Álbum Highway 61 Revisited de Bob Dylan - Canciones

Highway 61 Revisited

Listado de canciones del álbum Highway 61 Revisited

  1. Like a Rolling Stone 5:59
  2. Tombstone Blues 5:53
  3. It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry 3:25
  4. From a Buick 6Ver letra 3:06


    letra de From a Buick 6

    I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids
    But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
    She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me the bread
    Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
    Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I'm lost on the river bridge
    I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the water's edge
    And then she comes down the thruway, ready to sew me up with a thread
    Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
    Well, she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much
    She walks like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch
    She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
    Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
    Well, you know I need a steam shovel, mama, to keep away the dead
    I need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head
    She brings me everything and more, and just like I said
    Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed

  5. Ballad of a Thin ManVer letra 5:48


    letra de Ballad of a Thin Man

    You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand
    You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?"
    You try so hard but you don't understand
    Just what you will say when you get home
    Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?
    You raise up your head and you ask, "Is this where it is?"
    And somebody points to you and says, "It's his"
    And you say, "What's mine?" and somebody else says, "Well, what is?"
    And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
    But something is happening and you don't know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?
    You hand in your ticket and you go watch the geek
    Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak
    And says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?"
    And you say, "Impossible!" as he hands you a bone
    And something is happening here but you don't know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?
    You have many contacts among the lumberjacks
    To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination
    But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you to all give a check
    To tax-deductible charity organizations
    Ah, you've been with the professors and they've all liked your looks
    With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks
    You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
    You're very well-read, it's well-known
    But something is happening here and you don't know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?
    Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels
    He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels
    And without further notice, he asks you how it feels
    And he says, "Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan"
    And you know something is happening but you don't know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?
    Now, you see this one-eyed midget shouting the word "Now"
    And you say, "For what reason?" and he says, "How"
    And you say, "What does this mean?" and he screams back, "You're a cow!
    Give me some milk or else go home"
    And you know something's happening but you don't know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?
    Well, you walk into the room like a camel, and then you frown
    You put your eyes in your pocket and your nose on the ground
    There ought to be a law against you comin' around
    You should be made to wear earphones
    'Cause something is happening and you don't know what it is
    Do you, Mr. Jones?

  6. Queen Jane Approximately 4:57
  7. Highway 61 RevisitedVer letra 3:15


    letra de Highway 61 Revisited

    Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
    Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
    God said, "No" Abe say, "What?"
    God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but
    The next time you see me comin', you better run"
    Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this killin' done?"
    God said, "Out on Highway 61"
    Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
    Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
    He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
    Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
    Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run"
    Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun
    And said, "That way, down Highway 61"
    Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
    "I got forty red-white-and-blue shoestrings
    And a thousand telephones that don't ring
    Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
    And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
    Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done
    Just take everything down to Highway 61"
    Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
    Told the first father that things weren't right
    "My complexion," she says, "is much too white"
    He said, "Come here and step into the light"
    He said, "Hmm, you're right, let me tell the second mother this has been done"
    But the second mother was with the seventh son
    And they were both out on Highway 61
    Now, the roving gambler he was very bored
    Trying to create a next world war
    He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
    He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
    But yes, I think it can be very easily done
    We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
    And have it on Highway 61"

  8. Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues 5:08
  9. Desolation RowVer letra 11:18


    letra de Desolation Row

    They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting
    the passports brown
    The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in
    Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
    One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in
    his pants
    And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to
    As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row
    Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one,"
    she smiles
    And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
    And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I
    And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you
    Better leave"
    And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
    Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
    Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to
    The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things
    All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame
    Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
    And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready
    for the show
    He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
    Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
    On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
    To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
    Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
    And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
    She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row
    Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
    Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
    He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
    As he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
    Now you would not think to look at him, but he was famous
    long ago
    For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row
    Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
    But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
    Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the
    cyanide hole
    And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His
    They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
    If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row
    Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're
    getting ready for the feast
    The Phantom of the Opera a perfect image of a priest
    They're spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more
    Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning
    him with words
    And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get Outa Here
    If You Don't Know
    Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"
    Now at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
    Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
    Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack
    Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
    Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
    Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row
    Praise be to Nero's Neptune the Titanic sails at dawn
    And everybody's shouting, "Which Side Are You On?"
    And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's
    While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
    Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
    And nobody has to think too much about Desolation row
    Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the
    doorknob broke)
    When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of
    All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're
    quite lame
    I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another
    Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more
    letters no
    Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row

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