Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair, Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,Remember me to one who lives there.She once was a true love of mine.Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,When the rivers freeze and summer ends,Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,To keep her from the howlin' winds.Please see for me if her hair hangs long,If it rolls and flows all down her breast.Please see for me if her hair hangs long,That's the way I remember her best.I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.Many times I've often prayedIn the darkness of my night,In the brightness of my day.So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,Remember me to one who lives there.She once was a true love of mine.]
11/7/2008 10:17:54 PM
ntlb
11/7/2008 10:26:08 PM
11/7/2008 10:26:48 PM
I, too, enjoy Bob Dylan
11/7/2008 10:41:12 PM
and Johnny Cash10/10
11/7/2008 10:57:11 PM
^^^LOLOLOLOL[Edited on November 7, 2008 at 11:00 PM. Reason : ^]
11/7/2008 11:00:13 PM
11/7/2008 11:12:36 PM
love this song
I am a man of constant sorrow,Ive seen trouble all my days.I'll say goodbye to ColoradoWhere I was born and partly raised.Your mother says I'm a stranger;My face you'll never see no more.But there's one promise, darling,Ill see you on gods golden shore.Through this open world I'm a-bound to ramble,Through ice and snows, sleet and rain,I'm a-bound to ride that mornin' railroad,Perhaps Ill die on that train.I'm going back to Colorado,The place that I've started from.If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me,Honey I never would have come.
11/8/2008 7:55:02 PM
11/9/2008 9:45:40 AM
i, too, was at the Black Crowes concert last night
11/9/2008 10:14:24 AM
Hey look, a lyrics thread.
11/9/2008 10:18:26 AM
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's doorHighway 51 runs right by my baby's doorIf I don't get the girl I'm lovingWon't go down to Highway 51 no more.Well, I know that highway like I know my handYes, I know that highway like I know the back of my handRunning from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land.Well, if I should die before my time should comeAnd if I should die before my time should comeWon't you bury my body out on the Highway 51.Highway 51 runs right by my baby's doorI said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's doorIf I don't get the girl I'm lovingWon't go down to Highway 51 no more.
11/9/2008 10:31:11 AM
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"God say, "You can do what you want Abe, butThe next time you see me comin' you better run"Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"God says, "Out on Highway 61."Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody noseWelfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothesHe asked poor Howard where can I goHoward said there's only one place I knowSam said tell me quick man I got to run0l' Howard just pointed with his gunAnd said that way down on Highway 61.Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the KingI got forty red white and blue shoe stringsAnd a thousand telephones that don't ringDo you know where I can get rid of these thingsAnd Louie the King said let me think for a minute sonAnd he said yes I think it can be easily doneJust take everything down to Highway 61.Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth nightTold the first father that things weren't rightMy complexion she said is much too whiteHe said come here and step into the light he says hmm you're rightLet me tell the second mother this has been doneBut the second mother was with the seventh sonAnd they were both out on Highway 61.Now the rovin' gambler he was very boredHe was tryin' to create a next world warHe found a promoter who nearly fell off the floorHe said I never engaged in this kind of thing beforeBut yes I think it can be very easily doneWe'll just put some bleachers out in the sunAnd have it on Highway 61.
11/14/2008 4:56:07 PM
You walk into the roomWith your pencil in your handYou see somebody nakedAnd you say, who is that man? You try so hardBut you don’t understandJust what you’ll sayWhen you get homeBecause something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones? You raise up your headAnd you ask, is this where it is? And somebody points to you and saysIts hisAnd you say, what’s mine? And somebody else says, where what is? And you say, oh my godAm I here all alone? Because something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geekWho immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speakAnd says, how does it feelTo be such a freak? And you say, impossibleAs he hands you a boneBecause something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones? You have many contactsAmong the lumberjacksTo get you factsWhen someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respectAnyway they already expect youTo just give a checkTo tax-deductible charity organizationsYou’ve been with the professorsAnd they’ve all liked your looksWith great lawyers you haveDiscussed lepers and crooksYou’ve been through all ofF. Scott Fitzgerald’s booksYou’re very well readIts well knownBecause something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to youAnd then he kneelsHe crosses himselfAnd then he clicks his high heelsAnd without further noticeHe asks you how it feelsAnd he says, here is your throat backThanks for the loanBecause something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midgetShouting the word nowAnd you say, for what reason? And he says, how? And you say, what does this mean? And he screams back, you’re a cowGive me some milkOr else go homeBecause something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the roomLike a camel and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocketAnd your nose on the groundThere ought to be a lawAgainst you comin’ aroundYou should be madeTo wear earphonesBecause something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?
12/12/2008 6:33:43 PM
hay girl hay
12/12/2008 6:49:22 PM
You're a shitty Bob Dylan so far, man.
12/13/2008 4:05:58 PM
lol...step it up, yo
12/13/2008 4:25:44 PM
They're selling postcards of the hangingThey're painting the passports brownThe beauty parlor is filled with sailorsThe circus is in townHere comes the blind commissionerThey've got him in a tranceOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walkerThe other is in his pantsAnd the riot squad they're restlessThey need somewhere to goAs Lady and I look out tonightFrom Desolation Row.Cinderella, she seems so easy"It takes one to know one," she smilesAnd puts her hands in her back pocketsBette Davis styleAnd in comes Romeo, he's moaning"You belong to Me I Believe"And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friendYou better leave"And the only sound that's leftAfter the ambulances goIs Cinderella sweeping upOn Desolation Row.Now the moon is almost hiddenThe stars are beginning to hideThe fortunetelling ladyHas even taken all her things insideAll except for Cain and AbelAnd the hunchback of Notre DameEverybody is making loveOr else expecting rainAnd the Good Samaritan, he's dressingHe's getting ready for the showHe's going to the carnival tonightOn Desolation Row.Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the windowFor her I feel so afraidOn her twenty-second birthdayShe already is an old maidTo her, death is quite romanticShe wears an iron vestHer profession's her religionHer sin is her lifelessnessAnd though her eyes are fixed uponNoah's great rainbowShe spends her time peekingInto Desolation Row.Einstein, disguised as Robin HoodWith his memories in a trunkPassed this way an hour agoWith his friend, a jealous monkHe looked so immaculately frightfulAs he bummed a cigaretteThen he went off sniffing drainpipesAnd reciting the alphabetYou would not think to look at himBut he was famous long agoFor playing the electric violinOn Desolation Row.Dr. Filth, he keeps his worldInside of a leather cupBut all his sexless patientsThey're trying to blow it upNow his nurse, some local loserShe's in charge of the cyanide holeAnd she also keeps the cards that read"Have Mercy on His Soul"They all play on penny whistlesYou can hear them blowIf you lean your head out far enoughFrom Desolation Row.Across the street they've nailed the curtainsThey're getting ready for the feastThe Phantom of the OperaIn a perfect image of a priestThey're spoonfeeding CasanovaTo get him to feel more assuredThen they'll kill him with self-confidenceAfter poisoning him with wordsAnd the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls"Get outa here if you don't know"Casanova is just being punished for goingTo Desolation Row.At midnight all the agentsAnd the superhuman crewCome out and round up everyoneThat knows more than they doThen they bring them to the factoryWhere the heart-attack machineIs strapped across their shouldersAnd then the keroseneIs brought down from the castlesBy insurance men who goCheck to see that nobody is escapingTo Desolation Row.They be to Nero's NeptuneThe Titanic sails at dawnEverybody's shouting"Which side are you on ?"And Ezra Pound and T. S. EliotFighting in the captain's towerWhile calypso singers laugh at themAnd fishermen hold flowersBetween the windows of the seaWhere lovely mermaids flowAnd nobody has to think too muchAbout Desolation Row.Yes, I received your letter yesterdayAbout the time the door knob brokeWhen you asked me how I was doingWas that some kind of joke ?All these people that you mentionYes, I know them, they're quite lameI had to rearrange their facesAnd give them all another nameRight now I can't read too goodDont send me no more letters noNot unless you mail themFrom Desolation Row.
12/13/2008 4:27:49 PM
thanks for the hatin internet fags
12/13/2008 5:13:37 PM
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to deathNow hoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract to whatClan in da front, let your feet stompNiggaz on the left, brag shit to deathHoods on the right, wild for the nightPunks in the back, c'mon and attract to whatThis goes back to nineteen..Ahem, check it, yoGOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggazWord to the camoflouge large niggazBitch niggaz fuckin my bodyBring that fuckin meth in hereYo yo yo yoNow we gonna drink some good NightrainChampion gear that I rock, you get your boots knockedThen attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWNAs I come and freaks the sound, hardcorebut giving you more and more, like ding!Nah shorty, get you open like six packsKiller Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracksA'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bedJust like rockin what? Twin glocks!Shake the ground while my beats just break you downRaw sound, we going to war right nowSo, yo, bombinWe Usually Take All Niggaz GarmentsSave ya breath before I bomb itI be that insane nigga from the psycho wardI'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang swordSo how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cowI'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, ticalThe FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's DoI'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng rootPLO style, buddha monks with the owlsSo who's the fucking man? Meth-TicalOn the chessboxYo, yeah, yoI leave the mic in body bags, my rap style hasThe force to leave you lost, like the tribe of ShabazzMurderous material, made by a madmanIt's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad manFrom the bad lands of the killer, rap fanaticRepresenting with the skill that's illerDare to compare, get pierced just like an earThe zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardwareArmed and geared cause I just broke out the prisonCharged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!Now, lo and behold, another deadly episodeBound to catch another fuckin charge when I explodeSlammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burstI ramshack dead in the track, and that's thatRap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrockI ran up in spots like Fort Knox!I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logicFlashback's how I attacked your whole projectI'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I dieMy seed'll be ill like meApproachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neckI get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cagePeace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slaveYoYa gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewelsWhile the meth got me open like falopian tubesI bring death to a snake when he least expectAin't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya NeckRuler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatalQuick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navelSuspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensilThe pencil, I break strong winds up against yourAbbot, that run up through your county like the MaverickCaps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabricsAre you, uh, ah, uhAre you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurahThe Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAHOl' Dirty clan of terroristsComin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nervesRhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curbI got funky fresh, like the old specialistA carrier, messenger, bury yaThis experience is for the whole experienceLet it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCEMy my myMy Clan is thick like plasterBust ya, slash yaSlit a nigga back like a Dutch Master KillerStyle jumped off and Killa, Hill-erI was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier ManillaI came down with phat tracks that combine and interlockLike getting smashed by a cinder blockBlaow! Now it's all overNiggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moonsorange stars and green clovers[Edited on December 13, 2008 at 5:49 PM. Reason : .]
12/13/2008 5:47:56 PM
as soon as i get off work, i'm driving straight to chapel hill and spending $75 on records
12/13/2008 5:48:51 PM
niiiiice.cause of this thread?
12/13/2008 5:49:46 PM
what are you gonna get?
12/13/2008 5:49:56 PM