The times, they are a-changin’
A hard rain’s gonna fall if Owebama gets re-elected.
“You think that something’s happenin’ here, but you don’t know what it is — do you, Mr. Jones”
No matter the news, I never let a Dylan song ever come to mind.
“You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows”
tangled up in blue
“Slow Train Coming” and “Neighborhood Bully”.
“They stone you when you’re riding in your car. They stone you when you’re playing your guitar. But I should not feel so all alone - EVERYBODY MUST GET STONED.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king . . .
A Hard Rain’s A’Gonna Fall
Anyone with any sense had already left town . . .
Desolation Row
Highway 61
“If Dogs Run Free”
“Union Sundown” is one of Bob’s best, including the line, “I can see the day coming when even your home garden Is gonna be against the law.”
That day is sadly here ...
Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore My flashlights from Taiwan My tablecloths from Malaysia My belt buckles from the Amazon
You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines And the car I drive is a Chevrolet It was put together down in Argentina By a guy makin’ thirty cents a day
Well, it’s sundown on the union And what’s made in the U.S.A Sure was a good idea Till greed got in the way
Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong And the pearls are from Japan Well, the dog collars from India And the flower pots from Pakistan
All the furniture, it says “Made in Brazil” Where a woman, she slaved for sure Bringin’ home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve You know, that’s a lot of money to her
Well, it’s sundown on the union And what’s made in the U.S.A Sure was a good idea Till greed got in the way
Well, you know, lots of people complainin’ that there is no work I say, Why you say that for When nothin’ you got is U.S.-made? They don’t make nothin’ here no more
You know, capitalism is above the law It say, “It don’t count less it sells.” When it costs too much to build it at home You just build it cheaper someplace else
Well, it’s sundown on the union And what’s made in the U.S.A Sure was a good idea Till greed got in the way
Well, the job that you used to have They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador The unions are big business, friend And they’re goin’ out like a dinosaur
They used to grow food in Kansas Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw I can see the day coming when even your home garden Is gonna be against the law
Well, it’s sundown on the union And what’s made in the U.S.A Sure was a good idea Till greed got in the way
Democracy don’t rule the world You’d better get that in your head This world is ruled by violence But I guess that’s better left unsaid
From Broadway to the milky way That’s a lot of territory indeed And a man’s gonna do what he has to do When he’s got a hungry mouth to feed
Well, it’s sundown on the union And what’s made in the U.S.A Sure was a good idea Till greed got in the way
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes,
And just for that one moment, I could be you.
Yes, I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes.
You'd know what a drag it is to see you.
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
Only a Pawn in Their Game
Everything Is Broken (Cover by R. L. Burnside)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhKqqYuV9MU&feature=related
neighborhood bully-
Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He’s the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He’s wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He’s always on trial for just being born
He’s the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he could apologize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He’s the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him
‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a licence to kill him is given out to every maniac
He’s the neighborhood bully.
Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He’s the neighborhood bully.
Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He’s the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command
He’s the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He’s the neighborhood bully.
What’s anybody indebted to him for ?
Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed
He’s the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars ?
Does he change the course of rivers ? Does he pollute the moon and stars ?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully.
“have you heard the news?” he said, with a grin, “the vice-president’s gone mad.”
“Things Have Changed” ...... “all the truth in the world, is one big lie” ......
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked