Posted on 02/24/2004 10:40:57 PM PST by Behind Liberal Lines
Go ahead and talk about him because he makes you doubt, Because he has denied himself the things that you can't live without. Laugh at him behind his back just like the others do, Remind him of what he used to be when he comes walkin' through.
He's the property of Jesus Resent him to the bone You got something better You've got a heart of stone
Stop your conversation when he passes on the street, Hope he falls upon himself, oh, won't that be sweet Because he can't be exploited by superstition anymore Because he can't be bribed or bought by the things that you adore.
He's the property of Jesus Resent him to the bone You got something better You've got a heart of stone
When the whip that's keeping you in line doesn't make him jump, Say he's hard-of-hearin', say that he's a chump. Say he's out of step with reality as you try to test his nerve Because he doesn't pay no tribute to the king that you serve.
He's the property of Jesus Resent him to the bone You got something better You've got a heart of stone
Say that he's a loser 'cause he got no common sense Because he don't increase his worth at someone else's expense. Because he's not afraid of trying, 'cause he don't look at you and smile, 'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
He's the property of Jesus Resent him to the bone You got something better You've got a heart of stone
You can laugh at salvation, you can play Olympic games, You think that when you rest at last you'll go back from where you came. But you've picked up quite a story and you've changed since the womb. What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
He's the property of Jesus Resent him to the bone You got something better You've got a heart of stone
If I remember correctly Dylan gave Isreal enough money to by a main-battle tank during the Yom Kipur War, some leftist. He may not put his money where his mouth is but he sure put it where his heart is.
I just wish to goodness he could SING.
(sorry - that whiney off-key monotone has always grated on me. I know it's supposed to be significant, but I can't get past it. Love his songs though. Blood on the Tracks is I think my favorite.)
An acquired taste. .....But there's no question his vocal range is embarrassing, and he sings through his nose a bit. But Dylan's vocal genius lies in his phrasing -- the emphasis he choses to put on certain words. ....when he sings (or says) them. He uses his voice like a drum set. ....incredible timing.
YOu are assuming that he has left the "fold". I wonder how one comes to that judgement.
Last few tour, in Europe, he played "I Believe in You" several times.
They ask me how I feel
And if my love is real
And how I know I'll make it through.
And they, they look at me and frown,
They'd like to drive me from this town,
They don't want me around
'Cause I believe in you.
They show me to the door,
They say don't come back no more
'Cause I don't be like they'd like me to,
And I walk out on my own
A thousand miles from home
But I don't feel alone
'Cause I believe in you.
I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter,
I believe in you even though we be apart.
I believe in you even on the morning after.
Oh, when the dawn is nearing
Oh, when the night is disappearing
Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart.
Don't let me drift too far,
Keep me where you are
Where I will always be renewed.
And that which you've given me today
Is worth more than I could pay
And no matter what they say
I believe in you.
I believe in you when winter turn to summer,
I believe in you when white turn to black,
I believe in you even though I be outnumbered.
Oh, though the earth may shake me
Oh, though my friends forsake me
Oh, even that couldn't make me go back.
Don't let me change my heart,
Keep me set apart
From all the plans they do pursue.
And I, I don't mind the pain
Don't mind the driving rain
I know I will sustain
'Cause I believe in you.
Copyright © 1979 Special Rider Music
Bob plated this in Tulsa last night. Can you extend the right hand of Christian fellowship now, Judge aruanan?
Bob Dylan: Saving Grace
First Release
Saved
1980
If You find it in Your heart, can I be forgiven
Guess I owe You some kind of apology.
I've escaped death so many times, I know I'm only living
By the saving grace that's over me.
By this time I'd-a thought I would be sleeping
In a pine box for all eternity
. My faith keeps me alive, but I still be weeping
For the saving grace that's over me.
Well, the death of life, then come the resurrection,
Wherever I am welcome is where I'll be.
I put all my confidence in Him, my sole protection
Is the saving grace that's over me
.
Well, the devil's shining light, it can be most blinding,
But to search for love, that ain't no more than vanity.
As I look around this world all that I'm finding
Is the saving grace that's over me.
The wicked know no peace and you just can't fake it,
There's only one road and it leads to
Copyright © 1980 Special Rider Music
SLOW TRAIN (COMING)
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions,
Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring
down
All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon?
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
I had a woman down in Alabama,
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic,
She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out,
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic."
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
All that foreign oil controlling American soil,
Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed.
Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings,
Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more,
You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave,
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters,
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it.
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it,
I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets,
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
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FYI
TO #33
I went through a big Neil Young phase back when I was in the service, and in college.
A buddy of me taught me how to play guitar, and was weaned on Neil Young songs because they are simple songs to bang out!
Favorites?
Powderfinger
Long May You Run (Great album when I start to miss the ocean...)
Tell Me Why
Barstool blues
LA
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