Álbum Dylan & the Dead de Bob Dylan - Canciones

Dylan & the Dead

Listado de canciones del álbum Dylan & the Dead

  1. Slow Train 4:57
  2. I Want YouVer letra 4:04


    letra de I Want You

    The guilty undertaker sighs,
    The lonely organ grinder cries,
    The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
    The cracked bells and washed-out horns
    Blow into my face with scorn,
    But it's not that way,
    I wasn't born to lose you.
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.
    The drunken politician leaps
    Upon the street where mothers weep
    And the saviors who are fast asleep,
    They wait for you.
    And I wait for them to interrupt
    Me drinkin' from my broken cup
    And ask me to
    Open up the gate for you.
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.
    Now all my fathers, they've gone down,
    True love they've been without it.
    But all their daughters put me down
    Cause I don't think about it.
    Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
    And talk with my chambermaid.
    She knows that I'm not afraid
    To look at her.
    She is good to me
    And there's nothing she doesn't see.
    She knows where I'd like to be
    But it doesn't matter.
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.
    Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
    He spoke to me, I took his flute.
    No, I wasn't very cute to him,
    Was I?
    But I did it, though, because he lied
    Because he took you for a ride
    And because time was on his side
    And because I
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.

  3. Gotta Serve SomebodyVer letra 5:51


    letra de Gotta Serve Somebody

    You may be an ambassador to England or France,
    You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
    You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
    You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls
    But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
    Indeed you're gonna have to serve somebody,
    Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
    But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
    You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
    You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
    You may be a business man or
    Some high degree thief,
    They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief
    You may be a state trooper, you might be a young turk,
    You may be the head of some big TV network,
    You may be rich or poor,
    You may be blind or lame,
    You may be living in another country under another name
    You may be a construction worker working on a home,
    You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
    You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
    You might be somebody's landlord,
    You might even own banks
    You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
    You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
    You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
    You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir
    Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
    Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
    You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
    You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
    You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
    You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
    You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
    You may call me anything but no matter what you say

  4. Queen Jane Approximately 6:38
  5. Joey 9:23
  6. All Along the WatchtowerVer letra 6:24


    letra de All Along the Watchtower

    "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
    "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
    Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
    None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
    "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
    "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
    But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
    So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
    All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
    While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
    Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
    Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

  7. Knockin' on Heaven's Door 6:51

Envía tu comentario sobre el disco Dylan & the Dead

Nombre del usuario:
validacion comentario Introduce el código:

¿Quién es Bob Dylan?