past the angel with four faces,
    Begging God for mercy and weeping in unholy places, Angelina,
                        "Angelina"
     
     
    There is a country of light, raised up in glory.
    Angels wear white, never know darkness,      
                        "City of Gold"
     
     
    I went out on Lower Broadway, and I felt that place within,
    That hollow place where martyrs weep, and angels play with sin.
                        "Dirge"
     
     
    She's my prize forsaken angel
    But she don't care she cries
    She's a lone-hearted mystic 
    and she can carry on.              
                        "I'm Not There"
     
     
    Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
    Both of their futures so full of dread,
    You don't show one.                          
                        "Jokerman"
     
     
    And picking up Angel who just arrived here from the coast,
                        "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues"
     
     
    We live in a political world, icicles hangin' down,
    Wedding bells ring and angels sing,
    And clouds cover up the ground.         
                        "Political World"
     
     
    Precious angel, under the sun,
    How was I to know you'd be the one
    To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone
    How weak was the foundation I was standing upon?
                        "Precious Angel"
     
     
    Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
    To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide.
    But why did they pick you to sympathise with their side?
                        "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands"
     
     
    Sara, Sara, Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
    Sara, Sara, radiant jewel, a mystical wife.       
                        "Sara"
     
     
    Three angels up above the street,
    Each one playing a horn,
    Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,
    They've been there since Christmas morn.     
                        "Three Angels"
     
    The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
    Where the angels stand high on their poles,  
                        "Three Angels"
     
    The angels play on their horns all day,
    The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
    But does anyone hear the music they play,
    Does anyone even try?                        
                        "Three Angels"
     
     
    Silver Angel,
    With the badge of the lonesome road sewed in your sleeve,
                        "Tough Mama"
     
     
    Yonder comes sin,
    Walking like a man, talking like an angel,
    Yonder comes sin,
    Proud like a peacock, swift like an eagle,
                        "Yonder Comes Sin"
     
     
    You angel you, You got me under your wing.
                        "You Angel You"
     
    You angel you, You're as fine as anything's fine. 
                        "You Angel You"
     
    You angel you, You're as fine as can be. 
                        "You Angel You"
    
    
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    Bells

    
    They carried him back to his home town,
    His mother cried, his sister moaned,
    Listenin' to them church bells tone.    
                        "Ballad for a Friend"
     
     
    Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,
    He soon lost all control
    Over everything which he had made
    While the mission bells did toll.
                   "The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest"
     
     
    I can hear them tribes a-moaning, hear the undertaker's bell.
    But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.
                        "Blind Willie McTell"
     
     
    Yes, I walked all night long
    Listenin to them church bells tone
    Either someone needing mercy 
    Or maybe something I've done wrong.     
                        "Call Letter Blues"
     
    My ears are ringin, ringin' like empty shells.
    Well, it can't be no guitar player, it must be convent bells.
                        "Call Letter Blues"
     
     
    We met at the station where the mission bells ring,
                        "Caribbean Wind"
     
     
    Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose,
    She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes,
                        "Caribbean Wind - Alternate Version"
     
     
    The palace of mirrors,
    Where dog soldiers are reflected,
    The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
                        "Changing of the Guard"
     
     
    As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds,
    Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing,
                        "Chimes of Freedom"
     
    As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain,
    Dissolved into the bells of lightning,
                        "Chimes of Freedom"
     
    Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail,
    The sky cracked its forms in naked wonder,
    And the clinking of the churchbells blew far into the breeze,
    Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder,
                        "Chimes of Freedom"
     
     
    Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown,
    Are being stolen by bandits. I must follow the sound,
                        "Farewell Angelina"
     
     
    Standing on a corner a ringin my bell,
    Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
                        "In Search of Little Sadie"
     
     
    The cracked bells and washed-out horns
    Blow into my face with scorn,      
                        "I Want You"
     
     
    And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
    And you think yer ears might a been hurt
    Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
                        "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
     
     
    Standing on a corner a ringin my bell,
    Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
                        "Little Sadie"
     
     
    And you taught me, oh, so well.
    Now, I can't go back to what was, baby.
    I can't unring the bell.      
                        "Never Gonna Be the Same Again"
     
     
    Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams,
    Ring them bells from the sanctuaries 
    'cross the valleys and streams,         
                        "Ring Them Bells"
     
    Ring them bells for the chosen few,
    Who will judge the many when the game is through.
                        "Ring Them Bells"
     
     
    At night I dream of bells in the village steeple,
    Then I see the bloody face of Ramon.    
                        "Romance in Durango"
     
     
    With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
    And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
    And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
                        "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands"
     
     
    I can still hear the sounds of them Methodist bells,
    I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,
    Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
    Writin' Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands for you.    
                        "Sara"
     
     
    Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley 
    With his pointed shoes and his bells.
    Speaking to a French girl, who says she knows me well.
                        "Stuck Inside of Mobile"
     
     
    Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well
    Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell
                        "Subterranean Homesick Blues"
     
     
    Well, I rung me a fallout shelter bell,
    And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
                        "Talkin' World War III Blues"
     
     
    I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words,
    They would turn into a meaningless ring.          
                        "To Ramona"
     
     
    Well, it's four in the morning by the sound of the birds,
    I'm staring at your picture, I'm hearing your words,
    Baby, they ring in my head like a bell!
                        "Under Your Spell"
     
     
    And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone,
    Where she bathed in a stream of pure heat.
                        "Where Are You Tonight?"
    

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