Sign On The Window
This one on this song may sound a little hokey; or maybe just plain-jane over simplified.
Bob wants out. The fame he has wanted now over shadows him. It hasbecome something that he is not. His fame is larger than his life. His fame seems to be outside himself; and draws a life of its own upon itself. Holding him in a grip. Slowly taking all his air.
*Sign on a window says "Lonely"
*Sign on the door said "No Company Allowed"
Sign on the street says "Y' Don't Own Me" That image we have of him. The prophet and J>C> images ~ the mass masses are now conjuring him into being. And are not only labeling upon him; but are attempting ~ to hold him to it.
Sign on the porch says "Three's A Crowd"
Sign on the porch says "Three's A Crowd"
To me that is now the fame he no longer desires. Because you've
got your up and your down.
You got your right and your left. You got your Ying and your Yang;but this bullshit is way over the top ~ And I want to be Left Alone.
*Her and her boyfriend went to California
Her and her boyfriend done changed their tune
My best friend said, "Now didn't I warn ya
Brighton girls are like the moon
Brighton girls are like the moon"
This is very open.. But to me its like.. She his wife/ his lady,is not much help.The fame is pretty cool. She apart of it now. She likes the fame,the notoriety, the success.But she doesn't really understand anything about him. Doesn'tnotice his pain and discomfort of the heaviness of ~ of his turmoilof who Bob Dylan is. And whether or not he will be the one who ultimately decides "Who" Bob Dylan is.
Looks like a-nothing but rain...Sure gonna be wet tonight on Main Street....Hope that it don't sleet
(..everthings a little screwed up/Not much I can do right now)
(I have to trust my own instincts/and ride this one out)
(I can handle all of this/as long as ... as it don't get worse)
Build me a cabin in Utah
Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout
Have a bunch of kids who cal me "Pa"
That must be what it's all about
That must be what it's all about.
Well, this part is simple and well chronicles'`d... I bet.
He's growing up.~ The whirl wind has sucked him up and spit him out.The times, the moon walk, the assassinations... The distrust ofnations. The free love of consciousness. On an individual level. From LSD and purple haze to the Fortunate Son. (~ CCR ) And Up onCripple Creek with Levon to Elton John. The Who and Rod Stewart. From MaggieMay to the White rabbit.
Vietnam, via-satellite, the civil rights movement black and white/Color TV, The Brady Bunch, and the Six million dollar man.
Lucy and Ricky are gone forever. gone
Innocents are gone along with them. With the black and white Tv.GONE.
Where is Bob? ???
So Bob says shit!!!
Build me a cabin in Utah
Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout
Have a bunch of kids who call me "Pa"
That must be what it's all about
That must be what it's all about
~~
the end.
Sorry I didn't see this sooner/ and thanks for a heads up and gosh,,
Speaking of Idaho and Utah,, How about tagging Mr Koite. Could you tell us your impressions of........ Cold Irons Bound.
Ronnie/r246
Bob wants out. The fame he has wanted now over shadows him. It hasbecome something that he is not. His fame is larger than his life. His fame seems to be outside himself; and draws a life of its own upon itself. Holding him in a grip. Slowly taking all his air.
*Sign on a window says "Lonely"
*Sign on the door said "No Company Allowed"
Sign on the street says "Y' Don't Own Me" That image we have of him. The prophet and J>C> images ~ the mass masses are now conjuring him into being. And are not only labeling upon him; but are attempting ~ to hold him to it.
Sign on the porch says "Three's A Crowd"
Sign on the porch says "Three's A Crowd"
To me that is now the fame he no longer desires. Because you've
got your up and your down.
You got your right and your left. You got your Ying and your Yang;but this bullshit is way over the top ~ And I want to be Left Alone.
*Her and her boyfriend went to California
Her and her boyfriend done changed their tune
My best friend said, "Now didn't I warn ya
Brighton girls are like the moon
Brighton girls are like the moon"
This is very open.. But to me its like.. She his wife/ his lady,is not much help.The fame is pretty cool. She apart of it now. She likes the fame,the notoriety, the success.But she doesn't really understand anything about him. Doesn'tnotice his pain and discomfort of the heaviness of ~ of his turmoilof who Bob Dylan is. And whether or not he will be the one who ultimately decides "Who" Bob Dylan is.
Looks like a-nothing but rain...Sure gonna be wet tonight on Main Street....Hope that it don't sleet
(..everthings a little screwed up/Not much I can do right now)
(I have to trust my own instincts/and ride this one out)
(I can handle all of this/as long as ... as it don't get worse)
Build me a cabin in Utah
Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout
Have a bunch of kids who cal me "Pa"
That must be what it's all about
That must be what it's all about.
Well, this part is simple and well chronicles'`d... I bet.
He's growing up.~ The whirl wind has sucked him up and spit him out.The times, the moon walk, the assassinations... The distrust ofnations. The free love of consciousness. On an individual level. From LSD and purple haze to the Fortunate Son. (~ CCR ) And Up onCripple Creek with Levon to Elton John. The Who and Rod Stewart. From MaggieMay to the White rabbit.
Vietnam, via-satellite, the civil rights movement black and white/Color TV, The Brady Bunch, and the Six million dollar man.
Lucy and Ricky are gone forever. gone
Innocents are gone along with them. With the black and white Tv.GONE.
Where is Bob? ???
So Bob says shit!!!
Build me a cabin in Utah
Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout
Have a bunch of kids who call me "Pa"
That must be what it's all about
That must be what it's all about
~~
the end.
Sorry I didn't see this sooner/ and thanks for a heads up and gosh,,
Speaking of Idaho and Utah,, How about tagging Mr Koite. Could you tell us your impressions of........ Cold Irons Bound.
Ronnie/r246
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