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Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Bob Dylan

Q 5 Star Reviews, Vol. 2

2001

comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt

Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Bob Dylan

Blonde on Blonde

1966

comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt

Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Joan Baez

Any Day Now

1968

says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like

money the wrong way
Used to sell bars, I wasn't even prescribed those
Used to be a prep cook, whipping the tacos
Used to keep the warehouse bumping like

but it's his life
I should take a couple of days, I cut him off and said that's quite alright

Shook your hand and used sanitizer as soon as I hopped in

Every Subway Car

Barenaked Ladies

All in Good Time

2010

it wasn't my scene
I'm underground at the turnaround
This one is pristine

Warehouses above
All I'm thinking of
You gave your heart to me

used to go raving,
Every weekend without fail in a convoy,
Heading out to Great Sailing,
Six in a car but I think we'll get 8 in.
Rockin' up to a massive

happened to my full-figured foreign friend
Never seen her again

Ekaterinka had a homegirl she used to hang out with
Used to let her blubbery body pour out

coz the boot opened
I climbed out, the car was smoking
And people were gathering around recording, taking photos
My hands tied
I used a piece of glass

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like

hair, different scent, different clothes
Different cars, different homes, different drive, different life, different rights, different rows
I see them

to hustle
Working part time on school time
At a warehouse that now I sell out
But that's right now not back then
See back then I was clean up boy and helping

her no
Real freak, see, I'm the thing for Scorpios
Lamb' truck a Oreo, park the car, open the door
Get some cleats from Orioles (brrt)
Run with

When kicked out of bars that have lawfully closed
Where do those wasted Midwestern kids go?
House parties, backseats, and warehouse shows
Having

to start
But I've been dropping hints like an emotional depth charge
Now you're leaving my car because you'll make it on your own
Until you're paying alimony

motherfuckin' warehouse
Then I'ma kill myself with a bullet to the mouth
And my death won't be forgotten, I have planned this out
Already sent a hitman to Jeff

Carhoppers

Positive K

The Skills Dat Pay Da Bills

1992

Uhh, hey!
Car hoppers, car-car-hoppers
Car hoppers, car-car-hoppers
Speak on it now
Car hoppers, car-car-hoppers

Uh, uh!  I call girls car

There's a Mystery Dance on the far side of town
Cross the tracks when the sun goes down
To the old warehouse where the bodies were found
Next

tightened all the nuts and bolts
But I don't wanna work on cars
The system's tryna smother me
But anarchy is in my heart
They slashed my tires and cut my

time...
You still here by my side
In the right seat of my moms car
In the warehouse at our old job
Or in the booth while I’m spiting these rhymes
Just hit

a bandit
Used to trap out of the warehouse, had that shit looking like it was abandoned
Now it's gone cost you a band to see me out and I need an advancement

And I step out the door into a new shape whip, ah
Used to work in a warehouse
Now I'm in a brand new car
What can I say, got it from my daddy I'm

is that hanging out the car, that's a glizzy
Fresh as hell comin' out the closet, that's a Pigeon
White city ballers, we hang off the rim
Forgot to let

childhood home
Has aged but 90 years
Built from solid wood of ancient trees that used to
Stand right here

I listen to the cars on the road
Like they're