Volume 8. Blonde On Blonde

 

 

Please Don't Leave Me (Writer unknown)

First performed September 1965, Woodstock, New York

 

 

Medicine Sunday (Bob Dylan)

First performed 5 October 1965, Columbia Recording Studios, New York City, New York

 

5 October 1965, Columbia Recording Studios, New York City, New York, Studio A, The 1st Blonde On Blonde session #1 Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

Well, that midnight train pulled on all down the track

You’re standing there watching, with your hands tied behind your back

And you smile so pretty, and nod to the prison guard

Well, I know you want my loving, mama but you’re so hard

 

Medicine Sunday. 19651005#1

 

 

Jet Pilot (Bob Dylan)

First performed 5 October 1965, Columbia Recording Studios, New York City, New York

 

5 October 1965, Columbia Recording Studios, New York City, New York, Studio A, The 1st Blonde On Blonde session #1 Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down.

All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town.

She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench.

She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch.

She got all the downtown boys, all at her command

But you've got to watch her closely 'cause she ain't no woman

She's a man.

 

Jet Pilot. 19651005#1

 

 

I Wanna Be Your Lover (Bob Dylan)

First performed 5 October 1965, Columbia Recording Studios, New York City, New York

 

5 October 1965, Columbia Recording Studios, New York City, New York, Studio A, The 1st Blonde On Blonde session #6 Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand but the judge says, Mona can’t have no bond

And the walls collide, Mona cries and the rainman leaves in the wolfman’s disguise

 

Oh, woo

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

I wanna be your lover, baby

I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

 

Well, the undertaker in his midnight suit says to the mad man, Ain’t you cute!

Well, the mad man he gets up on the shelf and he says, You ain’t so bad yourself

 

Ah, ooh

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

I wanna be your lover, baby

I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

 

Well, jumpin’ Judy can’t go no higher, she got bullets in her eyes, and they fire

Rasputin he’s so dignified he touched the back of her head an’ he died

 

Oh, ooh

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

I wanna be your lover, baby

I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

 

Ah ha

 

Well, Phaedra with her looking glass, When she lays upon the grass

She gets all messed up and she faints, that’s ’cause she’s so obvious and you ain’t

 

Ah, oh

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

I wanna be your lover, baby

I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

 

VARIATIONS I Wanna Be Your Lover. Compared with the take released on the Bootleg Series volume 12, recorded 5 October 1965, Columbia Recording Studios, New York City, New York, Studio A, The 1st Blonde On Blonde session #6

 

Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand

     Well, the rainman's coming and he's waving his wand                                                              5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#1

But the judge says, Mona can’t have no bond

     The judge says, Mona can’t have no bond                                                                                  5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#1

And the walls collide, Mona cries

     [??? She] starts to cry                                                                                                                     5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#1

     The walls collide, Mona cries                                                                                                         5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#2

And the rainman leaves in the wolfman’s disguise

     The rainman leaves in the wolf's disguise                                                                                   5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#1

     Rainman leaves in the wolfman’s disguise                                                                                  5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#2

 

Oh, woo

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

     I wanna be your partner, baby, I wanna be your man                                                               5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#1

I wanna be your lover, baby

     I wanna be your partner, baby, I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours                              5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#1

 

Well, the undertaker in his midnight suit

     Now the undertaker in his midnight suit                                                                                     5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#2?

Says to the mad man, Ain’t you cute!

Well, the mad man he gets up on the shelf

     The mad man he jumps up on the shelf                                                                                    5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#2?

And he says, You ain’t so bad yourself

 

Ah, ooh

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

I wanna be your lover, baby, I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

 

Well, jumpin’ Judy can’t go no higher

She got bullets in her eyes, and they fire

Rasputin he’s so dignified

He touched the back of her head an’ he died

 

Oh, ooh

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

I wanna be your lover, baby, I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

 

Ah ha

 

Well, Phaedra with her looking glas

When she lays upon the grass

She gets all messed up and she faints

     She gets all messed up, she faints                                                                                               5 Oct 1965, BOBRS#2

That’s ’cause she’s so obvious and you ain’t

 

Ah, oh

 

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man

I wanna be your lover, baby, I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

     I wanna be your lover, baby, I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours             5 Oct 1965, #2

 

I Wanna Be Your Lover. 19651005#1#2#6

 

 

Number One Instrumental (Bob Dylan)

5 Oktober 1965. On Bootleg series12deluxe released As Unknown Instrumental

 

 

Visions Of Johanna (Bob Dylan)

First performed 17 October 1965, Baltimore, Maryland

 

14 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 6th Blonde On Blonde session #4. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet?

We're sit here stranded, 'though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft, in this room the heat pipes just cough

The country music station plays soft, but there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined, and these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

 

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain

And the all-night girls, they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight ask himself if it's him or them that's insane

Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near, she's delicate and seems like the mirror

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear that Johanna’s not here

The ghost of ’electricity howls in the bones of her face, where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

 

Yeah, ah, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

And when bringing her name up he speaks of her farewell kiss to me

He sure got a lotta gall, to be so useless and all

Muttering small talk at the wall, while I’m in the hall

Oh, how can I explain? It’s so hard to get on, and these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

 

Inside of the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues, you can tell by the way that she smiles

See the primitive wallflower freeze when the jelly-faced women all sneeze

Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze, I can’t find my knees”

The jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

 

The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him

Saying, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”

But like Louise always says, “Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?” as she herself prepares for him

And Madonna, she still has not showed, we see the empty cage now corrode

Where her cape of the stage once has flowed, the fiddler, he now steps to the road

He writes “Everything's been returned which was owed” on the back of the fish truck that loads

While my conscience explodes

The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain, and these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

 

VARIATIONS Visions of Johanna. Compared with the take released on Highway 61 Revisited, 14 February 1966, The 6th Blonde On Blonde session #4.

 

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet?

We're sit here stranded, 'though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it

     We sit here stranded, though we’re doin’ our best to deny it                                               30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     We sit here stranded, we’re all doin’ our best to deny it                                                       30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     We sit here stranded, 'though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it                                         30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #8

     We're sitting here stranded, 'though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it                            30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft, in this room the heat pipes just cough

     The lights flicker from the opposite loft, in this room the heat pipes just cough                30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #1

     Lights flicker from the opposite loft, in this room the heat pipes they cough                     30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     Lights flicker from the opposite loft, in this room the heat pipes they just cough              30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     Lights flicker from the opposite loft, in this room the heat pipes cough                              30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #8

The country music station plays soft, but there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined, and these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

 

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain

And the all-night girls, they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train

     And the all-night girls whisper of escapades out on the “D” train                                        30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

We can hear the night watchman

click his flashlight ask himself if it's him or them that's insane

     click his flashlight ask himself if he's insane                                                                           30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     clicking his flashlight asking himself if he's really insane                                                      30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     click his flashlight ask himself if it's him that's really insane                                              30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

     click his flashlight ask himself if it's him or them that should be insane                                    13 Apr 1966, Sydney

     click his flashlight ask himself just who of them is really insane                                            15 May 1966, Leicester

     click his flashlight ask himself if it's him or them who should be insane                               20 May 1966, Edinburg

     click his flashlight ask himself just who of them is the really insane                                             24 May 1966, Paris

     click his flashlight ask himself just who of that who it’s them that’s really insane                  26 May 1966, London

     click his flashlight ask himself if it's him or them who's insane                                                     6 Feb 1974, Denver

     click his flashlight ask himself who's really insane                                                                   18 April 1976, Lakeland

Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near, she's delicate and seems like the mirror

     Louise, she’s all right, she’s just too near, like silk she seems like the mirror                   30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     Louise, she’s all right, she’s just too near, she's steady, seems like the mirror             30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

     And Louise, she’s all right, she’s just too near, she's delicate, she seems like the mirror   27 May 1966, London

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear that Johanna’s not here

     But she just makes it all too clear that Johanna’s not here                                                  30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     She just makes is all too concise and too clear that Johanna’s not here                           30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     But she all just makes it too concise and too clear that Johanna’s not here                     30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #8

     But she all just makes it all too clear that Johanna’s not here                                           30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

     Ah, this ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face                                                   30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     Where ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face                                                  30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

 

Yeah, a little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously

     Little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously                                                                           30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

     He boosts of his misery, he likes to live dangerously                                                            30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     He likes to boost of his misery, while living so dangerously                                                 30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     Boosts of his misery, he likes to live dangerously                                                                 30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #8

     Boosts of his misery, he likes to live so dangerously                                                          30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

And when bringing her name up he speaks of her farewell kiss to me

     And while bringing her name up he speaks of her farewell kiss to me                               30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

He sure got a lotta gall, to be so useless and all

     Yes, he’s got a lotta gall to be so useless and small                                                             30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     He’s got a lotta gall to be so useless and so small                                                                30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     He got a lotta gall to be so useless and all                                                                             30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #8

     Yes, he sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all                                                          30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

Muttering small talk at the wall, while I’m in the hall

     Muttering his small talk at the wall, while I’m in the hall                                                        30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     He mutters his small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall                                                      30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall                                                               30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #8

     With his small talk hitting the wall while I’m in the hall                                                        30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

Oh, how can I explain? It’s so hard to get on

And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

     And those visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn                                           30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     And those visions of Johanna, they kept me up till the dawn                                            30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

 

Inside of the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

     Inside of the museums, Infinity’s going up on trial                                                                17 May 1966,Manchester

Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

     Voices echo this is what salvation's like after a while                                                           30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

     But even Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues                                                                21 May 1966, Newcastle

You can tell by the way that she smiles

     You can tell by her smiles                                                                                                          30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     You can tell that by the way she smiles                                                                                   30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     You can tell that by the way that she smiles                                                                        30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

See the primitive wallflower freeze when the jelly-faced women all sneeze

     See the primitive wallflower freeze where the jelly-faced women all sneeze                    30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     See the primitive wallflower freeze when the jelly-faced women all sneeze                    17 May 1966,Manchester

Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze, I can’t find my knees”

The jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

     Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule                                                       30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule                                                 30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

     Where these visions of Johanna, make it all seem so cruel                                                      27 May 1966, London

 

The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him

     The fiddler now speaks to the princess who’s pretending to care for him                         30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     The fiddler speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him                                 30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #7

     The fiddler plays for the countess who’s pretending to care for him                                   30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #8

     The fiddler speaks to the countess who’s pretends that she cares for him                     30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

Saying, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”

     He says, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll say a prayer for him”            30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     Saying, “Name me somebody that’s not a parasite                                                                        5 May 1966, Dublin

But like Louise always says, “Ya can’t look at much, can you man?” as she herself prepares for him

     And like Louise always says, “Ya can’t look at much, can you man?” as she prepares for him      30-11-1965 #5

And Madonna, she still has not showed, we see the empty cage now corrode

     Madonna, she still has not showed, and we see the empty cage now corrode                30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     And Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode                    27 May 1966, London

Where her cape of the stage once has flowed

The fiddler, he now steps to the road

     The peddler, he steps to the road                                                                                               30-11-1965, BOBRS #5

     The peddlefiddler, he now steps to the road                                                                           20 May 1966, Edinburgh

He writes “Everything's been returned which was owed” on the back of the fish truck that loads

     Everything's gone which was owed, he examines the nightingale's code                         30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     Still written on a fish truck that loads                                                                                        30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

     Still left on a fish truck that loads                                                                                            30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #14

     [through that farmers] fish truck that loads                                                                      5 Feb 1966, NY, Westchester

     Knowing everything's been returned which was owed                                                              6 Feb 1966, Pittsburgh

     Saying, “Name me somebody that’s not a parasite                                                                        5 May 1966, Dublin

While my conscience explodes

     My conscience explodes                                                                                                            30 Nov 1965, BOBRS #5

The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain, and these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

 

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Long Distance Operator (Bob Dylan)

First performed 26 November 1965, Chicago, Illinois (Unconfirmed)

 

12 December 1965, Civic Auditorium, San José, California On The 50th Anniversary Collection 1965 (Also dated as 4 December 1965, Berkeley Community Theatre, Berkeley, California

 

Long-distance operator, place this call, it's not for fun

Long-distance operator, please, this call, it's not for fun

I'm trying to get a message to my baby, you know, she's not just anyone

 

There is thousands in the phone booth, thousands at the gate

There is thousands in the phone booth, thousands at the gate

Everybody wants to make a long-distance call tonight, but everybody just gonna have to wait

 

Well, she don't need no shotgun, blades are not her style

She don't need no shotgun, blades are not her style

She can poison you with her eyes, she can kill you with her smile

 

If her call's from Louisiana, please let her ride

If her call comes from Louisiana, lease let her ride

Wherever he's going to be about exploding in a flash colored [???] red into the light

 

Everybody wants to be my friend, nobody wants to get higher

Everybody wants to be my friend, nobody wants to get higher

Long-distance operator, I believe I'm strangled in this telephone wire

 

Long Distance Operator. 19651212

 

 

She's Your Lover Now (Bob Dylan)

First performed 21 January 1966, New York City, New York

 

21 January 1966, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 3rd Blonde On Blonde session #16. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 2, Vol. 12

 

Oh, how the pawnbroker roared, also so did the landlord, the scene be so crazy, wasn’t it?

They both were so glad to see me destroy everything I had,pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn’t it?

Why didn’t you just leave me if you didn’t want to stay? Why’d you wanna hurt me so bad? Did it have to be that way?

Now you stand here saying "Is there anything I got left to say?

Änd you, I see you still with her, well That’s fine but she’s comin’ on so strange, can’t you tell?

Take off her iron chain, I think you better explain, I’d do it, but I just can’t remember how,

Talk to her, you're her lover now

 

I've already assumed they were in the felony room but I ain’t a judge, you don’t have to be nice to me

But please tell that to your friend in the cowboy hat, he keeps on sayin’ ev’rythin’ twice to me

You know I was straight with you, you know I’ve never tried to change you in any way

You know that if you didn’t want to be with me that you didn’t have to stay

Now you stand here sayin’ you forgive me, what do you expect me to say?

And you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you reach?

I see you kiss her on the cheek ev’rytime she gives a speech, with her postcards of the pyramid

And her snapshots of Billy the Kid (they're all so nice but why must everybody bow?)

Explain it to her, you’re her lover now

 

Ev’rybody that cares, they are goin’ up the castle stairs but I’m not up in the castle, honey

I just can’t recall San Francisco at all, I can’t even remember El Paso, honey

You knew you never had to be faithful I never wanted you to grieve

Why was it so hard for you if you don’t want to be with me, just to leave?

Why must you stand there now with your finger’s goin’ up my sleeve

An’ you, just what do you do anyway? Isn't there anything you can really say?

When she's standin’ on the bar soon with a fish head an’ her harpoon an’ a fake beard plastered on her brow

You’d better do somethin’, she’s your lover now

 

Must I been so saddish, do I look like Charles Atlas? Do you think I still got what use to got, babe

My voice is really warm. It's just that it ain't got any form, it's just like a dead man's last pistol shot baby

Ah, your mouth used to be so naked, you're eyes used to be so blue

Your hurts used to be so nameless, your tears used to be so few

Now your eyes cry wolf while your mouth cries, I'm not scared of animals like you

And you, there's nothing about you can recall, I just saw you that one time and you were just there, that's all

But I've already being kissed, I'm not going to get into this, I couldn't make it anyhow

You do it for me, you're her lover now

 

VARIATIONS She's Your Lover Now. Compared with the take Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 2, Vol. 12. 21 January 1966, the 3rd Blonde On Blonde session #16

 

Oh, how the pawnbroker roared, also so did the landlord

     Ah, you, the pawnbroker roared,he was going for the landlord                                         21 Janu 1966, BOBRS #1

     The pawnbroker he just roared and it was good for the landlord                                         21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Your pawnbroker roared, also so did the landlord                                                               21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

The scene be so crazy, wasn’t it?

     the scene is so crazy, wasn’t it?                                                                                             21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

They both were so glad to see me destroy everything I had

     Both were so glad to watch me destroy what I had                                                             21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     Both were so glad see me destroy everything I had                                                              21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Both were so glad to see me lose everything I had                                                               21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn’t it?

Why didn’t you just leave me if you didn’t want to stay?

Why’d you wanna hurt me so bad? Did it have to be that way?

     Why’d you wanna have to hurt me so bad?                                                                            21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Why’d you had to hurt me so bad?                                                                                           21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Why’d you had to treat me so bad? Did it have to be that way?                                       21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Now you stand here saying "Is there anything I got left to say?

     Now you stand here saying me something that you forgot to say that day                        21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Now you stand here and ask me if there's something I forgot to say?                               21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Now you stand here expecting me to remember something you forgot to say               21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

And you, I see you still with her, well

     Yes, and you, I see you still with her, well                                                                             21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

What’s fine but she’s comin’ on so strange, can’t you tell?

     That’s fine but she’s comin’ on so strange, can’t you tell?                                                 21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Take off her iron chain, I think you better explain

     You must tryin' explain, you must take away her iron chain                                                 21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     I think you better explain what you should really do with her iron chain                             21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Somebody better explain, she's got her iron chain                                                              21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

I’d do it, but I just can’t remember how,

Talk to her, you're her lover now

 

I've already assumed they were in the felony room

     Yes, I see ya soon, the're now in the felony room                                                                  21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Yes, I've, I've already assumed doing that in the felony room                                             21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

But I ain’t a judge, you don’t have to be nice to me

But please tell that to your friend in the cowboy hat

He keeps on sayin’ ev’rythin’ twice to me

     you know, he keeps on sayin’ ev’rythin’ twice to me                                                           21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

You know I was straight with you, you know I’ve never tried to change you in any way

You know that if you didn’t want to be with me that you didn’t have to stay

Now you stand here sayin’ you forgive me, what do you expect me to say?

     Now you stand here sayin’ you forgive me, well, what can I say?                                       21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Now you stand here sayin’ you forgive and forget. Honey, what can I say?                   21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

And you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you reach?

     Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you reach?                               21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

I see you kiss her on the cheek ev’rytime she gives a speech

With her postcards of the pyramid and her snapshots of Billy the Kid

     With her picture books of the pyramid and her snapshots of Billy the Kid                         21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     With her picture books of the pyramid and her postcards of Billy the Kid                        21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

(they're all so nice but why must everybody bow?)

      they're all nice but I refuse to stand here and bow?

      (must everybody bow?)                                                                                                           21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Explain it to her, you’re her lover now

     You better talk to her ’bout it, you’re her lover now                                                              21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

 

Ev’rybody that cares, they are goin’ up the castle stairs

     Oh, ev’rybody that cares is goin’ up the castle stairs but                                                    21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

But I’m not up in the castle, honey

I just can’t recall San Francisco at all

     It’s true, I just can’t recall San Francisco at all                                                                      21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

I can’t even remember El Paso, honey

You knew you never had to be faithful I never wanted you to grieve

     Never had to be faithful, I never expected you to grieve                                                       21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Never had to be faithful, I never wanted you to grieve                                                        21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Why was it so hard for you if you don’t want to be with me, just to leave?

     Oh, why was it so hard for you, if you didn’t want to be with me, just to leave?             21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Why must you stand there now with your finger’s goin’ up my sleeve

     Now you stand here with your finger’s goin’ up my sleeve                                                   21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Now you stand here why are your finger’s goin’ up my sleeve                                          21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

An’ you, just what do you do anyway? Isn't there anything you can really say?

     What are you something amused? Isn't there nothing you can say?

     An’ you, just what do you do anyway? Ain’t there nothin’ you can say?                          21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

When she's standin’ on the bar soon with a fish head an’ her harpoon

     She’ll be standin’ on the bar soon with a fish head an’ a harpoon                                    21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

An’ a fake beard plastered on her brow

You’d better do somethin’, she’s your lover now

     You’d better do somethin’ quick, she’s your lover now                                                       21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

 

Must I been so saddish, do I look like Charles Atlas?

     Must I fall for this madness , do I look like Charles Atlas?                                                    21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     Oh, why must I fall into the sadness, do I look like Charles Atlas?                                   21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Do you think I still got what use to got, babe

My voice is really warm. It's just that it ain't got any form

     My voice is really warm, it's just that it got no form                                                              21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

It's just like a dead man's last pistol shot baby

     but it's just like a dead man's last pistol shot baby                                                               21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Ah, your mouth used to be so naked, your eyes used to be so blue

Your hurts used to be so nameless, your tears used to be so few

 

Now your eyes cry wolf while your mouth cries, I'm not scared of animals like you

     Now your mouth cries wolf while ...                                                                                        21 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

And you, there's nothing about you can recall

I just saw you that one time and you were just there, that's all

But I've already being kissed, I'm not going to get into this, I couldn't make it anyhow

You do it for me, you're her lover now

 

She's Your Lover Now. 19660121#1#6#15#16

 

 

Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat (Bob Dylan)

First performed 25 January 1966, New York City, New York

 

10 March 1966. Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #1. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Well, I see you got your, brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Yes, I see you got your, brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Well, you must tell me, baby, how your head feels under somethin’ like that

Under your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

Well, you look so it so pretty in it, honey, can I jump on it sometime?

Yes, I just wanna see if it’s really the expensive kind

You know it balances on your head, just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine

Your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

Well, if you wanna see the sun rise, honey, I know where

We’ll go out and see it sometime, we’ll both just sit there and stare

Me with my belt wrapped around my head and you just sittin’ there

In your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you, it’s bad for your health, he said

Yes, I disobeyed his orders, I came to see you but I found him there instead

You know, I don’t mind him cheatin’ on me, but I sure wish he’d take that off his head

Your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

Well, I see you got a new boyfriend, y' know, I never seen him before

Then I saw you makin’ love with him, you forgot to close the garage door

You might think he loves you for your money, but I know what he really loves you for

It’s your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

VARIATIONS Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde. Recorded 10 March 1966. The 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #1

 

Well, I see you got your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Yes, I see you got your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Well, you must tell me, baby, how your head feels under somethin’ like that

     Well, tell me now, baby, how's your head feel under that                                                     25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, tell me baby, how 's your head feel under something like that                                   27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Well you must tell me baby, how your head must feel under something like that          14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #6b

     Well, now tell me baby, how 's your head feel under something like that                    14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #6b-2

     Well, you must tell me mama, how your head feels under something like that            14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11b

     Well, you know you must baby, how's your head feels under something like that                26 May 1966, London

Under your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

Well, you look so it so pretty in it, honey, can I jump on it sometime?

     Well, you wear it so pretty, honey, can I jump on it sometime?                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     It looks so pretty, honey can I jump on it some time                                                              27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     You look so pretty, honey can I jump on it some time                                                         14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #6b

     You know you look so pretty in it, honey can I jump on it some time                            14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #6b-2

Yes, I just wanna see if it’s really the expensive kind

     Well, you wear it so pretty, can I jump on it sometime?                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, you wear it so pretty, honey, can I jump on it sometime?                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Well, it looks so pretty, is it really the expensive kind                                                            27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Well, I just wanna see if it’s really the expensive kind                                                           14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

     Yes, I just like to see if it’s really the expensive kind                                                       14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #6b-2

     And I just wanna see if it’s the expensive kind                                                                       14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #8

     You know I just wanna see if it's really the expensive kind                                                14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

     Yes, I [???] see, is it really the explosing kind                                                                  3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     Yes, I wanna see, is it really the explosive kind                                                               4 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

You know it balances on your head, just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine

     You know it balances on your head, like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, it balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine              27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     It sure sits on your head , just like a mattress on a bottle of wine                                              4 Jan 1974, Chicago

Your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

     Well, you don't feel no trouble, no you don't feel no pain                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

          Well, I see you don't feel no trouble, I see you don't feel no pain                                  27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Well, you don't feel no trouble, you ain't scared but it's not strain                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

          Well, I see you don't feel no trouble, I see you don't feel no pain                                  27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Well, you look pretty good, riding a camel, honey, but are you ever gonna [half it's reign]     15-1-66, BOBRS #2

     Your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat                                                                                25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

 

Well, if you wanna see the sun rise, honey, I know where

     Well, if you wanna see the sun, honey, I know where                                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     You wanna see the sun rise, honey I know where                                                                 27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

We’ll go out and see it sometime, we’ll both just sit there and stare

     Mmm, if you wanna see the sun, we’ll just sit there and stare                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     If you wanna see the sun rise, honey I know where                                                              27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Yes we go out and see it sometime, we both just sit there and stare                            14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11b

     We’ll talk and seeing it some times, we’ll both just sit there and stare                                    26 May 1966, London

Me with my belt wrapped around my head and you just sittin’ there

     Well we gonna do it, me with my belt wrapped around my head and you just sitting there                27 1 1966, #2

     You with my belt wrapped around your head and me just sittin’ there                               14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #8

     You with my belt wrapped around my head and you just sitting theare                         14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11b

     Me with my belt around my head and you just sittin’ there                                                          4 Jan 1974, Chicago

In your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

     In my brand new leopard-skin pill-box                                                                                 14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11b

 

Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you, it’s bad for your health, he said

     Well, I, I asked the doctor, could see you, but he said it was bad for my health, he said         25 1 66, BOBRS #1

     Well, doctor if I could see you, it's bad for your health son, he said                                 14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

Yes, I disobeyed his orders, I came to see you but I found him there instead

     Well, I disobeyed his orders, I came to see you and found him there instead                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, I disobeyed his orders, I went to see you and found him there instead                    25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #3

     Yes, but I disobeyed his orders, I came to see you but I found him there instead              16 May 1966, Sheffield

     Yes, I disobeyed his orders, I came to see you but I found him instead                                 26 May 1966, London

You know, I don’t mind him cheatin’ on me, but I sure wish he’d take that off his head

     Well, I don’t mind his cheatin’, but how come he was wearing on his head                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well I don't mind him cheating but I sure wish he'd take that off his head                         25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Well I don’t mind him cheatin’ on me, but I sure wish he'd get that off his head            14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

Your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

 

Well, I see you got a new boyfriend, y' know, I never seen him before

     Well, I see you got a new boyfriend, well, I don't wanna see him no more                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, I see you got a new boyfriend, no I never seen him before                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Well, I see you got a new boyfriend, I never seen him before                                           27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2-i

     Yes I see you got a new boyfriend, y' know I never seen him before                                 14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Then I saw you makin’ love with him, you forgot to close the garage door

     Well, I saw you makin’ love with him, you forgot to close the garage door                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, I saw you making love, you forgot to close the garage door                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     Yes, I saw you makin’ love with him, you forgot to close the garage door                       27 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2-i

     I saw you making love with him, you forgot to close the garage door                                14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

You might think he loves you for your money, but I know what he really loves you for

     You might think he loves you for your money, but that ain't thru, I know what he really loves you for        25-1 #1

     You might think he loves you for your money but you're wrong, I know what he really loves you for          14-2 #3

     You think he loves you for your body but I know that really ain't the reason what for      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     You might think he wants you for your lovin' but you're wrong, I know what he really wants you for       27-1, #2-i

     You might think he only wants you for your money but I know what he really wants you for             14-2-1966 #8

It’s your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat

     Your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat                                                                                25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

 

     Well, I don't drink whiskey, no, I don't drink gin                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     But I'm so dirty, honey, I been working all day in a coal bin                                                 25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Right now, I wanna see you, honey, will you let me in                                                          25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat                                                                                25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

 

     Well, can I be your chauffeur, honey, can I be your chauffeur                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, you can ride with me, honey, I'll be your chauffeur                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     Just as long as you stay in the car, if ye get out and start to walk, you just might topple over           25-1-1966 #1

     In your brand-new leopard-skin pill-box hat                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

 

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One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 25 January 1966, New York City, New York

 

25 January 1966, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 3rd Blonde On Blonde session #24. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

I didn’t mean to treat you so bad, you shouldn’t take it so personal

I didn’t mean to make you so sad, you just happened to be there, that’s all

When I saw you say Goodbye to your friend and smile, I thought that it was well understood

That you’d be comin’ back in a little while, I didn’t know that you were sayin’ Goodbye for good

 

But, sooner or later, one of us must know that you just did what you’re supposed to do

Sooner or later, one of us must know that I really did try to get close to you

 

I couldn’t see what you could show me, your scarf had kept your mouth well hid

I couldn’t see how you could know me but you said you knew me and I believed you did

When you whispered in my ear and asked me if I was leavin’ with you or her

I didn’t realize just what I did hear, I didn’t realize how young you were

 

But sooner or later, one of us must know that you're just doin' what you’re supposed to do

Sooner or later, one of us must know that I really did try to get close to you

 

I couldn’t see when it started snowin’, your voice was all that I heard

I couldn’t see where we were goin’ but you said you knew an’ I took your word

And then you told me later, as I apologized that you were just kiddin’ me, you weren't really from the farm

And I told you, as you clawed my eyes that I never really meant to do you any harm

 

But sooner or later, one of us must know that you just did what you’re supposed to do

Sooner or later, one of us must know that I really did try to get close to you

 

VARIATIONS One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later). Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde, 25 January 1966, the 3rd Blonde On Blonde session #24

 

I didn’t mean to treat you so bad

     I didn't mean for you hurt you so bad                                                                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     I didn’t mean to hurt you so bad                                                                                                25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     I didn't mean to treat you so bad                                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #11

You shouldn’t take it so personal

     I didn't mean for you to be that small                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

     I didn't mean to be sad, that's all                                                                                               25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     You were just in line for a fall                                                                                                     25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

     You were heading for a…                                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #14

     You are just going for a fall                                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     You shouldn't take everything so personal                                                                            25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #21

I didn’t mean to make you so sad

     I didn't mean to make you feel so sad                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

you just happened to be there, that’s all

     you just happen to be there at the wrong time, that's all                                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #1

When I saw you say goodbye to your friend and smile

     Yes, I saw you say goodbye to your friend and smile                                                            25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     When I saw you say goodbye to your friend and then smile                                              25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #23

I thought that it was well understood

     I thought it was understood                                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     But I thought that you understood                                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

     But I thought that it was understood                                                                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

That you’d be comin’ back in a little while

     You'd be back in a little while                                                                                                     25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     That he'd be back in a little while                                                                                              25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

     That you'd be back in just a little while                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

I didn’t know that you were sayin’ goodbye for good

     I didn’t know you were sayin’ goodbye” for good                                                                    25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

 

     Now you're glad it's through, that I'm feeling so mad                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

     That I leave you cry but I didn't mean to hurt you so bad                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #2

 

But, sooner or later, one of us must know

     Now, sooner or later, one of us must know                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

That you just did what you’re supposed to do

     That you only did what you had to do                                                                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

     That you just did what you had to do                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

Sooner or later, one of us must know

     Sooner or later one of us must show                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

     Sooner or later one of us will know                                                                                         25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

That I really did try to get close to you

     That I really wasn't so bad to you                                                                                              25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #9

     That I really didn't [???] so cool to you                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     That I really was so close to you                                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

 

I couldn’t see what you could show me

     I couldn’t tell what you could show me                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #19

     I couldn't tell just what was showing                                                                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     I didn't know what you could show me                                                                                  1 Feb 1978, Santa Monica

     I couldn't see what [???]                                                                                                                  19 May 1976, Wichita

Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid

     Her scarf had kept your mouth so hid                                                                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #4

     You had your scarf over your mouth, it was hid                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     Your scarf just had your mouth well hid                                                                                 25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

I couldn’t see how you could know me

     I didn't know how you could know me                                                                                   1 Feb 1978, Santa Monica

     I couldn’t tell how would if I be going                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #4

     I couldn't tell how much you were knowing                                                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     I couldn't tell how you could know me                                                                                    25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

But you said you knew me and I believed you did

     You said you knew me and I believed you did                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

When you whispered in my ear

     When you came up and whispered in my ear                                                                         25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #8

     Well, when you whispered to my ear                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

And asked me if I was leavin’ with you or her

I didn’t realize just what I did hear

I didn’t realize how young you were

 

But sooner or later, one of us must know

     I should oh, la, la, la, hard sleeping on the ground,                                                               25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #4

     Ah, sooner or later, one of us will know                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #8

     Now, sooner or later one of us must know                                                                            25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

That you're just doin' what you’re supposed to do

     Oh, she longed doing what they had to do                                                                              25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #4

     That you just did what you had to do                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #8

     That you only did what you had to do                                                                                    25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     That you just did what you supposed to do                                                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

Sooner or later, one of us must know

     But lo, la, lay, hard, breaking all around                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #4

     And sooner or later one of us will show                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #8

     And sooner or later one of us must show                                                                              25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

I really did try to get close to you

     I didn't really mean to hurt you like I do                                                                                    25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #4

     I really wasn't that bad to you                                                                                                    25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #8

     That I really wasn't so bad to you                                                                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     That I really tried to be so close to you                                                                                  25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

     That I really did try to get close to you                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #23

 

I couldn’t see when it started snowin’

     I couldn’t hear when it started snowin’                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #19

     Oh, I couldn't see how it started snowin'                                                                                25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

     [I don't know] when it started snowin’                                                                                            19 May 1976, Wichita

     I didn't know when it started snowin'                                                                                     1 Feb 1978, Santa Monica

Your voice was all that I heard

     All in rage you're so obscure                                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     your voice that spoke there was all I heard                                                                          25 Jan 1966, BOBRS  #19

     Your voice was all I heard                                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     Your voice was all that I have heard                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #23

I couldn’t see where we were goin’

     I couldn't tell where we were goin'                                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     I don't know where we were goin’                                                                                                   19 May 1976, Wichita

     I couldn't see`, just we were goin'                                                                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

But you said you knew and I took your word

     But you said you too and I took your word                                                                            7 June 1978, Los Angeles

And then you told me later, as I apologized

     Later when you said when I apologized                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     Later on you said when I apologized                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     When you told me later as I apologized                                                                                 25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

That you were just kiddin’ me, you weren't really from the farm

     It was something I didn't have to say                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

And I told you, as you clawed my eyes

     Why then did you try to claw my eyes                                                                                      25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     Then why did you try to claw my eyes                                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

That I never really meant to do you any harm

     Why did it have o be that way                                                                                                    25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     That I really didn't mean you any harm                                                                                  25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #19

     Was it cause I have it all that way

     That I never meant you any harm                                                                                           25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #23

 

But sooner or later, one of us must know

     [???] sooner or later, one of us would know                                                                            25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     Ah, but sooner or later, one of us must know                                                                       25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

     Oh, sooner or later, one of us must know                                                                              25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #18

That you just did what you’re supposed to do

     [???] had to do                                                                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     That you only did what you're supposed to do                                                                     25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

    That you're just doing what you supposed to do                                                                   25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #23

Sooner or later, one of us must know

     [???] on you                                                                                                                                  25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     Sooner or later one of us must show                                                                                        25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

That I really did try to get close to you

     But I really didn't mean to be so bad to you                                                                            25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #5

     That I really wasn't so bad to you                                                                                              25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #6

     That I really was so close to you                                                                                             25 Jan 1966, BOBRS #15

 

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Lunatic Princess (Bob Dylan)

First performed 27 January 1966, New York City

 

27 January 1966, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 3rd Blonde On Blonde #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

Why should you have to be so frantic, you always wanted to live in the past

Now, why you should be so Atlantic, you finally got your wish at last

You used to be oh, so modest with your arm around your cigarette machine

Now, you lost it all, I see, and all you got is your two-dollar bill and your hat full of gasoline

 

Well, you didn't know that I showed it and you, you sure didn't come

After all, things good be much worse

 

Lunatic Princess. 20660127

 

 

Tell Me, Momma (Bob Dylan)

First performed 5 February 1966, White Plains, New York

 

5 February 1966, White Plains, New York, Westchester County Center. Released on The 1966 Live Recordings

 

Grey dark glass don't make no mirror, cold black water dog make no tears

You say you love me with to you may be love, why are you used to makin' baby love?

I see, you got your steam drill, now you're lookin' for some kid

to get it to work for you just like your nine-pound hammer did

But I know that you know that you show, that I know you [???] tearing up your mind.

 

Tell me, momma, tell me, momma, Tell me, momma, what is it? What's wrong with you this time?

 

Well, they get on riding with your sweatheart freak, they all [??? hey don’t you tell her]

Sell all your [???] from your [???]

I know you love me but you [???]

[???], [???]

And I know that you know that I know that you show [???] is tearing on your mind)

 

6 May1966, Belfast, Ireland. Released on The 1966 Live Recordings

 

Coal black Bascom make no mirrors, cold black water don't make no tears

You say you love me but with may be love, don't you remember makin' baby love?

Yes, you got your steam drill, now you're lookin' for some k id

To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did

But I know that you know that I know that you show something is tearing up your mind.

Tell me, momma, tell me, momma, tell me, momma, what is it? What's wrong with you this time?

 

Babe, y'all bad it can't make get it done. Tombstone feeble can't get your pony to run

Pressed on down on your cemetery hips, locked outside of your graveyard lips

Yes, I know you're anxious to see when your friendship ends but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

And I know that you know that I know you show something is tearing up your mind.

Tell me, momma, tell me, momma, tell me, momma, what is it? What's wrong with you this time?

 

Oh, your jaw's painted but your face is red and that you can't care but it's your bed

Then he find your knees on the window ledge. Everybody's wandering when you are gonna get off the ledge

You just gonna make everybody jump up and roar. Why won't you gonna go and do that for

I know that you know that I know you that show something is tearing up your mind.

Tell me, momma, tell me, momma, tell me, momma, what is it? What's wrong with you this time?

 

VARIATIONS Tell Me, Momma. There are only live versions of this song, and many of the words are made up while singing. And these words mostly inaudible or non-existing words. At least, that’s what I can make of it. Above are three takes, just to give an idea of how the structure of the song. Verse one is roughly the same in each time it is performed. Verse two is inaudible and/or made of non existing words and some sort of phonetic versions are written down below. It is impossible to note alle lyric changes. Down here is just an impression.

 

Chorus

But I know, you know that I know that you show something is tearing up your mind            5 Feb 1966, White Plains

Some time, right time’s the right time to go and I what’s resting on your mind                       19 Apr 1966, Melbourne

 

Verse 1

Grey dark glass don't make no mirror, cold black water dog make no tears                               5 Feb 1966, New York

Coal black glass don’t make no mirror, coal black water don’t make no tears                              13 Apr 1966, Sydney

Cold black Bascom make no mirrors, cold black water don't make no tears                                   6 May 1966, Belfast

Cold black Gladstone make no mirror. Cold black water don't make no tears                               10 May 1966, Bristol

 

I see, you got your steam drill, now you're lookin' for some kid,                                                    5 Feb 1966, New York

Yes, you got you steam drill, now you’re looking for some maid                                                     13 Apr 1966, Sydney

 

Verse 2

 

Well, they get on riding with your sweetheart freak, they all [??? hey don’t you tell her]           5 Feb 1966, New York

Sell all your [???] from your [???]

 

With your dark sun glasses on your [??] chest, [??] your time but you know what’s best           13 Apr 1966, Sydney

[??] your leg and put you cemetery grips, facing the porter with you graveyard lips

Everybody’s on to you when your friendship ends but common, baby, I’m your friend

 

[How many miles can your] pony run, [???] get it done                                                              19 Apr 1966, Melbourne

Well, if you finally [???] and your cemetery hips, [???] on your graveyard lips

Yes, everybody wondering when your friendship’s end, but, come on, baby, I’m your friend

 

Babe, y'all bad it can't make get it done. Tombstone feeble can't get your pony to run                6 May 1966, Belfast

Pressed on down on your cemetery hips, locked outside of your graveyard lips

Yes, I know you're anxious to see when your friendship ends but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

[Old done glass gonna] get it done. Tombstone eyes can make your pony run                            10 May 1966, Bristol

[Beg I don't take it] on your cemetery hips, [I don't pan it] on your graveyard lips

Yes, anybody is wondering when your friendship ends, but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

[All your friends can’t make you get it done. Tombstones can’t make your pony run                  11 May 1966, Cardiff

[Guess I’m fine here] on your cemetery hips [They go side] up your graveyard lips

Yes, you come on time but when your friendship ends but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Black face don’t get me, get it done, [chinned] pants can’t get your pony run                    12 May 1966, Birmingham

[forgot you mega] but your cemetery hips, locked up inside your graveyard lips

Yes, anybody is wondering when your friendship ends, but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

[Pull on your gas] can make you get it done. [Pain is base on] can’t make your pony run   14 May 1966, Liverpool

[Bet is cold time] for you got cemetery hips, rolling outside of your graveyard lips

Yes, I know, wondering when your friendship ends, but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

[Back your face] can make pony run. And let your ticket [harpoon] get it done                        15 May 1966, Leicester

[Venus come busted on your cemetery hips, like to be inside of your graveyard lips

Yes, I know you’re anxious for when your friendship ends but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

[Hey, don’t panic man] get it done. [Faces on ??street] make your pony run                           16 May 1966, Sheffield

[Put at some time] on your cemetery hips, you got tombstone art on your graveyard lips

Yes, you’re anxious to find out when your friendship’s gonna ends but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

That sunglass cameo don’t even run. Tombstone [???] can’t get it done                             17 May 1966, Manchester

Fool’s gold in your teeth make cemetery hips, baby, outside of your graveyard lips

Yes, everybody’s wondering when your friendship’s gonna ends but come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Chicken yard can’t make your pony run, black [stamp?? any], but you get your gun            19 May 1966, Glasgow

Pan out your time and your cemetery hips, [plastered outside] of your graveyard lips

Yes, you’re wondering when you gonna, friendship’s gonna end but, come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Coal black fence can’t make your pony run, [to get on get it can’t make you get your gun  20 May 1966, Edinburgh

[Put up timely but] your cemetery hips locked upside up your graveyard lips

Everybody’s wondering when your friendship’s gonna end but, come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Coal black [valid] can’t make your pony run, [pan at your own] can’t get you no gun           21 May 1966, Newcastle

[It’s tum times] on your cemetery hips, blowing upside of your graveyard lips

Yes, they’re wondering when your friendship’s gonna end but, come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Black [???] fence can’t make your pony run, tombstone bullets can’t get it done                            24 Nay 1966, Paris

[Put you’re timing] on your cemetery hips, locked up inside of your graveyard lips

Everybody’s wondering when your friendship’s gonna end but, come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Graveyard fence find your chicken done, [???] can’t make your pony run                                   26 May 1966, London

Put at your side of your cemetery hips, rolling outside of your graveyard lips

Yes, everybody’s wondering when your friendship’s gonna end but, come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Coal black dog can’t make chicken run, manage your own panic can’t get it done                    27 May 1966, London

[Manage your own time] with your cemetery hips, rolling upside of your graveyard lips

Yes, you’re wondering when our friendship’s gonna end but, come on, baby, I'm your friend!

 

Verse 3

 

Oh, I’d sure [??], but your face is red, [??] lead                                                                                  13 Apr 1966, Sydney

[??] out on the edge, come on baby, get off that window ledge

 

Oh, your jaw's all painted but your face is red, got your joke sunglasses on your head        19 Apr 1966, Melbourne

Everybody sees you on that window ledge, common, baby, please get off the edge.

 

Oh, your jaw's painted but your face is red and that you can't care but it's your bed                     6 May 1966, Belfast

Then he find your knees on the window ledge. Everybody's wandering when you are gonna get off the ledge

 

Oh, your jaw's painted but your face is red, [want your penny buddies] almost dead                   10 May 1966, Bristol

Anybody sees you on your window ledge. How long it's gonna take you to get off the ledge

 

[Oh, your ] but your face is red, I don’t see you but you’re almost dead                                        11 May 1966, Cardiff

Anybody sees you on their window ledge, everybody’s wondering when you’re gonna get off the ledge

 

Oh, but you [face], let it fed, led your powder but he’s almost dead                                      12 May 1966, Birmingham

Everybody sees you on their window ledge, come on, now baby, please go off the ledge

 

Oh, I’ m so pleased, cat is dead, and it’s your training and you’re almost dead                       14 May 1966, Liverpool

I’m so stranded on your window ledge, everybody sees you’re nearly on the edge

 

Oh, [I got your fame] but your face is red, [painted your finger but he’s almost dead              15 May 1966, Leicester

And I don’t see you while you hang on your ledge, how long is it gonna take you to get off the edge

 

[Oh, your painted] but your face is red, [to untidy] but he’s almost dead                                   16 May 1966, Sheffield

Yes, I see you on your window ledge, but I can’t tell just how far where you are from the edge

 

[Oh, sure pleasing] but your face is red, and then he can’t give it, he’s almost dead         17 May 1966, Manchester

Everybody sees you on your window ledge, how long is it gonna take for you to get off the edge

 

[Oh, some plaster] but your face is red, [plan at your penny] but you’re almost dead          19 May 1966, Glasgow

Everybody sees you on your window ledge, everybody’s wondering when you gonna get off the edge

 

[Oh, it’s sure plenty] but your face is red, [plan at your penny] but is almost dead 20 May 1966, Edinburgh

Everybody sees you on your window ledge, how long’s it gonna take for you to get off the edge

 

[Oh, it’s sure plenty] but your face is red, [??? don’t tiny] but she’s almost dead                   21 May 1966, Newcastle

Everybody sees you on your window ledge, how long’s it gonna take for you to get off the edge

 

Oh, it’s sure [plenty] but your face is red, but it can’t help you. he’s almost dead                       26 May 1966, London

Then everybody sees you on your window ledge, how long’s it gonna take you to get off the edge

 

Oh, it’s sure [plenty] but your face is red, he can’t help you, he’s almost dead                           27 May 1966, London

Then everybody sees you on your window ledge, how long’s it gonna take you to get off the edge

 

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Fourth Time Around (Bob Dylan)

First performed 14 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

14 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 6th Blonde On Blonde session #11. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

She said, "Don't waste your words, they’re just lies”, and I cried she was deaf

She worked on my face until breaking my eyes, then said, “What else you got left?”

It was then that I got up to go but she said, “Don’t forget

Everybody must give something back for something they get”

 

I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum, I asked her how come

She buttoned her boot and straightened her suit, then she said, “Don’t get cute”

So I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum

 

She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where everyone walked

And after finding I’d forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked

I waited in the hallway, she went to get it and tried to make sense

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair that leaned up against…

 

Her Jamaican rum and when she did come, I asked her for some

And when she said, “No, dear”, I said, “Your words aren’t clear, you’d better spit out your gum”

She screamed till her face got so red then she fell on the floor

I covered her up and then went and looked through her drawer

 

And when I was through I filled up my shoe and brought it to you

And you, you took me in, you loved me then, yYou didn’t waste time

And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, now don’t ask for mine

 

14 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 6th Blonde On Blonde session #19. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

When she said, "Don't waste your words, they’re just lies”, I cried she was deaf

As she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, saying, “What else you got left?”

It was then that I got up to leave but she said, “Don’t forget

Everybody must give something back for something they get”

 

I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum, I asked her how come

She buttoned her boot and straightened her suit, then she said, “Don’t get cute”

So I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum

 

She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where everyone walked

And after finding that I forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked

I waited in the hallway, she went to get it and tried to make sense

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair that leaned up against…

 

Her Jamaican rum and when she did come, I asked her for some

She said, “No, dear”, I said, “Your words aren’t clear, you’d better spit out your gum”

She screamed till her face got so red then she fell on the floor

And I covered her up and then thought I'll go look through her drawer

 

And when I was through, I filled up my shoe and brought it to you

And you, you took me in, you loved me then, you never wasted time

And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, now don’t ask for mine

 

VARIATIONS Fourth Time Around. Compared with the take released on Blonde on Blonde, Recorded 14 February 1966, the 6th Blonde On Blonde session #19

 

When she said, "Don't waste your words, they’re just lies”, I cried she was deaf

     She said, "Don't waste your words, they’re just lies”, and I cried she was deaf             14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11

As she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, saying, “What else you got left?”

     She worked on my face until breaking my eyes, then said, “What else you got left?”   14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11

     And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, and saying, “What else you got left?”               20 May 1966

It was then that I got up to leave but she said, “Don’t forget

     It was then that I got up to go but she said, “Don’t forget                                                   14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11

     It was then that I started to go but she said, “Don’t forget                                                           13 Apr 1966, Sydney

Everybody must give something back for something they get”

 

I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum, I asked her how come

She buttoned her boot and straightened her suit, then she said, “Don’t get cute”

     She straightened her suit and buttoned het boots                                                                26 Feb 1966, Hempstead

     She buttoned her boot and straightened her suit                                                                     16 May 1966, Sheffield

Then she said, Don’t be cute

So, I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum

     And gallantly gave her my very last piece of gum                                                                26 Feb 1966, Hempstead

     And graciously handed her my very last piece of gum                                    22 Sep 1978, Syracuse, soundcheck

 

She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where everyone walked

     She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where everybody walked                                         20 May 1966, Lpndon

     She directed me outside, I stood in the dirt where everybody walked                                   23 Jan 1974, Memphis

And after finding that I forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked

     But, when finding out I'd forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked                                         5 May 1966 Dublin

I waited in the hallway, she went to get it and I tried to make sense

     I waited in the hallway, as she went to get it and I tried to make sense                               16 May 1966, Sheffield

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair that leaned up against

 

Her Jamaican rum and when she did come, I asked her for some

She said, No, dear, I said, Your words aren’t clear, you’d better spit out your gum

     And when she said, No, dear                                                                                                  14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11

She screamed till her face got so red then she fell on the floor

     [Her face, she kind to tell her                                                                                                   26 Feb 1966, Hempstead

And I covered her up and then thought I'll go look through her drawer

    I covered her up and then went and looked through her drawer                                        14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11

 

And when I was through, I filled up my shoe and brought it to you

And you, you took me in, you loved me then, you never wasted time

     And you, you took me in, you loved me then, you didn’t waste time                                14 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11

     And you, you took me in, you never wasted time, never…                                                     23 Jan 1974, Memphis

And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, now don’t ask for mine

 

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Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands (Bob Dylan)

First performed 16 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

16 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 8th Blonde On Blonde session #4. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times

And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes

And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes

Oh, who do they think could bury you?

With your pockets well protected at last

And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass

And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass

Who could they get to carry you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet 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 metal and your belt like lace

And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace

And your basement clothes and your hollow face

Who among them could think he could outguess you?

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

Into your eyes where the moonlight swims

And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns

Who among them would try to impress you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet 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?

 

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list

Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss

And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this

But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

With your childhood flames on your midnight rug

And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs

And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs

Who among them do you think could resist you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I leave them by your gate

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide

To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide

But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?

How could they ever mistake you?

They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm

And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms

How could they ever have persuade you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I leave them by your gate

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row

And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go

And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show

Who among them do you think would employ you?

Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole

With your holy medallion in your fingertips now that fold

And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul

Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I leave them by your gate

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 

VARIATIONS Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands. Compared wit the version released on Blonde On Blonde, 16 February 1966, the 8th Blonde On Blonde session #4

 

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times

     With your mercury eyes in the months that climb                                                                  16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes

And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes

Oh, who do they think could bury you?

     Oh, who among them could think he could bury you                                                             16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

     Who among them could think he could bury you                                                      12 March 1966, Denver hotel #2

With your pockets well protected at last

And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass

     And your streetcar visions which you place out on the grass                                              16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     And your streetcar visions which you put out on the grass                                                  16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass                                                             12 March 1966, Denver hotel #1

Who could they get to carry you?

     Oh, who among them could think he could carry you?                                                         16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     Who among them could think he could carry you?                                                                16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

     With his warehouse eyes, his Arabian drums                                                                         16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Should I put them by your gate

     Sad [you think] I should wait                                                                                                      16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

     Sad-eyed lady, at your gate                                                                                                       16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

 

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace

     [???] and your belt like lace                                                                                         12 March 1966, Denver hotel, #2

And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace

And your basement clothes and your hollow face

Who among them could think he could outguess you?

     Who among them could hope to outguess you?                                                                    16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     Who among them would try to outguess you                                                                          16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

     With your silhouette in the sunlight that dims                                                                          16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

Into your eyes where the moonlight swims

     Into your eyes like mirrors where the moonlight swims                                                         16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns

     With your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns                                                             16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Who among them would try to impress you?

     Who among them could hope to impress you?                                                                      16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     Who among them would think he could impress you?                                            12 March 1966, Denver hotel, #2

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

     Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man goes                                                            16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I put them by your gate

     Should I leave them by your gate                                                                                             16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 

.....[Verse not sung]                                                                                                             12 March 1966, Denver hotel, #2

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list

     Now, the kings of Tyrus with their convict list                                                                         16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     Where the kings of Tyrus with their convict list                                                                       16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss

     Are all waiting in line for the geranium kiss                                                                             16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this

     And wouldn't you know it, it would happen like this                                                               16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

With your childhood flames on your midnight rug

     With your childhood flames and your midnight rug                                                                16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs

And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs

Who among them do you think could resist you?

     Who among them could think they could resist you                                                              16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I leave them by your gate

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide

     Now, the farmers and the businessmen, they did decide                                                     16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, I see they did decide                                              16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide

     To show you all the dead angels that they did hide                                                               16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     To show you all the dead angels that they used to try to hide                                             16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?

     Why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?                                                           16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

How could they ever mistake you?

     Oh, how could they ever mistake you?                                                                                    16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm

And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms

     And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms                                                           16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

How could they ever have persuaded you?

     Oh, how could they ever, have persuade you?                                                                      16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I leave them by your gate

     Should I put them by your gate                                                                                                 16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row

     Oh, with your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row                                                            16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go

     And your magazine-husband who one day had to go                                                           16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     And your magazine-husband who just one day had to go                                                    16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show

     And with your gentleness now, which just can’t help but show                                            16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

Who among them do you think would employ you?

     Who among them do you think will employ you?                                                                   16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole

     Oh, now with your thief you stand on his parole                                                                     16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

With your holy medallion in your fingertips now that fold

     With your holy medallion and your fingers now that fold                                                       16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul

     And your [     ????] and your ghostlike soul                                                ?A Oct 1975, New York City, Rehearsals

Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?

     How could any of them destroy you?                                                                                       16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1

     Who among them could think he could destroy you                                                              16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

     Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?                                      12 March 1966, Denver hotel #2

     Who among them would try do detain you                                                  ?A Oct 1975, New York City, Rehearsals

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I leave them by your gate

     Should I put them by your gate                                                                                                 16 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3

     Shell I leave them by your gate                                                                                    12 March 1966, Denver hotel #2

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 

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Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again (Bob Dylan)

First performed 17 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

17 February 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 9th Blonde On Blonde ion #15. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Ah, the ragman, draws circles up and down the block

I’d ask him what the matter was but I know that he don't talk

And the ladies treat me kindly and they furnish me with tape

But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells

Speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well

And I would send a message to find out if she talked

But the post office is been stolen and the mailbox is locked

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Mona tried to tell me to stay away from the train line

She said that all the railroad men just drink up your blood like wine

An’ I said, “Oh, I didn’t know that but then again, there’s only one I’ve met

An’ he just smoked my eyelids an’ punched my cigarette”

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Grandpa died last week and now he's buried in the rocks

But everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked

But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control

When as, he built a fire on Main Street and shot it full of holes

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now the senator came down here showing everyone his gun

Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son

And me, I nearly got busted and wouldn’t it be my luck

To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck

Oh, mama, is this really the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now, the thee preacher looked so baffled when I asked him why he dressed

With twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest

But he cursed me when I proved to him then I whispered, said, not even you can hide

You see you're just like me, I hope you're satisfied"

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now the rainman gave me two cures, then he said, “Jump right in”

The one was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin

An’ like a fool I mixed them an’ it strangled up my mind

An’ now people just get uglier an’ I have no sense of time

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now, when Ruthie says come see her in her honky-tonk lagoon

Where I can watch her waltz for free beneath her Panamanian moon

An’ I say, “Oh, come on now, you know, you know about my debutante”

An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need, but I know what you want”

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now, the bricks lay on Grand Street where the neon madmen climb

They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed

And here I sit so patiently waiting to find out what price

You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice

Oh, mama, it's just really the end, to be stuck here inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

VARIATIONS Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde, 17 February 1966, the 9th Blonde On Blonde #15

 

FINAL LINES

Oh, mama, it's just really the end, to be stuck here inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Oh, Mama, this might be the end, I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Nashville blues again           17 Feb 1966, #1R

Oh, Mama, this might be the end, I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again           17 Feb 1966, #1R

Oh, Mama, [here I am again], I'm down in Mobile with the Memphis blues again                 17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #R

Oh, Mama, this might be the end, I'm stuck in Mobile with the Memphis blues again          17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #R

Oh, Mama, this might be the end, I'm stuck in Mobile with the Memphis blues again          17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #R

Oh, Mama, stuck here again, down in Mobile with the Memphis blues again                        17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #R

Oh, Mama, [???], out in Mobile with the Memphis blues again                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #4B

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mem [??]                                  17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

                                                            Guess we lose again                                                   17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

Oh, mama, just need a friend                                                                                                       17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

 

Ah, the ragman, draws circles up and down the block

     Ah, the ragman he just stumbles and walks around the block                                          17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1R

     Oh, the ragman he's late, he walks around the block                                                           17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #R

     Oh, the ragman walks in circles                                                                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #3R

     Oh, the ragman goes circles, up and down the block                                                         17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #4B

     Ah, the ragman, he draws circles up and down the block                                                  17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

I’d ask him what the matter was but I know that he don't talk

     I'd ask him what was wrong, but I know he doesn't talk                                                     17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #9B

     I’d ask him what the matter was but I know he doesn't talk                                               17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

And the ladies treat me kindly and they furnish me with tape

     And the ladies treat me kindly and supply me with the tape                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #4B

     And the ladies treat me kindly and they furnish me with supply                                   17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #10FS

     And the ladies treat me kindly and furnish me with tape                                                    17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape

     But neither them nor the ragman can help me to escape                                                  17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1R

     But neither them nor the rain man can help me to escape                                                   17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #5

     And neither them nor the rain man can help me to escape                                               17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #9B

     But them nor the ragman could help me to escape                                                          17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11B

     But deep inside my heart, lord, I know I can't escape                                                           16 May 1976, Fort Worth

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells

     Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his heels                  17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #11B

     Shakespeare, he's here with his tambourine and his bells                                         Late April 1976, Clearwater #2

Speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well

And I would send a message to find out if she talked

But the post office is been stolen and the mailbox is locked

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Mona tried to tell me to stay away from the train line

     Now, Mona tried to help me to stay away from the train line                                             17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

     Now, when Ruthie says come see her [???]                                                                      Late April 1976, Clearwater

     Mona tried to tell me, stay out of the train line                                                                                12 May 1976, Austin

She said that all the railroad men just drink up your blood like wine

     She said that all the railroad men do this, drink your blood like wine                               17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1R

     She says All the railroad men just drink your blood like wine                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #R

      She says All the railmen just drink your blood like wine                                                    17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1R

     She said, All the railroad men just wanna drink my blood like wine                                    17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #5

     She said all the railroad men do is drink your blood like wine                                           17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

An’ I said, Oh, I didn’t know that but then again, there’s only one I’ve met

An’ he just smoked my eyelids an’ punched my cigarette

     An’ he just smoked my eyeballs an’ punched my cigarette                                               17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #1R

     An’ he just smoked my eyelids an’ punched my cigarette                                                    17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #5

     An’ he just smoked my eye beds an’ punched my cigarette                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Grandpa died last week and now he's buried in the rocks

     Well, grandpa died last week, he’s buried in the rocks                                                       17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

     Well, grandpa died last week, he’s buried beneath the rocks                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #R

But everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked

     And everyone's still talking about how badly they were shocked                                     17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #4B

     Everybody 's talking about how badly they were shocked                                                 17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control

     But me, I expected it, I knew he lost control                                                                         17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #4B

     But me, I expected it to happen, I saw him lose control                                                     17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

     But me, I expected it to happen, when I seen him lose control                                  29 April 1976, Mobile, evening

When as, he built a fire on Main Street and shot it full of holes

     When he built a fire on Main Street and shot it full of holes                                               17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

     When I saw him build a fire on Main Street and shoot it full of holes                               17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #4B

     When he built a fire on Main Street and shoot it full of holes                                               17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #5

     When he built a fire on Main Street and filled it full of holes                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now the senator came down here showing everyone his gun

Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son

And me, I nearly got busted and wouldn’t it be my luck

To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck

     To be caught without a ticket and be found beneath a truck                                                17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #5

Oh, mama, is this really the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now, the the preacher looked so baffled when I asked him why he dressed

     Well, the preacher looked so baffled when I asked him why he dressed                        17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

With twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest

But he cursed me when I proved to him then I whispered, said, not even you can hide

     But he cursed me when I whispered and said, know you not, you can't hide                 17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

     And he cursed me out, then saying, “I see not even you can hide                                      17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #5

     He cursed me when I whispered and saying, “you not even hide                                     17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #13

You see you're just like me, I hope you're satisfied"

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now the rainman gave me two cures, then he said, Jump right in

The one was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin

     One of them was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin                                    17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

An’ like a fool I mixed them an’ it strangled up my mind

An’ now people just get uglier an’ I have no sense of time

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now, when Ruthie says come see her in her honky-tonk lagoon

     Now, Ruthie says I's come see her, her honky-tonk lagoon                                              17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

Where I can watch her waltz for free beneath her Panamanian moon

     I can watch her waltz for me, free beneath her Pana faking moon                                   17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

An’ I say, Oh, come on now, you know, you know about my debutante

     An’ I say, How, come on now, you know about my debutante                                          17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

     An’ I say, Oh, come on now, you must know about my debutante                            29 April 1976, Mobile, evening

An’ she says, Your debutante just knows what you need, but I know what you want

Oh, mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Now, the bricks lay on Grand Street where the neon madmen climb

     Now, all bricks are flying where the neon madmen climb                                                   17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

     Now the bricks they fall on Grand Street where the neon madmen climb               29 April 1976, Mobile, evening

They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed

     They line on the street so perfectly, they all seems so well-timed                                    17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

And here I sit so patiently waiting to find out what price

     While here I sit so patiently waiting to find out what price                                                  17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice

     One has to go through to get out of going through all these things twice                        17 Feb 1966, BOBRS #14

Oh, mama, it's just really the end, to be stuck here inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

 

Stuck Inside Of Mobile. 19660217#1-15, 197604LATE#1#2#3, 19760429eve, 19760503eve, 19760512, 19760516

 

 

When You Walked Away (Bob Dylan)

1966. Blonde On Blonde sessions. Lyrics published In Isis. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

You Can't Get Your Way Alla Time (Bob Dylan)

1966. Blonde On Blonde sessions. Lyrics published In Isis. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Like A Rich Man's Son (Bob Dylan)

1966. Blonde On Blonde sessions. Lyrics published In Isis. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

White Love And Song (Bob Dylan)

Song Title Mentioned By Clinton Heylin In Behind The Shades 2

 

 

Yellow Monday Song (Bob Dylan)

Song Title Mentioned By Clinton Heylin In Behind The Shades 2

 

 

Absolutely Sweet Marie (Bob Dylan)

First performed 7 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

7 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios, The 10th Blonde On Blonde session #3. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it

Sometimes it gets so hard, you see

I just sitting here, beating on my trumpet

With all these promises you left for me

But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

 

Well, I waited for you when I was a half sick

Yes, I waited for you when you hated me

Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic

Even you knew I had some other place to be

Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

 

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously

But then, not again, not too many can be like you, fortunately

 

Well, six white horses that you did promise

Were finally delivered down to the penitentiary

But to live outside of the law, you must be honest

I know you always say that you agree

All right, so where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

 

Well, I don’t know how it happened

But the riverboat captain, he knows my fate

But ev’rybody else, even yourself

They’re just gonna have to wait

 

Well, I got the fever down in my pockets

The Persian drunkard, he follows me

Yes, I can take him to your house but I can’t unlock it

You see, you forgot to leave me with the key

Ah, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

 

Well, I been in jail where all the mail showed

That a man can’t give his address out to bad company

And now I stand here lookin’ at your yellow railroad

In the ruins of your balcony

Wondering where you are, sweet Marie

 

VARIATIONS Absolutely Sweet Marie. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde, 7 March 1966, the 10th Blonde On Blonde session #3

 

Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it

     Now, your railroad gate, I just can’t jump it                                                                           7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

Sometimes it gets so hard, you see

     Sometimes it gets so hard, for me, you see                                                                          7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

I just sitting here, beating on my trumpet

     And the captain, they're beating on his trumpet                                                                   7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

With all these promises you left for me

     He now has got the memories you left for me                                                                      7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

 

Well, I waited for you when I was a half sick

Yes, I waited for you when you hated me

Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic

     I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic                                                                             7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

Even you knew I had some other place to be

     Even though I had some other place to be                                                                            7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

 

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously

But then, not again, not too many can be like you, fortunately

     But hardly many can be like you, fortunately                                                                        7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

 

Well, six white horses that you did promise

     Well, ah, six white horses that you did promise                                                                    7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

Were finally delivered down to the penitentiary

     Finally arrived down at the penitentiary                                                                                 7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

But to live outside of the law, you must be honest

I know you always say that you agree

All right, so where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

     So, now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?                                                                     7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

 

Well, I don’t know how it happened

But the riverboat captain, he knows my fate

     But the riverboat captain, they all knowed my fate                                                              7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

But ev’rybody else, even yourself

They’re just gonna have to wait

 

Well, I got the fever down in my pockets

The Persian drunkard, he follows me

Yes, I can take him to your house but I can’t unlock it

     I can take him to your house but I can’t unlock it                                                                 7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

You see, you forgot to leave me with the key

Ah, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

     Where, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?                                                                       7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

 

Well, I been in jail where all the mail showed

     Well, I been in jail when all the mail showed                                                                         7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

That a man can’t give his address out to bad company

And now I stand here lookin’ at your yellow railroad

     And now, well, I stand here lookin’ at your yellow railroad                                                 7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

In the ruins of your balcony

     Standing in the ruins of your balcony                                                                                     7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

Wondering where you are, sweet Marie

     Yes, I can't help but wonder where you are, sweet Marie                                                  7 March 1966, BOBRS #1

 

Absolutely Sweet Marie. 19660307#1#3

 

 

Just Like A Woman (Bob Dylan)

First performed 8 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

8 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios, The 11th Blonde On Blonde session #18. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Nobody feels any pain, tonight as I stand inside the rain

Everybody knows. that Baby’s got new clothes

But lately I see her ribbons and her bows have fallen from her curls

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does

She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does

And she aches just like a woman

But she breaks just like a little girl

 

Queen Mary, she’s my friend. Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again

Nobody has to guess that baby can’t be blessed

Till she finally sees that she’s like all the rest

With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls

She takes just like a woman, yes

She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does

And she aches just like a woman

But she breaks just like a little girl

 

It was raining from the first and I was dying there of thirst so I came in here

And your long-time curse hurts, but what’s worse is this pain in here

I can’t stay in here, ain’t it clear

 

That I just can’t fit. Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit

When we meet again, introduced as friends

Please don’t let on that you knew me when

I was hungry and it was your world

Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do

You make love just like a woman, yes, you do

Then you ache just like a woman

But you break just like a little girl

 

VARIATIONS Just Like A Woman. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde, recorded 8 March 1966, the 11th Blonde On Blonde session #18. Variations in the final lines of each verse are not noted, except for the studio outtakes. Take, make, ache, fake and break often change places

 

Nobody feels any pain, tonight, as I stand inside the rain

     I can't complain, tonight as I walk inside the rain                                                                 8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     I feel no pain, tonight as I stand inside the rain                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     I can't feel no pain, tonight as I walk inside the rain                                                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Well, tonight, I feel no pain, tonight as I'm standing out in the rain                                   8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Nobody can complain…(end tape)                                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #5

     Nobody can complain, tonight as I stand inside the rain                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     Tonight, nobody feels any pain,     ah, start it again, I'm sorry                                        8 March 1966, BOBRS #12

     Nobody feels any pain, tonight as I stand out in the rain                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #13

Everybody knows that Baby’s got new clothes

     Everybody knows, Honey's got new clothes                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Nobody has to guess that baby can’t be blessed                                                        14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

But lately I see her ribbons and her bows have fallen from her curls

     But lately I see her ribbons and her bows are fallen from her curls                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     Till she sees finally that she’s like all the rest                                                              14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

     With her fog, amphetamine and her pearls                                                                  14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

     But lately I see her ribbons and her bows have tumbled from her curls                                31 Oct 1975, Plymouth

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does

     And you shake like a woman                                                                                                   8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     And you fake just like a woman                                                                                               8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Ah, you take like a woman                                                                                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Well, you wake just like a woman                                                                                           8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     She wakes just like a woman                                                                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     And she wakes just like a woman                                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #13

     As she takes just like a woman                                                                                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #16

She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does

     Yes, you fake just like a woman                                                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Yes, you shake just like a woman                                                                                           8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Yes, you shake like a woman                                                                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Yes, she makes mistakes just like a woman                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #6

     Yes, and she makes mistakes just like a woman                                                                 8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     Yes, she aches just like a woman                                                                                        8 March 1966, BOBRS #10

     Yes, she fakes just like a woman                                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #16

And she aches just like a woman

     And you ache just like a woman                                                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Yes you ache like a woman                                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Yes she aches just like a woman                                                                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #6

     Yes and she aches just like a woman                                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     Yes, she fakes just like a woman                                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #10

But she breaks just like a little girl

     But you break just like a little girl                                                                                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

 

Queen Mary, she’s my friend, yes, I believe I’ll go see her again

     Now, Annie, she’s my friend, yes, I believe I’ll go see her again                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Well, Annie, she’s my friend, yes, I believe I’ll go see her again                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Annie, she's my friend, yes, I believe I’ll go see her again                                                 8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Well, now, Annie, Annie, she’s my friend and I believe I’ll go see her once again         8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Queen Mary, she's my friend, yes I believe it's time that I'll see her again                           10 Dec 1978, Charlotte

Nobody has to guess that baby can’t be blessed

     Right in turned her dreams, her fog amphetamines                                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     She don't had to dog, amphetamines and fog                                                                      8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     She don't ever know just  why I have to go                                                                           8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     She don't bother me and asks me were I expect to be                                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Nobody has to guess why baby can't be blessed                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #10

     Everybody knows… that baby can’t be blessed                                                                     21 May 1966, Newcastle

     Everybody guessed that baby can’t be blessed                                                             12 March 1966, Hotel Denver

     Everybody knows Baby’s got new clothes                                                                   14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

Till she finally sees that she’s like all the rest

     And finally I see just a hoe she schemes                                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     But deep in my heart she's [???]                                                                                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Bu you come around here when the going's slow                                                                8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     But why do you show all these things to see                                                                        8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Till she sees finally that she’s like all the rest                                                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     But lately I see her ribbons and her bows have fallen from her curls                      14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

     Till she sees finally she’s just like all the rest                                                                              26 Nov 1975, Augusta

With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls

     But I gave you those pearls                                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     But I gave you your pearls                                                                                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     It was me who gave you these pears                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     In her fog with her amphetamine and her pearls                                                       31 Jan 1974, New York City eve

     In het fog with her amphetamines and with her pears                                                             10 Dec 1978, Charlotte

She takes just like a woman, yes

     And you shake just like a woman                                                                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     And you wake like a woman                                                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     And you fake like a woman                                                                                                      8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     And she makes just like a woman                                                                                          8 March 1966, BOBRS #6

     She takes just like a woman                                                                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #16

She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does

     Yes, you shake just like a woman                                                                                           8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Yes, you fake just like a woman                                                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Yes, you take just like a woman                                                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Yes, you shake like a woman                                                                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Yes, she makes mistakes just like a woman                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #6

     Yes, she fakes just like a woman                                                                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #16

And she aches just like a woman

     Yes, yes, you ache just like a woman                                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     And you ache just like a woman                                                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     And you ache like a woman                                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Yes and she aches just like a woman                                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #6

     Yes, then she aches just like a woman                                                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     Yes she does and then she aches just like a woman                                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #13

But she breaks just like a little girl

     But you break just like a little girl                                                                                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

 

It was raining from the first and I was dying there of thirst so I came in here

     Take Joe find me dark and listen it's al right in there                                                           8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Time waits when you go back, it's raining here                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Now don't you ask, where's my mask when it's raining in here                                         8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Well, anybody can see that she don't know that it's raining here                                      8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     It was raining all time, I leaved behind, so, so I came in here                                     12 March 1966, Hotel Denver

And your long-time curse hurts, but what’s worse is this pain in here

     Alone I walk my home but there's no pain in there                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     The long-time curse hurts, but what's worse is this pain in here                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Well, the deadman’s curse is worse, but first, you know that there's a pain in here      8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     But your long-time curse hurts, but what’s worse is this pain in here                               8 March 1966, BOBRS #6

     And your long-time curse hurts, but what’s worse is now this pain in here                      8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

I can’t stay in here, ain’t it clear

     Ain't there                                                                                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

 

That I just can’t fit, yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit

     And I, and I, just don't fit, yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     That I just don't seem to fit, yes, I believe, I believe that we must quit                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

When we meet again, introduced as friends

     Open up your door, you did it then before                                                                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     But when we'll meet again and are introduced as friends                                                   8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     But when we'll meet again and are introduced to each other as friends                          8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     But when we'll meet again and are introduced by friends                                                   8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

Please don’t let on that you knew me when

     Don't let me down as you did before                                                                                      8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Don't let me down that you only been                                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Don't let me down on them when                                                                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Don't let me down and say you knew me when                                                                   8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

I was hungry and it was your world

     I must go out into the world                                                                                                      8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     I [???] you all the world                                                                                                             8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     We both run in on the world                                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     I was hungry in the world                                                                                                          8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     I was heavy and hungry in your world                                                                                    8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     I was hungry and it was all your world                                                                                        10 Dec 1978, Charlotte

Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do

     And you ..., and you ...[laughs] ... ache just like a woman                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     You fake just like a woman                                                                                                      8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Ah, you wake like a woman                                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Well, you awake like a woman                                                                                                8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     You ache just like a woman                                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

You make love just like a woman, yes, you do

     Yes you make ..., yes you do... just like a woman                                                               8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Yes you shake just like a woman                                                                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #2

     Yes, you shake like a woman                                                                                                  8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Yes, you take just like a woman                                                                                              8 March 1966, BOBRS #8

     Yes, you make mistakes just like a woman                                                                        8 March 1966, BOBRS #13

     What more can you do, you make love just like a woman                                                        12 Nov 1981, Houston

Then you ache just like a woman

     And you ache, just like a woman                                                                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Yes you ache like a woman                                                                                                     8 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     You ache like a woman                                                                                                            8 March 1966, BOBRS #4

     Yes you do and you ache just like a woman                                                                       8 March 1966, BOBRS #13

But you break just like a little girl

 

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Pledging My Time (Bob Dylan)

First performed 8 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

8 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios, The 11th Blonde On Blonde session #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

Baby got jealous, she took five

Trips with the hobo and left me here alive

Now, I'm pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Well, the hobo got high, he came back naturally

After stealin' my baby. Now he wants to steal me

I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Will you come with me, baby? I’ll take you where you wanna go

If it don’t work out right you’ll be the first to know

I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Well, the room is so stuffy, I can hardly breathe

Ev’rybody’s gone but me and you. Am I gonna be the last to leave

I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Well, they sent for the ambulance and then one got sent

Yes, somebody got lucky, it well, it was an accident

Now I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Well, I gonna play wigwam, I better tell you now

If you don't know how to play you better find out how

Now I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

8 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios, The 11th Blonde On Blonde session #3. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Well, early in the mornin’ till late at night

I got a poison headache but I feel all right

I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Well, the hobo got too high and he came down natur’lly

He stole my baby, then he wanted to steal me

Now I’m pledging my time to you. hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Won’t you come with me, baby? I’ll take you where you wanna go

And if it don’t work out you’ll be the first to know

I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Well, the room is so stuffy, I can hardly breathe

Ev’rybody’s gone but me and you and I can’t be the last to leave

I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Well, they sent for the ambulance. Then one was sent

Somebody got lucky but it was an accident

Now I’m pledging my time to you, hopin’ you’ll come through, too

 

Pledging My Time. 19660308#1#3

 

 

Julietta (Bob Dylan)

1966. Title On Manuscript Pledging My Time. Mentioned By Stephen Bishop In Rough Songs

 

 

Hey Baby (Bob Dylan)

1966. Mentioned On Manuscript Pledging My Time. Mentioned By Stephen Bishop In Rough Songs

 

 

Love Will Endure (Bob Dylan)

1966. Mentioned On Manuscript Pledging My Time. Mentioned By Stephen Bishop In Rough Songs

 

 

Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

9 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios, The 12th Blonde On Blonde session #6. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

You say you love me and you’re thinkin’ of me but you know you could be wrong

You say you told me, that you wanna hold me but you know you’re not that strong

I just can't do what I done before, I just can’t beg you anymore, I’m gonna let you pass. And I’ll go last

Then time will tell just who has fell and who's been left behind

You go your way and I go mine

 

You say you disturb me and you don’t deserve me but you know sometimes you lie

You say you're shakin' and you're always akin but you know how hard you try

Sometimes it gets so hard to care, I can't be this way everywhere

And I’m gonna let you pass, yes, and I’ll go last

Then time will tell who has fell and who's been left behind

When you go your way, I go mine

 

Well, ah, the judge, he hold's a grudge, he's gonna call on you

But he’s badly built and he walks on stilts, watch out he don't fall on you

 

You say you're sorry for telling stories that you know I believe are true

You say you got some other kinda lover and, yes, I believe you do

You say why my kisses are not like his, but this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is

I’m just gonna let you pass, yes, and I’ll go last

Then time will tell who has fell and who’s been left behind

When you go your way and I go mine

 

VARIATIONS Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine). 9 March 1966, the 12th Blonde On Blonde session #6

 

You say you love me and you’re thinkin’ of me but you know you could be wrong

You say you told me, that you wanna hold me but you know you’re not that strong

I just can't do what I done before, I just can’t beg you anymore, I’m gonna let you pass, and I’ll go last

Then time will tell just who has fell and who's been left behind

     Then time will tell who has fell when he's been left behind                                                9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Then time will tell, who has fell and then left behind                                                            9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Then time will tell, who has fell when I been left behind                                                     9 March 1966, BOBRS #5

     But you're the little girl that must be left behind                                                    22 April 1976, Clearwater, evening

You go your way and I go mine

     When you go  your way and I go mine                                                                                   9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

 

You say you disturb me and you don’t deserve me but you know sometimes you lie

     You say you're shakin' and you're always breaking but you know how hard you try             10 Jan 1974, Toronto

You say you're shakin' and you're always akin but you know how hard you try

      You say you're sorry but you always hurt but you know how hard you lie                              10 Jan 1974, Toronto

      You say you're certain that you always hurt me but you know how hard you tried         9 Feb 1974, Seattle eve1

      You say you're certain that you kind of hurt me but you know sometimes you lied        9 Feb 1974, Seattle eve2

     You say you're trying but you're always [crying] and [???]                                 22 April 1976, Clearwater, evening

Sometimes it gets so hard to care, I can't be this way everywhere

     That can't be as before hard to care, that can't be this way everywhere              31 Jan 1974, New York City eve

And I’m gonna let you pass, yes, and I’ll go last

Then time will tell who has fell and who's been left behind

     And you the little girl is left behind                                                                           22 April 1976, Clearwater, evening

When you go your way, I go mine

 

Well, ah, the judge, he hold's a grudge, he's gonna call on you

     Now, over there in the corner, dear, you sit, you know he’s gonna call on you              9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     The judge he hold's a grudge, and he's about to call on you                                              9 Feb 1974, Seattle eve1

But he’s badly built and he walks on stilts, watch out he don't fall on you

 

You say you're sorry for telling stories that you know I believe are true

     Well, time have been [much] you though how it happened [much] you                           9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

You say you got some other kinda lover and, yes, I believe you do

     You say you got some other kinda lover and, yes, I guess you do                        31 Jan 1974, New York City eve

You say why my kisses are not like his, but this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is

     You say my kisses are not like his, but this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is               10 Jan 1974, Toronto

     You say my [features] aren't like his, this time I told you why that is                                  9 Feb 1974, Seattle eve1

     You say my kisses are not like his, well, I'm not gonna tell you why that is                     13 Feb 11974, Inglewood

I’m just gonna let you pass. yes, and I’ll go last

Then time will tell who has fell and who’s been left behind

      And you're the little girl who is left behind                                                             22 April 1976, Clearwater, evening

When you go your way and I go mine

 

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Temporary Like Achilles (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

9 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios, The 12th Blonde On Blonde session #4. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Standing on your window, honey, yes, I’ve been here before

Feeling so harmless, I’m looking at your second door

How come you don’t send me no regards?

You know I want your lovin’, honey, why are you so hard?

 

Kneeling ’neath your ceiling, yes, I guess I’ll be here for a while

I’m tryin’ to read your portrait, but I’m helpless, like a rich man’s child

How come you send someone out to have me barred?

You know I want your lovin’, honey, why are you so hard?

 

Like a poor fool in his prime, yes, I know you can hear me walk

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime or is it just solid rock?

 

Well, I lean into your hallway, lean against your velvet door

I watch upon your scorpion who crawls across your circus floor

Just what do you think you have to guard?

You know I want your lovin’, honey, but you’re so hard

 

Achilles is in your alleyway, he don’t want me here, he does brag

He’s pointing to the sky and he’s hungry, like a man in drag

How come you get someone like him to be your guard?

You know I want your lovin’, honey, but you’re so hard

 

VARIATIONS Temporary Like Achilles. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde, 9 March 1966, the 12th Blonde On Blonde session #4

 

Standing on your window, honey, yes, I’ve been here before

     Standing on your window, honey, staring at your second door                                         9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Standing beneath your window, baby, yes I been her many times before                       9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

Feeling so harmless, I’m looking at your second door

     Trying to get to ye tonight, yes, I've been here before                                                        9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     Looking at your walls, staring at your second door                                                              9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

How come you don’t send me no regards?

You know I want your lovin’, honey, why are you so hard

     You know I want your lovin', honey, but you're so hard                                                      9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

 

Kneeling ’neath your ceiling, yes, I guess I’ll be here for a while

     Well, I read your portrait, yes I guess I'll be here for a while                                              9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

I’m tryin’ to read your portrait, but I’m helpless, like a rich man’s child

     Tryin’ to read your portrait, I’m helpless, like a rich man’s child                                        9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

How come you send someone out to have me barred

     How come you send someone to have me barred                                                              9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     How come you send someone to get me barred                                                                  9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

You know I want your lovin’, honey, why are you so hard

 

Like a poor fool in his prime, yes, I know you can hear me walk

     Like a poor fool in his prime, it's so easy for me to talk                                                       9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime or is it just solid rock?

     But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime or solid rock                                            9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime or is it solid rock?                                  9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

 

Well, I lean into your hallway, lean against your velvet door

     I lean into your alleyway, lean against your velvet door                                                      9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

     I lean into you hallway, looking at your velvet door                                                              9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

I watch upon your scorpion who crawls across your circus floor

     I watch upon your scorpion who crawls upon your circus floor                                          9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

Just what do you think you have to guard?

     But I got bind up and send back by your guard                                                                    9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     How come you send somebody out to guard?                                                                     9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

You know I want your lovin’, honey, but you’re so hard

 

Achilles is in your alleyway, he don’t want me here, he does brag

     Achilles is in your hallway, he don't want me around, he brags                                         9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

     Achilles in your alleyway, he don’t want me here, he brags                                               9 March 1966, BOBRS #3

He’s pointing to the sky and he’s hungry, like a man in drag

     He points up to the sky, he's hingry like a man in drag                                                       9 March 1966, BOBRS #1

How come you get someone like him to be your guard

You know I want your lovin’, honey, but you’re so hard

 

Temporary Like Achilles.19660309#1-#4

 

 

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 (Bob Dylan)

First performed 10 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

10 March 1966. Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #1. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Well, they’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good

They’ll stone you just a-like they said they would

They’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to go home

Then they’ll stone you when you’re there all alone

But I would not feel so all alone

Everybody must get stoned

 

Well, they’ll stone you when you’re walkin’ on the street

They’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to keep your seat

They’ll stone you when you’re walkin’ on the floor

They’ll stone you when you’re walkin’ through the door

But I would not feel so all alone

Everybody must get stoned

 

They’ll stone you when you’re at the breakfast table

They’ll stone you when you are young and able

They’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to make a buck

They’ll stone you and then they’ll say, “good luck”

Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone

Everybody must get stoned

 

Well, they’ll stone you and say that it’s the end

Then they’ll stone you and then they’ll come back again

They’ll stone you when you’re riding in your car

They’ll stone you when you’re playing your guitar

Yes, but I would not feel so all alone

Everybody must get stoned

 

Well, they’ll stone you when you are all alone

They’ll stone you when you are walking home

They’ll stone you and then say you are brave

They’ll stone you when you are set down in your grave

But I would not feel so all alone

Everybody must get stoned

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st  New Morning Recording Session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Well, they’ll stone you when you’re walking by your pool

They’ll stone you when you're on your way to school

They’ll stone you when you’re walking on the floor

They’ll stone you when you’re trying to close the door

But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned

 

VARIATIONS Rainy Day Woman. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde, recorded 10 March 1966. Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios #1.

The lines in this song have no fixed position, they can pop-up everywhere in any verse.

 

Well, they’ll stone you when you're:

 

Trying to be so good - just a-like they said they would

Tryin’ to go home - when you’re there all alone

Walkin’ on the street - tryin’ to keep your seat

Walkin’ on the floor - through the door

At the breakfast table - young and able

Tryin’ to make a buck - and then they’ll say, “good luck”

Say that it’s the end - they’ll come back again

Riding in your car  - playing your guitar

Are all alone - are walking home

Say you are brave - set down in your grave

Walking by the door - walking past the floor                                                                              31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

Kind and young and able - at the breakfast table                                                                      31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

Walking on the street - [???] your seat                                                                                       31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

Walking toward your [grave] - say that it's the end                                                                   31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

Coming back from school - trying to be so cool                                                                        31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

Riding on your bike - singing in the mike                                                                                    31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

Walking by your pool - on your way to school                                              1 May 1970, NMRS, Columbia studio, NYC

Walking on the floor - trying to close the door                                              1 May 1970, NMRS, Columbia studio, NYC

Walking around your room - you’re sitting in [???]                                                                                9 Jan 1974 Toronto

Coming through the door - start a war                                                                                                    9 Jan 1974 Toronto

Climbing in your car- [search your lucky star]                                                                                        9 Jan 1974 Toronto

Standing by the door - crawling 'cross the floor                                                                                     9 Jan 1974 Toronto

Walkin’ on the street - sitting in your seat                                                                          14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

Walking on the road - picking up your [load??]                                                                 14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

Sitting on the floor - walking to the door                                                                             14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

Set down to your grave - trying to make a [stay]                                                              14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

Riding on the train - timing in your brain                                                                           31 Jan 1974, New York City eve

Climbing in your [???] - reaching for the door                                                                 31 Jan 1974, New York City eve

Climbing in your truck - and the they say, Good luck                                                     31 Jan 1974, New York City eve

Walkin’ on the street - tryin’ to keep the heat                                                                  31 Jan 1974, New York City eve

Trying to take a bath - walking on the path                                                                            9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

Riding in the street - trying to keep the heat                                                                          9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

Walking past the floor - reaching for the door                                                                       9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

Dragging on your car - standing at the bar                                                                            9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

Trying to be so brave - set down in your grave                                                                     9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

Cleaning your brain - try to catch a train                                                                                9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

Say that it's the end - Cause  [you got to have you right back again]                               9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

Hiding in your seat - walking on the street                                                                                     13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

Riding in your car - standing at the bar                                                                                          13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

Walking 'cross the floor - reaching for the door                                                                            13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

Timing in your brain - waiting for a train                                                                                         13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

Walking on the grass - trying to make a pass                                                                               13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

Say that it's the end - [??? be back again]                                                                                    13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

Trying to catch a train - [timing] in your brain                                                              14 Feb 1974, Inglewood afternoon

Sleeping in your bed - walking to the shed                                                                 14 Feb 1974, Inglewood afternoon

[Leaving out the truth] - when you [???] inside the zoo                                             14 Feb 1974, Inglewood afternoon

Trying to [??? a tricky ???] - walking of the train                                                           14 Feb 1974, Inglewood evening

 

But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned

 

Rainy Day Women # 12 & 35. 19660310#1, 19690831, 19700501, 19740109, 19740114aft, 19740131eve. 19740209eve, 19740213, 19740214aft, 19740214eve

 

 

Obviously Five Believers

Written by Bob Dylan. First performed 10 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

10 March 1966. Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #3. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

 

Early in the mornin’, early in the mornin’

I’m callin’ you to, I’m callin’ you to please come home

Yes, I could make it without you if I just didn’t feel so all alone

 

I got my black dog, I got my black dog

Barking louder, he's barking now for you in my yard

Well, I'd tell you what it means if I just didn’t have to try so hard

 

Don’t let me down, don’t let me down

I won’t let you down, I won’t let you down, no I won’t

If you get any ideas, ah, ah, please, honey, don’t

 

Your mama’s moanin', your mama’s moanin’

She’s cryin’ you know, she’s tryin’ you know, you know she's now

Well, I’d tell you what she wants, if I, but I just don’t know how

 

Fifteen jugglers, fifteen jugglers

Five believers, five believers dressed up like men

Tell yo’ mama not to worry, yes, I believe they're just my friends

 

All right

 

Early in the mornin’, early in the mornin’

I’m callin’ you to, callin’ you to please come home

Yes, I could make it without you if I just did not feel so all alone

 

10 March 1966. Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #4. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

Early in the mornin’, early in the mornin’

I’m callin’ you to, I’m callin’ you to please come home

Yes, I could make it without you if I just didn’t feel so all alone

 

Don’t let me down, don’t let me down

I won’t let you down, I won’t let you down, no I won’t

You know I can [end] no, honey, but, honey, please don’t

 

I got my black dog barkin’, black dog barkin’

Yes it is now, yes it is outside my yard

Yes, I could tell you what he means if I just didn’t have to try so hard

 

Your mama’s workin’, your mama’s moanin’

She’s cryin’ you know, she’s tryin’ you know, you better go now

Well, I’d tell you what she wants, if I, but I just don’t know how

 

Fifteen jugglers, fifteen jugglers

Five believers, five believers all dressed like men

Tell yo’ mama not to worry because, yes they’re just my friends

 

Early in the mornin’, early in the mornin’

I’m callin’ you to, I’m callin’ you to please come home

Yes, I could make it without you, honey if I just did not feel so all alone

 

VARIATIONS Obviously Five Believers. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde, 10 March 1966, the 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #4. The order of the verses is changed

 

Early in the mornin’, early in the mornin’

I’m callin’ you to, I’m callin’ you to please come home

Yes, I could make it without you if I just didn’t feel so all alone

 

Don’t let me down, don’t let me down

I won’t let you down, I won’t let you down, no I won’t

You know I can [end] no, honey, but, honey, please don’t

     If you get any ideas, ah, ah, please, honey, don’t                                                                 10 March 1966,BOBS #3

 

I got my black dog barkin’, black dog barkin’

     I got my black dog, I got my black dog                                                                                    10 March 1966,BOBS #3

Yes it is now, yes it is outside my yard

     Barking louder, he's barking now for you in my yard                                                             10 March 1966,BOBS #3

Yes, I could tell you what he means if I just didn’t have to try so hard

     Well, I'd tell you what it means if I just didn’t have to try so hard                                        10 March 1966,BOBS #3

 

Your mama’s workin’, your mama’s moanin’

     Your mama’s moanin', your mama’s moanin’                                                                         10 March 1966,BOBS #3

She’s cryin’ you know, she’s tryin’ you know, you better go now

     She’s cryin’ you know, she’s tryin’ you know, you know she's now                                    10 March 1966,BOBS #3

Well, I’d tell you what she wants, if I, but I just don’t know how

 

Fifteen jugglers, fifteen jugglers

Five believers, five believers all dressed like men

     Five believers, five believers dressed up like men                                                                10 March 1966,BOBS #3

Tell yo’ mama not to worry because, yes they’re just my friends

     Tell yo’ mama not to worry, yes, I believe they're just my friends                                       10 March 1966,BOBS #3

 

     All right                                                                                                                                          10 March 1966,BOBS #3

 

Early in the mornin’, early in the mornin’

I’m callin’ you to, I’m callin’ you to please come home

Yes, I could make it without you, honey if I just did not feel so all alone

 

Obviously Five Believers. 19660310#3#4

 

 

I Want You (Bob Dylan)

First performed 10 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

 

10 March 1966. Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Music Row Studios. The 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #5. Released on Blonde On Blonde

 

The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome 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, Yes, I want you so bad. Honey, I want you

 

How 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 it, she's 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, yes, 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 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, Yes, I want you so bad. Honey, I want you

 

VARIATIONS I Want You. Compared with the take released on Blonde On Blonde. 10 March 1966, the 13th and last Blonde On Blonde session #5

 

The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ grinder cries

     The gypsy undertaker cries, the lonesome organ grinder cries                                19 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

     The gypsy undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ grinder cries                                  18 May 1976, Oklahoma City

     The gypsy undertaker cries, the lonesome organ grinder sighs                                         23 June 1978, Rotterdam

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

     But it’s not that easy I wasn’t born to lose you                                                                       10 March 1966,BOBS #4

 

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

     Now the [???] in de midnight suit, he [???] to deliver food                                              19 Oct 1975, New York City

And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you

     And the saviors who are fast asleep, they keep wait for you                                               10 March 1966,BOBS #4

     And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait on you                                                  18 May 1976, Oklahoma City

And I wait for them to interrupt me drinkin’ from my broken cup

     I wait for them to open up and drinkin’ from my broken cup                                         18 May 1976, Oklahoma City

     I wait for them to interrupt me drinkin’ from this broken cup                                              2 June 1978, Los Angeles

And ask me to open up the gate for you

     And ask me if I would open up the gate for you                                                                     10 March 1966,BOBS #4

 

I want you, I want you, yes, I want you so bad, honey, I want you

     I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, honey, I can't help but want you                         19 Sep 1978, Montreal

 

How all my fathers, they’ve gone down, true love they’ve been without it

     Now all my fathers they've surely gone down, true love they've been without it                           6 July 1978, Paris

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

     Well, as I return to the Queen of Spades and talk with my chambermaid                         10 March 1966,BOBS #4

     I return to the Queen of Spades, talk with her chambermaid                                       18 May 1976, Oklahoma City

She knows it, she's not afraid to look at her

     She knows I’m not afraid to look at her                                                                                   10 March 1966,BOBS #4

She is good to me and there’s nothing she doesn’t see

     I know she is good to me and there’s nothing she doesn’t see                                           10 March 1966,BOBS #4

She knows where I’d like to be but it doesn’t matter

 

I want you, I want you, yes, I want you so bad, honey, I want you

     I want you, I want you, well I want you so bad, honey, I can't help but want you                 19 Sep 1978, Montreal

 

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit, he spoke to me, I took his flute

     Your dancing child with his Chinese suit, he spoke to me, I took his flute                         10 March 1966,BOBS #4

No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I

But I did it because he lied, because he took you for a ride

     But I did it though because he lied, because he took you for a ride                            18 May 1976, Oklahoma City

And because time was on his side and because I

 

I want you, I want you, yes, I want you so bad, honey, I want you

 

I Want You. 660310#4#5, 750323, 751019, 760512, 760518, 780228, 780301, 780602, 780623, 780627, 780701, 780704, 780706, 780715, 780919, 811104, 811110

 

 

Most Probably van Gogh (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 March 1966, Denver, Colorado

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. #1, #2, #3. On bootleg 7 Years Of Bad Luck and on The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

#1

 

When I'd ask why the painting was deadly, nobody could pick up my sign

'Cept for the cook, she was always friendly, but she'd only say, "What's on your mind?"

 

#2

 

When I'd ask why the painting was deadly, nobody could pick up my sign

'Cept for the cook, she was always friendly, but she'd only ask, "What's on your mind?"

She'd say that especially when it was raining, I'd say "Oh, I don't know"

But then she'd press and I'd say, "You see that painting?

Do you think it's been done by Van Gogh?"

 

The cook, she said, call her Maria, she'd always point for the same boy to come forth

Saying, "He trades cattle, it's his own idea and he also makes trips to the north

Have you ever seen his naked Cathleen, I'd say, "Oh no, why does it show?"

And she'd whisper in my ear that he's a half breed

And I'd say, "Fine, but can he paint like Van Gogh?"

 

    Well, eh, the tune is gonna come man, it's not the right tune

 

I can't remember his name, he never gave it, but I always figured he could go home

Till when he'd gave me his card and said, "Save it", I could see by his eyes he was alone

But it was sad how his four leaf clover, drawn on his calling card showed

That it was given back to him a-many times over

And it most definitely was not done by Van Gogh

 

You know she often came just to please, though I sensed she could not understand

And she made a thing out of it by saying, "Go easy, he's a straight, but he's a very crooked-straight man"

And I'd say, "Does the girl in the calendar doubt it?, and by the way is it Marilyn Monroe?"

But she'd just speak softly and say, "Why you wanna know about it?"

And I'd say, "I was just wondering if she ever sat for Van Gogh?"

 

.....It was either her or the straight man who introduced me

.....[Alright, that's the wrong beat, I play another beat]

.....[Dylan trying new tune, mumpling, trying]

 

#3

 

It was either her or the straight man who introduced me, to Jeanette, Camilla's friend

Who later on falsely accused me of stealing her locket and pen

And I said "I don't have the locket", she said "You steal pictures of everybody's mother, I know"

And I said "There's no locket, no picture of any mother I would pocket

Unless it's been done by Van Gogh."

 

.....Talking, strumming

 

#4

 

Camilla's house stood on the outskirts,, how strange to see the chandeliers destroyed

[While patiently he spill's his coffee, of fox hunts and love far before...]

 

     Oh, I'm [Mumbling, talking]

 

Most Probably van Gogh. 19660312

 

 

Don't Tell Him, Tell Me (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 March 1966, Denver, Colorado

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. On The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

And when I lonely came to you

And I'll be waiting in [???]

A strange man nearly all day through

And my pony can't ride [free]

[Honey Lee] do you know, I'm on rage for you

[Honey Lee], [Honey Lee], lonely, I've been loney

You want someone

Don't hear them, hear me

 

     [Talking]

 

I agree, they already are many [in the room]

And I'll be here waiting too

But if you want somebody else

You know, baby, that's alright with me

when you can't think alright when it don't ring in your heart

[Honey Lee], [what do I see], it's just up the scene and the pain in your heart

[???] I see you and don't hear him

You come up and you can hear me

 

     [Talking]

 

Call me if you want it

Come on down, she's in love

Baby, what a way, waste of time

And I would not know

Back on them away

 

     [Talking]

 

You think I won't do [???]

And if I could be all like you

Then I'd be back every night

 

Don't Tell Him, Tell Me. 19650312

 

 

If You Want My Love (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 March 1966, Denver, Colorado

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. On The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

If you want me, if you want my love

if you want my love, the you...

 

Valerie, Valerie, and I think can't find...

 

Valerie, I wish to tend you [???]

If you were lost, I'm coming to you

If you want my love, just tell me and you do

[???], is that you,

Valerie [I'm sorry]

Please, I'll be there for you

 

Oh, when you [???], and the if you lose me

What then are you gonna do

And if you lose me and [???]

If you want my love, please tell me that you do

 

Now the [???], how lonely, how the [???] room

And would you please, when you leave me, [???] is the heavy [???]

For if you leave me, I won't decieve you

If you want my love, please let is show

 

     [Talking]

 

Oh, when you leave

How will you lonely hearted bleed

How leave me  [???] on my knees

[???]

When I don't know when

If you find [???]

If he don't need you, let me know,

There is a home where the rain flows slow

But if you do not, I play the cards

If you wan my lovem but tell me if you don't

 

If You Want My Love. 19650312

 

 

I Still Miss Someone (Johnny Cash, Roy Cash Jr.)

First performed 11 May 1966, Cardiff, Wales

 

11 May 1966, Capitol Theatre, Cardiff, Wales, Backstage before the concert. Released in documentary Eat The Document

 

Duet with Johnny Cash

 

(both) At my door the leaves are falling, a cold, wild wind will come

(both) Sweethearts walk by together, and I still miss someone

 

(both) Oh, Never got over those blue eyes, I see them so undone

(both) There’s someone for me somewhere, and I still miss someone

 

17 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio, 4th Nashville Skyline Session, #5

Björner notes 18 February 1969, #2, Bootleg series notes 17 February 1969, #5

 

Duet Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan.

 

(both) At my door the leaves are falling, a cold, wild wind will come

(both) Sweethearts walk by together, and I still miss someone

 

Never got over those blue eyes, (Oh, Yeah), I see them everywhere (A haha, old blue eyes)

I miss those arms that held me, when all the love was there

 

(both) wander if she’s sorry for leaving me so undone, so undone

There’s someone for me somewhere, and I still miss someone

(Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom)

 

(both) Well, I go out on a party and look for a little fun

(both) But I find the darkened corner, cause I still miss someone

 

Never got over those blue eyes, see them everywhere (see them everywhere, yeah, oh)

I miss those arms that held me (mm, mm), when all the love was there

(both) wander if she’s sorry for leaving me so undone

(both) There’s someone for me somewhere, and I still miss someone

 

(both) Never got over those blue eyes, I see them everywhere (everywhere)

(both)I miss those arms that held me (yeah, hé), when all the love was there

(both) wander if she’s sorry for leaving me so undone

(both) There’s someone for me somewhere, and I still miss someone

(And maybe I still miss someone

(Oh,honey), I still miss someone

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio, 4th Nashville Skyline Session, #2

Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 15

 

Duet Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan.

 

(both) At my door the leaves are falling, a cold, wild wind will come

(both) Sweethearts walk by together, and I still miss someone

 

Oh, I never got over those blue eyes, I see them everywhere

I miss those arms that held me, when all the love was there

 

(Wander if she’s sorry) (both) for leaving what we had began

(both) There’s someone for me somewhere, and I still miss someone

 

Never got over those blue eyes, I see them everywhere (yeah, yeah)

I miss those arms that held me (miss those arms that held me, mm)

When all the love was there (when all the love was there)

(Wander if she’s sorry for leaving what we’d begun

There’s someone for me somewhere, (both) and I still miss someone

(both) and I still miss someone

 

I Still Miss Someone. 19660511, 19690217#5, 19690218#2

 

 

Animals, Birds And Cigarettes (Bob Dylan)

May 1966. Dylan building a rap out of advertising words on a pet shop. On Scorsese No Direction Home

 

 

What Kind Of Friend Is This (Bob Dylan)

First performed 19 May 1966, Glasgow, Scotland

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. On The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

What kind of friend is this, [making me to worry a thing]

What kind of friend is this, [being like an awful man]

[She don't long part of me], well every kind of thing I was

 

Tell me what kind of friend is this, what kind of friend is this?

Who loves me behind my back

What kind of friend is this, shows up every place I've been

She act kind of 'lone, but she don't

She's laying low but you know she won't

She rather lay in the morning making it on my bed

Aw, what kind of friend is this?

 

Well what kind of friend is this, makin' any [???]

What kind of friend is this, losing up anything

Back off, boy when she goes down

Lay down laid, she's walking around

Well, she ain't got a lovin'but she's teedle toodle tummin' on a pack [???] beans

Tell me what kind of friend is this?

 

Well she don't love if she don't [???]

You know she's gonna be her doll

[She don't love, she don't hunk]

Her heart stopped a-beating and she knows you're [???]

 

Well, what kind of friend is this, make me holler to and fro

What kind of friend is this, who wants to go everywhere I wanna go

Back off, she don't care for me

 

[???] own lady if she could only see

I'd give her everything if she comes back along to this

Tell me what kind of friend is this?

 

What Kind Of Friend Is This. 19660312

 

 

When Will I Be Loved (Bob Dylan)

First performed 19 May 1966,Glasgow, Scotland

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. #1, #2, #3. On The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

...

I've been made blue

I've been

 

Thell me...

 

When Will I Be Loved. 19660312

 

 

I Can't Leave Her Behind (Bob Dylan)

First performed 19 May 1966, Glasgow, Scotland

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. #1, #2. On The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

...

And I just can't [???] you a terrible truth

I suppose [???]

 

[???], where she leads me I do not know

Well, she leads me where she goes, I can't find her nowhere

 

Whenever she comes by, it makes me hurt to see her cry

I just can't mind, but I leave her some place behind, leave her behind

 

No you might think it's foolish

Not cheap, but in this way

And I can't say to her

And you might think it's ugly

You go [ranking ...]

But I can't hide, you don't know what it [???]

 

Yes, she leaves me how, all the way, I just cant give her [walk]

I just can't give her talk but sometimes I know you will

 

And when she comes my way, I'll just be left any night or day

I will hear her say that I don't will try, I cry for the crime but I can't leave her behind

 

I don't many times I have my way

I just cope with hear me say

That I to can mind [???] true

But then instead if I, if I don't make it and you do

I will swear to you that if you don't cry, try to rhyme this sign [of leaving behind] behind

 

I said [???] back when I was young

But you didn't come but I just cared to see that she's the one

And she still is gone

 

How can I hurt for you

More than I could for anyone

All my bridges gone

One song I just [???]

 

I swear I trade to you

The whole wide world if you won't take what I can't help you

But I try to take to you that I just can't leave her behind

 

#2

 

Why you send me away, I'll be on my way to get here for you

[I'll be here, my sister too], I can't find me what to do

 

As I been trying to [???] miss you, to you, but you have to free me

I want let her to and the I try but this is hunting you

 

And I just can't [???] you a terrible truth

I suppose [???]

 

[???], where she leads me I do not know

Well, she leads me where she goes, I can't find her nowhere

 

Whenever she comes back, it makes me hurt to see her cry

I just can't mind rhyme but I'll leave her some place behind, leave her behind

 

     [trying, talking]

 

No you might think it's foolish, not cheap, but in this way

And I can't say to her and you might think it's ugly

You go [ranking ...]

But I can't hide, you don't know what it does to whom

 

I Can't Leave Her Behind. 19660312

 

 

On A Rainy Afternoon (Bob Dylan)

First performed 19 May 1966, Glasgow, Scotland

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. #1, #2. On The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

Now she's walkin' in the morning, honey you come home

I'll be on my way, so long, forlorn, you just can't go

 

I will get it if I have to, if I have to please come home

Try, but I'll be dry, and I crave you, if I haunt you back all day

 

Carry my trouble, yes you [satisfy] my mind

I'll try to tell you, if I can't come in and I must stay true

 

[???] in the morning, I try my best, I will try to help you

If I can, and I leave it too, but I just can't find you away

Won't some time away

 

     [Talking]

 

[That's the way I think she told mee], [hart she bent on me]

I'll be out all morning, for you, but you can't stop me

 

Yes, I try my best to please you, try my best, but if I fail

You must help me to see you, as I go by...

 

   [Talking]

 

Now, if you send me a letter, I'll be on my way to get it for you

I'll be with my sister too, I can't find me what to do

 

Yes, I've been trying to get a message to you, but you have to treat me

I won't let her to and then I try my best to hunt her, you..

 

On A Rainy Afternoon. 19660312

 

 

If I Was A King (Bob Dylan)

First performed 19 May 1966,  Glasgow, Scotland

 

12 March 1966, a Denver Hotel room. On The Bootleg Series Volume 12, Disc 18

 

If I was a king, I’ll hang in an [arrow]

With a hundred stallions after me

And if I was a rogue, I would lay in [???], mourning Larrow

With the law hangin' after me

 

I rode six mare, I’ve been on my wagon

And now here I stand with you facin' me

And alone makin’ only that I’m morning marrow

With her hand facin’ me

 

I’d give up all I have to tell her one thought

To kiss I would give it all too, so she could see

But here I stand on a lake in the narrow wide road

condemned in a lake flamed and free

 

If I was a king, I’d give her all my land

To her and a road after me

And if I was a rogue I would give all them marrow darken

And take my chances in the land in to the sea

 

I’d stand by her road and the lonely water

I’ve stood there many times before this, you see

And I know that once you broken my heart off

With her sin finally aching after me

 

I swore by her, by her uncle and her mother

While she waited lonely back on me

And I swore by her ring that she went in, and I would go after

And alone in makin’ after me

 

If I was a king I would give her all my castles

I’d give her all my land given to me

And if I was a rogue I would steal her away from my other

And take my chances in the deep blue sea

 

And now would I stand, here by the fountain

The rain ready to shelter me

Chased by rain and Snow White and all her Seven Dwarfs

Chasin’ me, but I cannot flee

 

If I Was A King. 19660312#1#2