Volume 6. Bringing It All Back Home

 

 

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 19 September 1964, Ann Arbor, Michigan

 

15 January 1965, New York, New York City, Columbia Recording Studios, The Bringing It All back Home sessions #2. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

Darkness at the break of noon, shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child’s balloon eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying

 

Pointed threats they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are torn

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn, plays wasted words, proves to warn

That he not busy being born is busy dying

 

Temptation’s page flies out the door you follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before

You discover that you’d just be one more person crying

 

So don’t fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear, it’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

 

As some warn victory, some downfall, private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call to make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don’t hate nothing at all except hatred

 

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark

Make everything from toy guns that spark to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It’s easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred

 

While preachers preach of evil fates, teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates, goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked

 

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged, it’s only people’s games that you got to dodge and it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

 

Advertising signs they con you into thinking you’re the one

That can do what’s never been done, that can win what’s never been won

Meantime life outside goes on all around you

 

You lose yourself, you reappear, you suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you

 

A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit

To satisfy, insure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not forget

That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to

 

And 'though the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

 

For them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies, speak jealously of them that are free

Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in

 

While some on principles baptized to strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise, outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize and say God bless him

 

While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society’s pliers, cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole that he’s in

 

But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault. But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

 

Old lady judges watch people in pairs, limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare while money doesn’t talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares, propaganda, all is phony

 

While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer’s pride, security

Blows the minds most bitterly for them that think death’s honesty

Won’t fall upon them naturally, life sometimes must get lonely

 

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed  graveyards, false gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough, walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off, say okay, I have had enough what else can you show me?

 

And if my thought-dreams could be seen, they’d probably put my head in a guillotine

But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

 

VARIATONS It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding). Compared with the take released on Bringing It All back Home. Recorded 15 January 1965, The Bringing It All Back Home sessions #2

 

Darkness at the break of noon, shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child’s balloon eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying

 

Pointed threats they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are torn

     Pointed failures, bluffed with scorn, have suicide remarks are torn                                  10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     As pointed fingers, bluffed with scorn, had suicide remarks are torn                             31 Oct 1964, New York City

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn, plays wasted words, proves to warn

That he not busy being born is busy dying

 

Temptation’s page flies out the door, you follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before

You discover that you’d just be one more person crying

 

So don’t fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear, it’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

 

As some warn victory, some downfall, private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call to make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don’t hate nothing at all except hatred

 

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark

Make everything from toy guns that spark to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It’s easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred

 

While preachers preach of evil fates, teachers teach that knowledge waits

     While teachers teach of evil fates, preachers preach that knowledge waits                 31 Oct 1964, New York City

     While teachers teach of evil fates, teachers teach that knowledge waits                    3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     Teachers teach of evil fates, preachers teach that knowledge waits                                        2 March 1978, Tokyo

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates, goodness hides behind its gates

     Can lead to hundred-dollar plates, morality hides behind its gates                                  10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

But even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked

     But even the president of the United States sometimes got to stand naked                   10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     But even the president of the United States sometimes knows how to stand naked        27 11 1964, S Francisco

 

And 'though the rules of the road have been lodged, it’s only people’s games that you got to dodge and it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

 

Advertising signs they con you into thinking you’re the one

That can do what’s never been done, that can win what’s never been won

Meantime life outside goes on all around you

 

You lose yourself, you reappear, you suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear

     Alone you stand with no one near when a trembling distant voice, unclear                    10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

Startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you

     Startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody has found you                                   10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     Startles your ears to hear that someone thinks that they really have found you          30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

 

A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit

     A question in your eyes is lit yet you know there is no answer fit                             17 Feb 1965, Les Crane Show

To satisfy, insure you not to quit

     To satisfy so you're not to quit                                                                                                         20 April 1976, Mobile

To keep it in your mind and not forget

     To keep it in your mind and not havin' to forget                                                                   10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     To keep it in your mind and sure you not to forget                                                            31 Oct 1964, New York City

     Keep it in your mind to not forget                                                                                        27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

     To keep it in your mind and not forget                                                                                            20 April 1976, Mobile

That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to

     That you're not he or her or she or it                                                                                      10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

 

And 'though the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

 

For them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree

     For them that must bow down to authority                                                                    17 Feb 1965, Les Crane Show

Who despise their jobs, their destinies, speak jealously of them that are free

Do what they do just

     Raise their children as to                                                                                                         10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     Raise what they grow up in                                                                                                   31 Oct 1964, New York City

     Cultivate their friends to be                                                                                                  27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

     Cultivate the point and says to be [???]                                                                                     25 Nov 1964, San José

     Cultivate what they get to be                                                                                           17 Feb 1965, Les Crane Show

     Cultivate what they do to be                                                                                                           1 May 1965, Liverpool

To be nothing more than something they invest in

 

While some on principles baptized to strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise, outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize and say God bless him

 

While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society’s pliers, cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole that he’s in

 

But I mean no harm nor put fault

     But I don't mean no harm nor put fault                                                                                  10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     But I mean no fault nor put fault                                                                                           31 Oct 1964, New York City

     But I don't mean no harm nor put fault                                                                                       25 Nov 1964, San José

     But I mean no harm nor put fault                                                                                         27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

On anyone that lives in a vault. But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

 

Old lady judges watch people in pairs, limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare while money doesn’t talk, it swears

     To tell fake morals, insult and stare                                                                                       10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

Obscenity, who really cares, propaganda, all is phony

 

While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer’s pride, security

Blows the minds most bitterly for them that think death’s honesty

Won’t fall upon them naturally, life sometimes must get lonely

 

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards, false gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough, walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off, say okay, I have had enough what else can you show me?

     Kick my legs to crash it off, say alright, I have had enough, what else can you show me      30 4 1965, Sheffield

 

And if my thought-dreams could be seen, they’d probably put my head in a guillotine

But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

 

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If You Gotta Go, Go Now (Or Else You Got to Stay All Night) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 31 October 1964, New York City, New York

 

31 October 1964, New York City, New York, Philharmonic Hall. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 6

 

Listen to me, baby, there’s something you must see

I want to be with you, gal, if you want to be with me

But if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

It ain’t that I’m questionin’ you to take part in any quiz

It’s just that I ain’t got no watch an’ you keep askin’ me what time it is

But if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

I am just a poor boy, baby lookin’ to connect

But I certainly don’t want you thinkin’ that I ain’t got any respect

So if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

You know I’d have a guilty conscience and I'd so many too

If I kept you from anything that you really wanted to do

But if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

It ain’t that I’m wantin’ anything you never gave before

It’s just that I’ll be sleepin’ soon it’ll be too dark for you to find the door

So if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all nigh

 

VARIATIONS If You Gotta Go, Go Now (Or Else You Got to Stay All Night). Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 6. Recorded 31 October 1964, New York City, New York, Philharmonic Hall. Often verses are left out

 

Listen to me, baby, there’s something you must see

I want to be with you, gal, if you want to be with me

But if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

It ain’t that I’m questioning’ you to take part in any quiz

     It ain’t that I’m asking you                                                                                                    27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

     It ain’t that I’m wanting you                                                                                                             2 May 1965, Leicester

                       to take part in any kind of quiz                                                                                  25 Nov 1964, Jan José

It’s just that I ain’t got no watch an’ you keep askin’ me what time it is

But if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

I am just a poor boy, baby lookin’ to connect

     I am just a poor boy, baby, tryin’ to connect                                                                     27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

But I certainly don’t want you thinkin’ that I ain’t got any respect

     But I certainly don’t want you thinkin’ that I haven't got any respect                            27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

So if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

You know I’d have a guilty conscience and I'd so many too

     You know that I had nightmares and a guilty conscience too                                        27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

If I kept you from anything that you really wanted to do

     If I kept you from doing anything that you really wanted to do                                       27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

     If I kept you from doing anything that you really got to do                                                       30 Apr 1965, Sheffield,

But if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all night

 

It ain’t that I’m wantin’ anything you never gave before

It’s just that I’ll be sleepin’ soon it’ll be too dark for you to find the door

So if you got to go, it’s all right, but if you got to go, go now or else you gotta stay all nigh

 

If You Gotta Go, Go Now (Or Else You Got to Stay All Night) 19641031, 19641125, 19641127, 19650113#1, 19650115#1or#2or#3or#4, 19650327, 19650430, 19650501, 19650502, 19650505, 19650506, 19650509, 19650510, 19650512, 19650601                    19650724

 

 

Silver Dagger (Traditional)

First performed 31 October 1964, New York City, New York

 

31 October 1964, New York City, New York, Philharmonic Hall. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 6

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan, harmonica. Joan Baez, vocal.

 

Silver Dagger. 19641031

 

 

Gates Of Eden (Bob Dylan)

First performed 31 October 1964, New York City, New York

 

15 January 1965, New York, New ork City, Columbia Recording Studios, The Bringing It All back Home sessions #1. Released on Bringing It All Back Home.

 

Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull just glides

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

With his candle lit into the sun though its glow is waxed in black

All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

 

The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached

To curbs ’neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge

All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow

No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden

 

The savage soldier sticks his head in sand and then complains

Unto the shoeless hunter who’s grown deaf but still remains

Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails

Heading for the Gates of Eden

 

With a time-rusted compass blade Aladdin and his lamp

Sits with Utopian hermit monks sidesaddle on the Golden Calf

And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh

All except inside the Gates of Eden

 

Relationships of ownership they whisper in the wings

To those condemned to act accordingly as they wait for succeeding kings

And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings

There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden

 

The motorcycle black Madonna two-wheeled gypsy queen

And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick up on his bread crumb sins

And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

 

The kingdoms of Experience, in the precious winds they rot

While paupers change possessions, each one wishing for what the other has got

And the princess and the prince discuss what’s real and what is not

It doesn’t matter inside the Gates of Eden

 

The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine

As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign

Leaving men wholly, totally free to do anything they wish to do but die

And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden

 

At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means

At times I think there are no words but these to tell what’s true

And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

 

VARIATIONS Gates Of Eden. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home. Recorded 15 January 1965, The Bringing It All back Home sessions #1.See also volume 13

 

Of war and peace, the truth just twists, its curfew gull just glides

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

With his candle lit into the sun

     With his candle lit into the sun                                                                              31 Oct 1964, NYC, Philharmonic Hal

     With his candle cradled into the sun                                                                                   27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

     With his candle burning into the sun                                                                            28 Aug 1965, Forrest Hills, NYC

     With his candle burning in the sun                                                                                                  10 Jan 1974, Toronto

Though its glow is waxed in black

     with a glow that 's waxed in black                                                                                                   10 Jan 1974, Toronto

All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

 

The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached

     The lamppost stands with folding hands, its iron claws attached                                                1 Jun 1965, London

To curbs ’neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge

All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow

No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden

     No sound ever comes from the depts of Eden                                                                  31 Oct 1964, New York City

     And no sound at all ever comes from the gates of Eden                                                          30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

 

The savage soldier sticks his head in sand and then complains

Unto the shoeless hunter who’s grown deaf but still remains

Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails

Heading for the Gates of Eden

 

With a time-rusted compass blade Aladdin and his lamp

     Through a time-rusting compass blade Aladdin and his lamp                                        27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

Sits with Utopian hermit monks sidesaddle on the Golden Calf

And on their promises of paradise, you will not hear a laugh

All except inside the Gates of Eden

 

Relationships of ownership they whisper in the wings

To those condemned to act accordingly

As they wait for succeeding kings

     And wait for succeeding kings                                                                                                       30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings

There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden

     For all men are kings inside the Gates of Eden                                                                        25 Nov 1964, San José

 

The motorcycle black Madonna two-wheeled gypsy queen

And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick up on his bread crumb sins

     picking up on his bread crumb sins                                                                              28 Aug 1965, Forrest Hills, NYC

And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

 

The kingdoms of Experience, in the precious winds they rot

While paupers change possessions, each one wishing for what the other has got

And the princess and the prince discuss what’s real and what is not

It doesn’t matter inside the Gates of Eden

     It don’t matter inside the Gates of Eden                                                                                        10 Jan 1974, Toronto

 

The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine

As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign

Leaving men wholly, totally free to do anything they wish to do but die

     Leaving men wholly, totally free to do anything but die                                             11 Jan 1974, Montreal, Quebec

And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden

 

At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means

At times I think there are no words but these to tell what’s true

And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

 

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Mr. Tambourine Man (Bob Dylan)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

For full information see the main page for this song in volume 5

 

15 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 1st Bringing It All Back Home recording session #6.Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me in the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

 

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming

 

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there ain't no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me in the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

 

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip

My toes too numb to step

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’

I’m ready to go anywhere, I am ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it

 

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me in the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

 

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun

It's not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’

And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme

To your tambourine in time

It’s just a ragged clown behind

I wouldn't pay it any mind

It’s just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasin'

 

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me in the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

 

Take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky

With one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate drivin' deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow

 

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me in the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

 

Mr. Tambourine man. 19650115

 

 

Walk Down Crooked Highway (Bob Dylan)

November 1964. Lyrics mentioned in Sing Out!

 

 

Love Minus Zero/No Limit (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

14 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #2. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

My love she speaks like silence without ideals or violence

She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful yet she’s true, like ice, like fire

People carry roses and make promises by the hours

My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can’t buy her

 

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations

Read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall

Some speak of the future, my love she speaks softly

She knows there’s no success like failure and that failure’s no success at all

 

The cloak and dagger dangles, madams light the candles

In ceremonies of the horsemen even the pawns must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks crumble into one another

My love winks, she does not bother, she knows too much to argue or to judge

 

The bridge at midnight trembles, the country doctor rambles

Bankers’ nieces seek perfection, expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer. the night blows rainy

My love she’s like some raven at my window with a broken wing

 

VARIATIONS Love Minus Zero/No Limit. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home. Recorded 14 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #2

 

My love she speaks like silence without ideals or violence

She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful yet she’s true, like ice, like fire

     She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful yet she’s true, like ice or fire              15 Nov 1975, Niagara Falls, evening

People carry roses and make promises by the hours

My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can’t buy her

 

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations

     In the dime stores and bus stations, people speak of situations                                          13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #2

     In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk over situations                                    27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

Read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall

Some speak of the future, my love she speaks softly

     Some speak of the future, my love she talks softly                                                                13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #2

She knows there’s no success like failure and that failure’s no success at all

 

The cloak and dagger dangles, madams light the candles

In ceremonies of the horsemen even the pawns must hold a grudge

     In ceremonies of the horsemen even a pawn must hold a grudge                                             1 Dec 1975, Toronto

Statues made of matchsticks crumble into one another

     Matches made of matchsticks crumble into one another                                                             8 May 1965, London

My love winks, she does not bother, she knows too much to argue or to judge

     My love winks, she does not bother, she knows not to argue or to judge                                 4 Jan 1974, Chicago

 

The bridge at midnight trembles, the country doctor rambles

Bankers’ nieces seek perfection, expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer, the night blows rainy

     The wind howls like a hammer, the night blows cold and rainy                                           13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #2

My love she’s like some raven at my window with a broken wing

     My love she’s like a raven at my window with a broken wing                                               13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #2

 

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I'll Keep It With Mine (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

13 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, Bringing It All Back Home recording session, Released on Biograph

 

You will search, babe, at any cost

But how long, babe, can you search for what’s not lost?

Everybody will help you, some people are very kind

But if I can save you any time

Come on, give it to me, I’ll keep it with mine

 

I can’t help it if you might think I am odd

If I say I’m loving you not for what you are but what you’re not

Everybody will help you discover what you set out to find

But if I can save you any time

Come on, give it to me, I’ll keep it with mine

 

The train leaves at half past ten

But it will be back in the same old spot again

The conductor he’s still stuck on the line

And if I can save you any time

Come on, give it to me, I’ll keep it with mine

 

VARIATIONS I'll Keep It With Mine. Compared with the take released on Biograph. Recorded 13 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session

 

You will search, babe, at any cost

But how long, babe, can you search for what’s not lost?

Everybody will help you, some people are very kind

But if I can save you any time

Come on, give it to me, I’ll keep it with mine

 

I can’t help it if you might think I am odd

     I can’t help it if you might think that it's odd                                                                              27 Jan 1966, BOBRS#3

If I say I’m loving you not for what you are but what you’re not

     If I say I’m loving you not for [your] what you are but what you’re not                                  27 Jan 1966, BOBRS#3

Everybody will help you discover what you set out to find

But if I can save you any time

Come on, give it to me, I’ll keep it with mine

 

The train leaves at half past ten

     Our train leaves at half past ten                                                                                                  27 Jan 1966, BOBRS#3

But it will be back in the same old spot again

     But it’ll be back tomorrow, same time again                                             June 1964, Unidentified Recording Studio

     But it'll be back here tomorrow same old spot again                                                               27 Jan 1966, BOBRS#3

The conductor he’s still stuck on the line

     The conductor he’s weary, he’s still stuck on the line                             June 1964, Unidentified Recording Studio

And if I can save you any time

     But if I can save you any time                                                                                                     27 Jan 1966, BOBRS#3

Come on, give it to me, I’ll keep it with mine

 

I'll Keep It With Mine 196406??, 19650113, 19660127#3

 

 

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

15 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #1. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last

But whatever you wish to keep, you 'd better grab it fast

Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, crying like a fire in the sun

Look out the saints are comin’ through, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

 

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense

Take what you have gathered from coincidence

The empty-handed painter from your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets

The sky too is folding under you, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

 

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home

Your empty-handed armies, yes, are going home

Your lover who just walked out the door, has taken all his blankets from the floor

The carpet, too, is moving under you, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

 

Leave your stepping stones behind, now, something it calls for you

Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you

The vagabond who’s rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes that you once wore

Strike another match, go start anew, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

 

VARIATIONS It's All Over Now, Baby Blue. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home. Recorded 15 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #1

 

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last

But whatever you wish to keep, you 'd better grab it fast

Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, crying like a fire in the sun

     Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, burning like a fire in the sun                               19 Apr 1966, Melbourne

Look out the saints are comin’ through, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

 

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense

     The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sense                                                                  4 July 1978, Paris

Take what you have gathered from coincidence

The empty-handed painter from your streets

     Your empty-handed painter from your streets                                                                         13 Jan 1965, BOBRS #1

Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets

The sky too is folding under you, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

     The night it is folding under you, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue                                       13 Jan 1965, BOBRS #1

     The sky too is folding over you, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue                              17 Feb 1965, Les Crane Show

 

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home

     All your seasick sailors, they're all rowing home                                                                    13 Jan 1965, BOBRS #1

Your empty-handed armies, yes, are going home

     Your rain deer armies, they are going home                                                                17 Feb 1965, Les Crane Show

     Al your rain deer armies, yes, are going home                                                                  27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

     Al your rain deer armies, they are going home                                                                         16 May 1966, Sheffield

     Al your rain deer armies, they’re all going home                                                                  17 May 1966, Manchester

Your lover who just walked out the door

     Your broken-hearted lover out the door                                                                                   13 Jan 1965, BOBRS #1

     The lover who has just walked out your door                                                                    27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

Has taken all his blankets from the floor

The carpet, too, is moving under you, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

 

Leave your steppingstones behind, now, something it calls for you

     Leave your steppingstones behind, something calls for you                                                13 Jan 1965, BOBRS #1

     Leave your steppingstones behind, there’s something that calls for you               28 Aug 1965, Forrest Hills, NYC

Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you

The vagabond who’s rapping at your door

     The vagabond who’s standing at your door                                                                  17 Feb 1965, Les Crane Show

Is standing in the clothes that you once wore

Strike another match, go start anew, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

     Strike another match, girl, start anew, and it’s all over now, Baby Blue                                  30 Oct 1965, Hartford

 

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Bob Dylan's 115th Dream (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New Yor

 

14 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #2. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land

I yelled for Captain Arab, I have you understand

Who came running to the deck, said, “Boys, forget the whale

We're goin over yonder, cut the engines, change the sail

Haul on the bowline”, we sang that melody

Like all tough sailors do when they are far away at sea

 

“I think I’ll call it America”, I said as we hit land

I took a deep breath, I fell down, I could not stand

Captain Arab he started writing up some deeds

He said, “Let's set up a fort and start buying the place with beads”

Just then this cop comes down the street

Crazy as a loon and throws us all in jail for carryin’ harpoons

 

Ah me I busted out, don’t even ask me how

I went to get some help, I walked by a Guernsey cow

Who directed me South to the Bowery slums

Where people carried signs around, saying, “Ban the bums”

I jumped right into line, sayin' "I hope that I'm not late"

When I realized I hadn’t eaten for five days straight

 

I went into a restaurant lookin’ for the cook

I told them I was the editor of a famous etiquette book

The waitress he was handsome, he wore a powder blue cape

I ordered some suzette, I said “Could you please make that crepe”

Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boilin’ fat

Food was flying everywhere and I left without my hat

 

Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy, but I went into a bank

To get some bail for Arab and all the boys back in the tank

They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants

They threw me in the alley when up comes this girl from France

Who invited me to her house, I went, but she had a friend

Who knocked me out and robbed my boots and I was on the street again

 

Well, I rapped upon a house with the U.S. flag upon display

I said, “Could you help me out, I got some friends down the way”

The man says, “Get out of here, I’ll tear you limb from limb”

I said, “You know they refused Jesus, too”, he said, “You’re not Him

Get out of here before I break your bones, I ain’t your pop”

I decided to have him arrested and I went looking for a cop

 

I ran right outside and I hopped inside a cab

I went out the other door, this Englishman said, “Fab”

As he saw me leap a hot dog stand and a chariot that stood

Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood

I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does

But it was just a funeral parlor and the man asked me who I was

 

I repeated that my friends were all in jail, with a sigh

He gave me his card, he said, “Call me if they die”

I shook his hand and said goodbye, ran out to the street

When a bowling ball came down the road and knocked me off my feet

The pay phone was ringing, it just about blew my mind

When I picked it up and said hello, a foot came through the line

 

Well, by this time I was fed up at tryin’ to make a stab

At bringin’ back any help for my friends and Captain Arab

I decided to flip a coin like either heads or tails

Would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to jail

So I hocked my sailor suit and I got a coin to flip

It came up tails. it rhymed with sails so I made it back to the ship

 

Well, I got back and took the parkin’ ticket off the mast

I was ripping it to shreds when this coastguard boat went past

They asked me my name and I said, “Captain Kidd”

They believed me but they wanted to know what exactly that I did

I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed

They let me go right away, they were very paranoid

 

Well, the last I heard of Arab, he was stuck on a whale

That was married to the deputy Sheriff of the jail

But the funniest thing was when I was leavin’ the bay

I saw three ships a-sailin’, they were all heading my way

I asked the captain what his name was and how come he didn’t drive a truck

He said his name was Columbus, I just said, “Good luck”

 

VARIATIONS Bob Dylan's 115th Dream. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home . Recorded 14 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #2

 

I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land

I yelled for Captain Arab, I have you understand

Who came running to the deck, said, “Boys, forget the whale

We're goin over yonder, cut the engines, change the sail

Haul on the bowline”, we sang that melody

Like all tough sailors do when they are far away at sea

 

“I think I’ll call it America”, I said as we hit land

I took a deep breath, I fell down, I could not stand

Captain Arab he started writing up some deeds

He said, “Let's set up a fort and start buying the place with beads”

     He said, “We'll set up a fort right here                                                                                      13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #2

Just then this cop comes down the street

Crazy as a loon and throws us all in jail for carryin’ harpoons

 

Ah me I busted out, don’t even ask me how

I went to get some help, I walked by a Guernsey cow

Who directed me South to the Bowery slums

     Who directed me down                                                                                                          19 Oct 1988, New York City

Where people carried signs around, saying, “Ban the bums”

I jumped right into line, sayin' "I hope that I'm not late"

     I realized right away and said “I hope that I’m not late”                                                         13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #2

When I realized I hadn’t eaten for five days straight

 

I went into a restaurant lookin’ for the cook

I told them I was the editor of a famous etiquette book

The waitress he was handsome, he wore a powder blue cape

I ordered some suzette, I said “Could you please make that crepe”

Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boilin’ fat

Food was flying everywhere and I left without my hat

 

Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy, but I went into a bank

To get some bail for Arab and all the boys back in the tank

They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants

They threw me in the alley when up comes this girl from France

                       stopped this girl from France                                                                            19 Oct 1988, New York City

Who invited me to her house, I went, but she had a friend

     Took me over to her house                                                                                                   19 Oct 1988, New York City

Who knocked me out and robbed my boots and I was on the street again

 

Well, I rapped upon a house with the U.S. flag upon display

I said, “Could you help me out, I got some friends down the way”

The man says, “Get out of here, I’ll tear you limb from limb”

I said, “You know they refused Jesus, too”, he said, “You’re not Him

Get out of here before I break your bones, I ain’t your pop”

I decided to have him arrested and I went looking for a cop

 

I ran right outside and I hopped inside a cab

I went out the other door, this Englishman said, “Fab”

As he saw me leap a hot dog stand and a chariot that stood

Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood

I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does

But it was just a funeral parlor and the man asked me who I was

 

I repeated that my friends were all in jail, with a sigh

He gave me his card, he said, “Call me if they die”

I shook his hand and said goodbye, ran out to the street

      out I went                                                                                                                                19 Oct 1988, New York City

When a bowling ball came down the road and knocked me off my feet

The pay phone was ringing, it just about blew my mind

When I picked it up and said hello, a foot came through the line

 

Well, by this time I was fed up at tryin’ to make a stab

At bringin’ back any help for my friends and Captain Arab

I decided to flip a coin like either heads or tails

Would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to jail

So I hocked my sailor suit and I got a coin to flip

It came up tails. it rhymed with sails so I made it back to the ship

 

Well, I got back and took the parkin’ ticket off the mast

I was ripping it to shreds when this coastguard boat went past

They asked me my name and I said, “Captain Kidd”

They believed me but they wanted to know what exactly that I did

I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed

They let me go right away, they were very paranoid

     They let me go at midnight                                                                                                    19 Oct 1988, New York City

 

Well, the last I heard of Arab, he was stuck on a whale

That was married to the deputy Sheriff of the jail

But the funniest thing was when I was leavin’ the bay

I saw three ships a-sailin’, they were all heading my way

     I saw three heading my way                                                                                                 19 Oct 1988, New York City

I asked the captain what his name was and how come he didn’t drive a truck

He said his name was Columbus, I just said, “Good luck”

 

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream .19650113#1#2, 19650114#2, 19881019

 

 

She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

14 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #2. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back

She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back

She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black

 

You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees

You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees

But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole down upon your knees

 

She never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall

She never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall

She’s nobody’s child, the law can’t touch her at all

 

She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks

She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks

She’s a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique

 

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes

For Halloween buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, get her a drum

 

VARIATIONS She Belongs To Me. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home . Recorded 14 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #2

 

She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back

She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back

She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black

     She can take the dark out of the nighttime and turn the daytime black                              13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #1

     She take the dark out of the nighttime and make the daylight crack                       19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

     She take your body and take your Cadillac                                                                  21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

 

You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees

You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees

     You better start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees                  14 Feb 19744, Inglewood evening

But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole down upon your knees

 

She never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall

     She got no place to stumble, she’s got no place to fall                                                         13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #1

     As she never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall                                                                   13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #2

     She don't stumble, she don't know how to fall                                                             21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

She never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall

     She got no place to stumble, she’s got no place to fall                                                         13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #1

     She don't stumble, she don't know how to fall                                                             21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

She’s nobody’s child, the law can’t touch her at all

      Wel it's nobody's town, the other can’t touch her at all                                             21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

 

     If you see her coming, tell her to go back where she comes from                           19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

     If you see her coming, tell her to go back where she comes from                           19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

     I know she got a lot, but she wants to give me some                                                 19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

 

She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks

     She wears an Egyptian red ring, it sparkles before she speaks                                     27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

     She wears a turtle-neck sweater and her nylon shoes                                               19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks

     She wears an Egyptian red ring, it sparkles before she speaks                                     27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

     She wears a turtle-neck sweater and her nylon shoes                                               19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

She’s a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique

     There's nothing she wont say and there's nothing she wont do                               19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

 

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes

      Salute her on Sunday, bow down when her birthday comes                                               13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #1

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes

      Salute her on Sunday, bow down when her birthday comes                                               13 Jan 1965, BOBHS #1

     Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when she comes                                        21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

For Halloween buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, get her a drum

     For Halloween give her a trumpet and for Christmas, buy her a drum                          27 Mar 1965, Santa Monica

     For Halloween buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, buy her a drum                                21 May 1966, Newcastle

     For Halloween give her a trumpet, don't forget to give me some                             21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

 

She Belongs To Me. 19650113#1#2, 19650114#1#2, 19650327, 19650430, 19650501, 19650502, 19650505, 19650506, 19650507, 19650508, 19650509, 19650510, 19650601, 19650828, 19650903, 19651030, 19660205, 19660206, 19660226, 19660413inc, 19660419, 19660420inc, 19660429, 19660501, 19660505, 19660506, 19660510, 19660512, 19660515, 19660516, 19660517, 19660520, 19660521inc, 19660524, 19660526, 19660527, 19690831, 19740214aft, 19740214eve, 19751019, 19751021

 

 

Subterranean Homesick Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

14 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #3. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine, I’m on the pavement thinkin' about the government

The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he’s got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off

Look out kid, it’s somethin’ you did

God knows when but you’re doin’ it again, you better duck down the alley way lookin’ for a new friend

The man in the coon-skin cap in the big pen wants eleven dollar bills and you only got ten

 

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot, talkin’ that the heat put plants in the bed but

The phone’s tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say they must bust in early May, orders from the D.A

Look out kid, don’t matter what you did

Walk on your tiptoes, don’t try “No-Doz”

Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose, keep a clean nose, forge the plain clothes

You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

 

Oh, get sick, get well, hang around a ink well, ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin’ to sell, try hard, get barred,

Get back, write braille, get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail

Look out kid, you’re gonna get hit

By losers, cheaters, six-time users, hangin' around the theaters

The girl by the whirlpool is lookin’ for a new fool, don’t follow leaders and watch the parkin’ meters

 

Oh, get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts, don’t steal, don’t lift, twenty years of schoolin’ and they put you on the day shift

Look out kid. they keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle, don’t wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals

If you don’t wanna be a bum you better chew gum, the pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handles

 

VARIATIONS Subterranean Homesick Blues. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home. Recorded 14 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #3

 

Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine, I’m on the pavement thinkin' about the government

                                         I’m on the pavement lookin' about the government                        13 Jan 1965, BIABHS#1

The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he’s got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off

                                                                             Says he’s got a bad bill                              13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

Look out kid, it’s somethin’ you did

God knows when but you’re doin’ it again, you better duck down the alley way lookin’ for a new friend

The man in the coon-skin cap in the big pen wants eleven dollar bills and you only got ten

                                                                                  Wants seven dollar bills                        14 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

 

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot, talkin’ that the heat put plants in the bed but

The phone’s tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say they must bust in early May, orders from the D.A

Look out kid, don’t matter what you did

Walk on your tiptoes, don’t try “No-Doz”

Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose, keep a clean nose, forge the plain clothes

                                  Keep a clean nose, be careful of the plain clothes                                13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

                                  Don't need to keep a clean nose, be careful of the plain clothes        14 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

 

Oh, get sick, get well, hang around a ink well, ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin’ to sell, try hard, get barred,

Get back, write braille, get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail

Look out kid, you’re gonna get hit

By losers, cheaters, six-time users, hangin' around the theaters

     But users, cheaters, six-time losers                                                                                         13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

The girl by the whirlpool is lookin’ for a new fool, don’t follow leaders and watch the parkin’ meters

 

Oh, get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts, don’t steal, don’t lift, twenty years of schoolin’ and they put you on the day shift

Look out kid. they keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle, don’t wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals

If you don’t wanna be a bum you better chew gum, the pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handles

     If you don’t wanna be a bum you better not chew gum                                                        13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

     You don’t wanna be a bum so don't chew gum                                                                      14 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

 

Subterranean Homesick Blues. 19650113/1, 19650114#1#3,

 

 

Outlaw Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

14 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #3. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

Ain’t it hard to stumble and land in some funny lagoon

Ain’t it hard to stumble and land in some funny lagoon

Especially when it’s nine below zero and three o'clock in the afternoon

 

Ain’t gonna hang no picture, ain't gonna hang no picture frame

Ain’t gonna hang no picture, gonna hang no picture frame

Well, I might look like Robert Ford but I feel just like a Jesse James

 

Well, I wish I was on some Australian mountain range

Well, I wish I was on some Australian mountain range

I got no reason to be there, but I imagine it would be some kind of change

 

I got my dark sunglasses, I got for good luck my black tooth

I got my dark sunglasses, I’m carryin’ for good luck my black tooth

Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’, I just might tell you the truth

 

I got a woman in Jackson and I ain’t gonna say her name

I got a woman in Jackson, I ain’t gonna say her name

She’s a brown-skin woman, but I love her just the same

 

VARIATIONS Outlaw Blues. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home . Recorded 14 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #3

 

Ain’t it hard to stumble and land in some funny lagoon

     Ain’t it hard to stumble on the black side of the lagoon                                                         13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

     Ain’t it hard to stumble and land upside the lagoon                                                               13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #2

Ain’t it hard to stumble and land in some funny lagoon

Especially when it’s nine below zero and three o'clock in the afternoon

 

Ain’t gonna hang no picture, ain't gonna hang no picture frame

Ain’t gonna hang no picture, gonna hang no picture frame

Well, I might look like Robert Ford but I feel just like a Jesse James

     Well, I got no reason to be there, but I                                                                                     13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

     I got no business bein' there, but I                                                                                            13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #2

 

Well, I wish I was on some Australian mountain range

Well, I wish I was on some Australian mountain range

I got no reason to be there, but I imagine it would be some kind of change

 

     Now if you're ever in Augusta, please say hello to Lucy May                                              13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #2

     If you're ever in Augusta, pease look up Lucy May                                                               13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #2

     I don't know her too good but say hello to her for me anyway                                             13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #2

 

     Well, I paid fifteen cents, I did not care if I was right or wrong                                             13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

     I paid fifteen cents, I didn't care if I was right or wrong                                                         13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

     Then I saddled up a nite mare and I rode her all night long                                                 13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

 

I got my dark sunglasses, I got for good luck my black tooth

I got my dark sunglasses, I’m carryin’ for good luck my black tooth

Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’, I just might tell you the truth

 

I got a woman in Jackson and I ain’t gonna say her name

I got a woman in Jackson, I ain’t gonna say her name

She’s a brown-skin woman, but I love her just the same

 

Outlaw Blues. 19650113#1, 19650114#1#3

 

 

On The Road Again (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

15 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #13. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

Well, I wake up in the morning, there’s frogs inside my socks

Your mama, she’s hidin’ inside the icebox

Your daddy walks in wearin’ a Napoleon Bonaparte mask

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, do you have to ask?

 

Well, I go to pet your monkey and I get a face full of claws

I ask them who’s in the fireplace and you tell me Santa Claus

The milkman comes in, he's wearing a derby hat

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, how come you have to asked me that

 

Well, I go to get something to eat,I’m hungry as a hog

So I get brown rice, seaweed and a dirty hot dog

I’ve got a hole where my stomach disappeared

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, I gotta think you’re really weird

 

Well, your grandpa’s cane, it turns into a sword

Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board

Everything inside my pockets your uncle steals

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, I can’t believe that you’re for real

 

Well, there’s fistfights in the kitchen, they’re enough to make me cry

Then the mailman comes in and even he’s gotta take a side

Even the butler, he’s got something to prove

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, how come you don't move

 

VARIATIONS On The Road Again. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home. Recorded 15 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #13

 

Well, I wake up in the morning, there’s frogs inside my socks

Your mama, she’s hidin’ inside the icebox

Your daddy walks in wearin’ a Napoleon Bonaparte mask

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, do you have to ask?

 

Well, I go to pet your monkey and I get a face full of claws

I ask them who’s in the fireplace and you tell me Santa Claus

     I ask who’s out in the fireplace and you say it's Santa Claus                                            13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #12

The milkman comes in, he's wearing a derby hat

     The room is so cold, I've got to wear my hat                                                                          13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, how come you have to asked me that

     Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, I can't believe you asked me that               13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #12

 

Well, I go to get something to eat, I’m hungry as a hog

So, I get brown rice, seaweed and a dirty hot dog

     So, I get brown rice, seaweed and a hot dog                                                                         13 Jan 1965, BIABHS #1

I’ve got a hole where my stomach disappeared

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, I gotta think you’re really weird

 

Well, your grandpa’s cane, it turns into a sword

Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board

     Your grandma prays to pictures that are posted up on a board                                          15 Jan 1965, BIABHS #7

Everything inside my pockets your uncle steals

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, I can’t believe that you’re for real

 

Well, there’s fistfights in the kitchen, they’re enough to make me cry

Then the mailman comes in and even he’s gotta take a side

Even the butler, he’s got something to prove

Then you ask why I don’t live here, honey, how come you don't move

     Then you ask me why I don’t live here, honey, I gotta asked you why you don't move    13-1-1965, BIABHS #12

 

On The Road Again. 19650113#1, 19650114#4, 19650115#1#7#13

 

 

Farewell Angelina (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

13 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 2, 12

 

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown

Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound

The triangle tingles, the music plays slow

But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire and I must go

 

There is no use in talkin' and there's no need for blame

There is nothing to prove, ev’rything still is the same

A table stands empty by the edge of the stream

But farewell Angelina, the sky is changin' colors and I must leave

 

The jacks and the queens, they forsake the courtyard

Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guards

In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild

Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I’ll see you after a while

 

See the cross-eyed pirates sit perched in the sun

Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun

And the corporals and neighbors clap and cheer with each blast

But farewell Angelina, the sky it is tremblin' and I must leave fast

 

King Kong, little elves in the rooftops they dance

Valentino-type tangos while the heroes clean hands

Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone

Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over and I must be gone

 

The camouflaged parrot, he flutters from fear

When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears

What cannot be imitated perfect must die

Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over and I must go where it is dry

 

Machine guns are roaring, puppets heave rocks

At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks

Call me any name you like I will never deny it

But farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting, I must go where it’s quiet

 

Farewell Angelina. 19650113#1

 

 

You Don't Have To Do That (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

13 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

You say that you're fed up, you say you're gonna head off

Then you run around packin' like a chicken with your head off

I just wanna ask you, Honey where are you at?

'Cause I tell you all the time, you don't have to do that

I wanna play on the piano...

 

You Don't Have To Do That. 19650113#1

 

 

California (Bob Dylan)

First performed 13 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

13 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

I’m goin’ down south beneath the borderline

I’m goin’ down south beneath the borderline

Some fat momma kissed my mouth one time

 

Well, I knew it this morning without a shadow of doubt

I knew it this morning without a shadow of doubt

My suitcase is packed, my clothes are hangin’ out

 

San Francisco’s fine, you sure get lots of sun

San Francisco is fine, you sure get lots of sun

But I’m used to four seasons, California’s got but one

 

Well, I got my dark sunglasses, I got for good luck my black tooth

I got my dark sunglasses and for good luck I got my black tooth

Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’, I just might tell you the truth

 

California. 19650113

 

 

Mavis (Bob Dylan)

1965. Unreleased song recorded during Bringing It All Back Home. Mentioned in Isis

 

 

Maggie's Farm (Bob Dylan)

First performed 15 January 1965, New York City, New York

 

15 January 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. Bringing It All Back Home recording session #1. Released on Bringing It All Back Home

 

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more, no, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain

I got a head full of ideas that are drivin’ me insane

It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor. I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

 

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more, no, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more

Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime

He asks you with a grin if you’re havin’ a good time

Then he fines you every time you slam the door. I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more

 

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more, no, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks

His bedroom window it is made out of bricks

The National Guard stands around his door. Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

 

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more, no, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law

Everybody says she’s the brains behind pa

She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s fifty-four. I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

 

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

Well, I try my best to be just like I am

But everybody wants you to be just like them

They say "sing while you slave" and I just get bored. I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

 

VARIATIONS Maggie's Farm. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home. Recorded 15 January 1965, Bringing It All Back Home recording session #1

 

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more, no, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain

I got a head full of ideas that are drivin’ me insane

It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

 

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more, no, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more

Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime

     Well, he hands me a nickel, fines you a dime                                                                      31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     [???]                                                                                                                                                      4 Jan 1974, Chicago

     Well, he fines you a nickel, he hands me a dime                                                14 Feb 1974, Los Angeles, evening

     Well, he gives you a nickel and he gives you a dime                                                                20 June 1978, London

     Well, he fines you a nickel, fines you a dime                                                                               25 July 1981, Avignon

He asks you with a grin if you’re havin’ a good time

Then he fines you every time you slam the door, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more

 

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more, no, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks

     Well, he puts his cigar out in my face just for kicks                                                             31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     [???] [sell out] in your face for kicks                                                                                       23 May 1976, Fort Collins

     Talks to all the servants about man and God and law                                                                 1 March 1978, Tokyo

     Well, he [??? and wears his boots on for kicks]                                                                      11 Nov 1981, Cincinnati

His bedroom window it is made out of bricks

     Everybody says, he's the brains behind ma                                                                                  1 March 1978, Tokyo

     His bedroom windows are made out of bricks                                                                               10 Nov 1978, Seattle

The National Guard stands around his door

     [???]                                                                                                                                              28 Aug 1965, BIABHS #1

     She’s sixty-eight, but she says he’s twenty-four                                                                           1 March 1978, Tokyo

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

 

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more, no, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law

     Well, she talks to all the servants about God and man and law                                          3 Sep 1965,Los Angeles

     [She's talks like a little prophet] about man and God and law                                           31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     Well, she puts her cigar out in my face just for kicks                                                                    1 March 1978, Tokyo

Everybody says she’s the brains behind pa

     Everybody tells me, she's the brains behind papa                                                              31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     Her bedroom window it is made out of bricks                                                                                1 March 1978, Tokyo

She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s fifty-four

     She’s seventy-two, but she says she’s twenty-four                                              25 Jul 1965, Newport Folk Festival

     She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four                                                      28 Aug 1965, Forrest Hills, NYC

     She’s sixty-eight, but looks like twenty-four                                                                            23 Jan 1976, Rehearsals

     The National Guard stands around his door                                                                                  1 March 1978, Tokyo

     She's sixty but says she's twenty four                                                                                       11 Nov 1981, Cincinnati

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

 

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

Well, I try my best to be just like I am

     Well, I try to be just like I am                                                                                                     3 Sep 1965, Los Angeles

But everybody wants you to be just like them

     But everybody wants me to be just like them                                                                       31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

They say, sing while you slave, and I just get bored.

     They say, sing while you slave, and I get bored, oh so bored                           3 May 1976, New Orleans, evening

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

 

Maggie's Farm. 650115#1, 650725, 650828, 650903, 651030, 690831, 740104, 740211, 740214eve, 760123#1#2, 760417, 760429eve, 760503eve, 760511, 760512, 760518, 760523, 771230, 7801??, 780228, 780301, 780302, 7804??, 780602, 780620, 780623, 780701, 780704, 780706, 780715, 780919, 781020, 781101, 781110, 781115, 781210, 810627, 810629, 810725, 811104, 811112