Lyrics:
the window from the
third floor. A fog crawls towards Trinity, towards me, from the
River Liffey. A figure in a bright red hooded cloak appears from
narrow
Mississippi (see Bob Dylan, Love and Theft)
When Jesus turned to thank me for the gift of second sight
I waved him off No worries man, I think I'll be alright
Pretty maids all in a row lined up
Outside my cabin door
I've never wanted any of them wanting me
Except the girl from the Red River shore
Well, I
for miles
i have planned revolutions
i have carved myself into moderation
i abandon my own shadow
i have been attacked by droves of red ants.
by crazy
be red
Spittin' from a city that was built on a river
Hella people in this place fuckin' up they liver
All I do is make a cut and my handlers deliver
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in
grains
And it's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Yarr...
Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he
any place different
Sometimes I want to dance on Hitler's grave
And shout out: Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth,
Bob Dylan
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
He followed on the shoreline cause
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
Bob Dylan
If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail.
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean
thing
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em
Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em
Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Well, Mountie Bob he chased
Bob Dylan say
It's been fifteen now since my father passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls
Standin' around the house where he made his
Crossing through
My electric river
Who are you?
If your heart can't shiver
In my electric river
Don't stay by the shore
Don't stay by the shore
Don't stay
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the Red River Valley
And the one who has loved you so true
In
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
There's a land beyond that old river
That we call the sweet forever
And we only reach that shore by faith, decree
So one by one we'll gain the portal
Red river with the purple trees
Slow flow, stoned by stolen breeze
We could get high with only what we need
Red water, purple leaves
There's a spring
in the garden, in the moonlight
Will you pardon me?
And tiptoe through the tulips with me
When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin along, along
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