Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde 1966 все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

When she said
Don't waste your words, they're just lies
I cried she was deaf
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes
Then said, What else you got left
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, Don't forget
Everybody must give something back

Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?

Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me

Early in the mornin'
Early in the mornin'
I'm callin' you to
I'm callin' you to
Please come home
Yes, I guess, I could make it without you
If I just didn't feel so all alone.

Well, early in the morning
'Til late at night
I got a poison headache
But I feel all right
I'm pledging my time to you
Hopin' you'll come through too.

Well, the hobo got you high

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
Oh, who do they think could bury you ?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, And you face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you ?