Saturday, August 3, 2019
Bob dylan: a classic Essay -- essays research papers
Mr. Tambourine Man Chorus Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Iââ¬â¢m not sleepy and there is no place Iââ¬â¢m going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me Iââ¬â¢m the jingle jangle morning Iââ¬â¢ll come following you Though I know the eveningââ¬â¢s empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, Iââ¬â¢m branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty streetââ¬â¢s too dead for dreaming >Chorus Take me on a trip on your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My handââ¬â¢s canââ¬â¢t feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering Iââ¬â¢m ready to go anywhere, Iââ¬â¢m ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under itâ⬠¦. >Chorus Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun Itââ¬â¢s not aimed at anyone Itââ¬â¢s just escaping on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces of skipping reel rhyme To your tambourine in time Itââ¬â¢s just a ragged clown behind I wouldnââ¬â¢t pat it any mind Itââ¬â¢s just a shadow youââ¬â¢re seeing heââ¬â¢s chasing >Chorus Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory...
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