All Along the Watchtower
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- Опубліковано 22 тра 2011
- All Along the Watchtower - Live Brixton, 1995 -
words and music Bob Dylan -
"There must be some way out of here,"
said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line
know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited,"
the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us
who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that,
and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now,
the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower,
princes kept the view
While all the women came and went,
barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance
a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching,
the wind began to howl.
"I liked Jimi Hendrix's record of this and ever since he died I've been doing it that way... Strange how when I sing it, I always feel it's a tribute to him in some kind of way."
"Mi piace la registrazione di Hendrix di questa (canzone) e da quando è morto ho continuato a farla quel modo... Strano come quando la canti, senta sempre che sia un omaggio a lui in qualche modo."
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Times .are changing . Thank you bob ....you are in generations...if they walk a line til a star, that made a chance to choose
I was there.
:O
[Verse 1]
"There must be some way out of here"
Said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth"
[Verse 2]
"No reason to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely, now
The hour is getting late"
[Verse 3]
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside, in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
And all this time, I though it was "a wildcat did PROWL." I almost like it better that way.
For what it’s worth, this skinny “b” was so in love and in awe of all the beautiful everything I was seeing and hearing RIGHT UP UNTIL she started DEMONICALLY calling me(us) skinny “bitches” with hate anger and jealousy in her heart. Everyone often wants what they don’t have. We can celebrate the difference without hating another OR OURSELVES. Come on people. Time is growing short... “let us not talk falsely now”. -JH
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