Volume 5. Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

 

Love Is Just A Four Letter Word (Bob Dylan)

Written 1964

 

Sung by Joan Baez since 1965. Released on single and various albums of her since 1968

 

Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind

Down in the gypsy café with a friend of a friend of mine

Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee

Yet spoke of life most free from slavery

With eyes that showed no trace of misery

A phrase in connection first with she occurred

That love is just a four-letter word

 

Outside a rattling store-front window, cats meowed to the break of day

Me, I kept my mouth shut, to you, I had no words to say

My experience was limited and underfed

You were talking while I hid

To the one who was the father of your kid

You probably didn't think I did, but I heard

You say that love is just a four-letter word

 

I said goodbye unnoticed; pushed forth into my own games

Drifting in and out of lifetimes, unmentionable by name

Searching for my double, looking for

Complete evaporation to the core

Though I tried and failed at finding any door

I must have thought that there was nothing more absurd

Than that love is just a four-letter word

 

Though I never knew just what you meant, when you were speaking to your man

I can only think in terms of me, and now I understand

After waking enough times to think, I see

The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity

Blow up in smoke, it's destiny

Falls on strangers, travels free

Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me

And I do not really need to be assured

That love is just a four-letter word

 

Strange it is to be beside you, many years the tables turned

You'd probably not believe me if I told you all I've learned

And it is very, very weird indeed

To hear words like "forever", fleets

Of ships run through my mind, I cannot cheat

It's like looking in the teacher's face complete

I can say nothing to you, but repeat what I heard

That love is just a four-letter word

 

 

Bob And Eric Blues (Bob Dylan, Eric von Schmidt)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Go down, baby, down on Main

Down on Main now, hey, baby, down on Main

Well, ah, but I see, see sweet Betsy's face

 

I come see you, Betsy where you been

I come see you, Betsy, Betsy where have you been

Oh, now, come on, hold the fire with me

 

Well, we're sitting in the parlor, we did not mean no harm

We're sitting in the parlor, did not mean no harm

Oh, now you, come home to us funny fall

 

Funny at the fall, I said, funny at the fall

Funny at the fall, yes, funny at the fall

I swear now, baby, do not mean you no harm

 

Well, now, down at the life at the academy

Oh, Lord, you should have seen old Bob and me

Well, eh, well we were right there

We're sitting right up now on them big old high chairs

 

Well, I'm on the high chair, I had a great time below

Well, I'm on the high chair, Eric is all alone

You have to make any, I guess the way it goes

 

Well, I know, I know it don't cause you no disgrace

Well, I know, I know you cause no disgrace

Cause neither one of us are here, we just take each other's place

 

I call him Eric, now, you know he calls me Bob

I call him Eric, you know he calls me Bob

 

Bob And Eric Blues. 196405?a

 

 

Black Betty (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan, Eric von Schmidt)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Duet Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan

 

Bam-ba-lam, Black Betty, Black Betty, Bam-ba-lam, Black baby, Black baby

Bam-ba-lam, [now play the music], bam-ba-lam

Whoa, Black Baby, Bam-ba-lam, Whoa, Bam-ba-lam

 

Things going crazy, things going crazy, black Betty got lazy

Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam, Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Black baby, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Wheee

 

Now the cat got mad, thinking about the thing that he could have had

Black Betty got up, sorry, have to go, now you see her on the radio, Black Betty

Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam, Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam

Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam, Black Betty

 

Black Betty. 196405?a

 

 

Florida Woman (Eric Von Schmidt)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt Eric von Schmidt is singing. Hard to tell if Dylan is singing in the background

 

Look at that sunset, mama, like a postcard sunset, in the sea

See that sunset, mama, looks like a postcard sunset down in the sea

Down in Florida, woman, nothing's worrying me

 

The sky is on ye, you know the sun is, you know the sun is red

And the sky's on baby, you know the sun is red

Well, I never full heart when that woman's in my bed

 

When the sun went down, I thought the sea would, I thought the sea would bolt

When the sun went down, I thought the seen would bolt

But he lies sea calm, all alone and cold, cold

 

Seagulls are weird, I say that they are weird and they're weird, weird and scream

Seagulls weird, you know they're weird and scream

Lie by here all night, babe, seems that I got dreams

 

I got no home on the water, no home on the sea

No home on the water, no home on the sea

Yes, that Florida woman, she'll be worrying me

 

Florida Woman. 196405?a

 

 

Johnny Cuckoo (Traditional, arr. Eric Von Schmidt)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Here comes one Johnny Cuckoo, Cuckoo

 

Well, Here comes one Johnny Cuckoo, Cuckoo

Yes, I said, here comes one Johnny Cuckoo, on a cold and stormy nigh

 

Well, what did you come for, come for

Well, what did you come for, on a cold and stormy night?

 

I come to be a soldier, soldier, soldier

I come for to be a soldier, on a cold and stormy night

 

Well, you look so black and dirty, dirty, dirty

Well, you look so black and dirty, on a cold and stormy night

 

Well, I'm just as clean as you are, you are, you are

I'm just as clean as you are, on a cold and stormy night

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home #2. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

I said, here comes old Johnny Cuckoo, Cuckoo

Well, now here comes one Johnny Cuckoo, on a cold and stormy night

 

I said, what did you come for, oh, yes, come for

I said, what did you come for

On a cold and stormy night?

 

Well, I come for to be a soldier, soldier

Yes, now I come to be a soldier

On a cold and stormy night

 

Johnny Cuckoo. 196405?a#1#2

 

 

Money Honey (Jesse Stone)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Well, the landlord rang my front doorbell

I let it ring for a long, long spell

I went to the window, I peeked through the blinds

And asked him to tell me what was on his mind

 

He said, money, honey. money, honey

Money, honey. If you want to get along with me

 

Well, I run down the hallway, I was so hard-pressed

I called the woman that I loved the best

I finally got my baby about half-past three

She said, I'd like to know what you want with me

 

I said, money, honey. money, honey

Money, honey. If you want to get along with me

 

Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know

The sun may shine and the winds may blow

The women may come and the women may go

But before I say, I love her so

 

Money, honey. money, honey

Money, honey. If you want to get along with me

 

Well, the landlord rang my front doorbell

I let it ring for a long, long spell

I went to the window, I peeked through the blinds

And asked him to tell me what was on his mind

 

Money, honey. money, honey

Money, honey. If you want to get along with me

 

Money Honey. 196405?a

 

 

More And More (Webb Pierce, Merie Kilgore)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

More and more, I'm forgetting the past, more and more I'm living at last

Day by day, I'm losin' my blues, more and more, I'm forgettin' bout you

 

But oh, how I've tried to keep you by my side, and oh how I cried the day you said goodbye

Day by day, I'm losin' my blues, more and more, I'm forgettin' bout you

 

But oh, how I've tried to keep you by my side, and oh how I cried the day you said goodbye

Day by day, I'm losin' my blues, more and more, I'm forgettin' bout you

 

More and more, I'm forgetting the past, more and more I'm living at last

Day by day, I'm losin' my blues, more and more, I'm forgettin' bout you

 

4 May 1965, London, England, Savoy Hotel, with Joan Baez. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 12, collector's Edition, Disc 18

 

More and more I'm forgetting the past, more and more I'm living at last

Day by day I'm losin' my blues, more and more I'm forgettin' bout you

 

But oh how I tried, to keep you by my side, and oh how I cried, the day you said goodbye

Day by day I'm losin' my blues, more and more I'm forgettin' bout you

 

More and More. 196405?a, 19650504

 

 

Mr. Tambourine Man (Bob Dylan)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

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

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming

 

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

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

 

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship

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

My toes too numb to step

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’

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

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it

 

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

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

 

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

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

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’

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

To your tambourine in time

It’s just a ragged clown behind

I wouldn't pay it any mind

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

 

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

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

 

Take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind

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

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky

With one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate drivin' deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow

 

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

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

 

VARIATIONS Mr. Tambourine Man. Compared with the take released on Bringing It All Back Home. Recorded 15 January 1965, the 1st Bringing It All Back Home recording session #6

 

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

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

 

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

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

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

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming

 

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

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

 

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship

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

My toes too numb to step

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’

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

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it

 

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

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

 

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

     Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly through the sun          May 1964, Florida, Eric’s House

     Though you might hear laughter’, spinnin’                                                                                       1 Jun 1965, London

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

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’

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

To your tambourine in time

It’s just a ragged clown behind

     I wouldn't pay it any mind                                                                                         9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS#2, (W Elliot)

     And if to you he left blind                                                                                               May 1964, Florida, Eric’s House

     I wouldn't pay it any mind                                                                                                         28 Aug 1965, Forrest Hills

I wouldn't pay it any mind

     And if to you he looks blind and if to you he looks behind                               May 1964, Eric Von Schmidt's Home

     You needn't pay it any mind                                                                                          May 1964, Florida, Eric’s House

     It’s just a ragged clown behind and if to you he looks behind                            9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS#2, (W Elliot)

     It's just a ragged clown behind                                                                                                28 Aug 1965, Forrest Hills

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

     It’s just a shadow that he's chasin that you’re seein’                                                May 1964, Florida, Eric’s House

     I wouldn't worry, it’s just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasin'                     9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS#2, (W Elliot)

     It’s a shadow he's chasin' that you're seein'                                               Jun 1964, Unidentified Recording Studio

     Besides, it’s just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasin'                                                        6 Feb 1966, Pittsburgh

 

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

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

 

Take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind

     Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind                           May 1964, Florida, Eric’s House

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

     Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the haunted leaves                                 9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS#2, (W Elliot)

     Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the hidden leaves                                                          17 May 1964, London

     Down the foggy ruins of times, far past the frozen leaves                                                       9 July 1981, Drammen

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach

     The hidden, frightened trees, out to the windy beach                                               May 1964, Florida, Eric’s House

     The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach                                                              17 May 1964, London

     The haunted, sheltered trees, out to the windy beach                               9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS#2, (W Jack Elliot)

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

     Silhouetted by the sea, encircled by the circus sands                                     May 1964, Eric Von Schmidt's Home

With all memory and fate drivin' deep beneath the waves

     With all memory and fate driven deep inside the waves                                          May 1964, Florida, Eric’s House

     Driving memory and fate deep beneath the waves                                  17 May 1964, London, Royal Festival Hall

Let me forget about today until tomorrow

 

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

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

 

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Suzie Q (Hawkins, Lewis, Broadwater)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, Eric Van Schmidt's House. Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Oh Susie Q. Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, my Susie Q

 

I like the way you walk, I like the way you walk, I like the way you walk

I like the way you talk, my Susie Q

 

Oh Susie Q. My Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, my Susie Q

 

I like the way you reel, I like the way you reel, I like the way you reel

I like the way you feel, my Susie Q

 

Oh Susie Q. My Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, my Susie Q

 

I like the way you stand, I like the way you stand, I like the way you stand

Yeah, la, la, la, la, I wanna be your man

 

Oh Susie Q. My Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, my Susie Q

 

Oh Susie Q. My Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, I know Eric does too

 

I like the way you talk, I like the way you walk, Well, now [if I was ???]] Lord

I never called upon

 

Oh Susie Q. My Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, my Susie Q

 

I don’t wanna hurt you, I don’t wanna hurt you, I don't wanna hurt you

Wanna make you blue, my Susie-Q

 

There's only one thing I'll do, there's only one thing I'll do, there's only one thing I'll do

[???] I will let you be you

 

I will let you be you, I will let you be you, I will let you be you, I will let you be you

[and any ??? will do]

 

Oh Susie Q. Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, my Susie Q

 

Who with you, oh yes

 

Wake in the morning and you look in the [glass], wake up in the morning and you look in the [glass]

 

Oh Susie Q, man, are you out of your [class]

What?

Out of your [class]?

Drop out

What is that?

 

You may be a [???], you may be, oh, wishful thinking, you may be a, a wishful thinking, yeah

Yeah, you may be a drop out, [???] don’t you do that, Susie Q

Oh, and there’s a whole lot of other people there being drop out too

 

Oh Susie Q. Oh Susie Q, [???]

 

I can’t sing anymore, I can’t sing anymore

I can’t sing any more, Betty came through the door, I can’t sing no more

 

Susie-Q. 196405?a

 

 

Dr. Strangelove Blues (Eric Von Schmidt)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, Eric Van Schmidt's House. Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

(Dr. Strangelove, Dr. Strangelove)

(Yeah, traveling through the land

(Talk about Dr. odd Strangelove)

(Yeah, did he traveling through the land)

(Some say, he's a woman)

(Other ones say, that he's a man)

 

(When some like, I said, when some like, when some like it hot)

(Woo, yes, man, some like it hot)

(Some like it, some like it cold)

(Yeah, some like it hot)

(Other ones they like it cold)

(And there's, some people like it in a party)

(Whoo, others like it nine days old)

 

Well, some like it skinny

Some like it tall and small

Some like it skinny

Some like it short and small

Well, some like it too much

And some don't like it at all

 

(both) Dr. Strangelove, Dr. Strangelove

(both) Yeah, traveling through the land

(He travels, he travels)

   He traveled all over, stop it

(He's travelin through, through the land)

(Tell you about Dr. Strangelove now)

(Well, you always had Dr. Strangelove)

(That is where it all began)

 

(Well, you all know about [???] and fairy queen)

(Yeah, you all know about [???] and king Kong

[???], and fairy queen)

(Well, I am worried about that girl now)

(That [need her] Shetland pony to make [em seen])

 

Well, Dr. Strangelove

He sure is weird

Well, Dr. Strangelove

Oh, Lord, he sure is weird

He puts me in bed with Charles Laughton

When he turns out to be King Lear

 

(Down south in Florida)

(Where al kind of strange things are going on)

(Well, down south in Florida)

(Strange things are going on)

(Well, the old grandmama is hanging on the Beatle picture)

(And the little kids are digging King Kong)

 

Strangelove, strange, strange

 

Goodbye Dr. Strangelove

We'll see you again

 

Dr. Strangelove Blues. 196405?a

 

 

Stoned On The Mountain (Bob Dylan)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, Eric Van Schmidt's House #1. Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

 

     No, no, no, no, wait, stop

 

     Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

 

   [???]

 

You gotta smash it with your stone

 

Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

You gonna smash, oh brother did

What you stone

 

God give..

God give..

 

Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

Stoned on the mountain

Smashed in the valley

You gonna smash, oh brother did

What you stone

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, Eric Van Schmidt's House #2. Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Jeremiah, must have been a junky

Jeremiah, must have been a junky

Jeremiah, must have been a junky

All his followers they was stoned

 

Stoned on the mountain, smashed in the valley

Stoned on the mountain, smashed in the valley

Stoned on the mountain, smashed in the valley

You gonna smash, oh brother did, what you stone

 

Take a little sniff and you draw it down deep

Oh, when you take a little sniff and you draw it down deep

When you take a little sniff an you draw it down deep

When you take too much, oh, brother, you go to sleep

 

Stoned on the mountain, walkin' in the valley

Stoned on the mountain, sleepin' in the valley

Stoned on the mountain, wanderin' through the valley

You gonna smash, oh brother did, what you stone

 

   What you stone,

What's this stone for our business?

   Well, there's stone, t  There's a whole lot of stone, always laying around

In the valley?

   Yeah

In the valley

   Yeah, they, they roll down

In the great majestic valley

They roll down

   Yes

I know they roll down

   This is Columbia

   My God, vacation land

 

Well, you  better watch out, that you don't get stoned

Now well, you  better watch out, that you don't get stoned

Now, you  better watch out, that you don't get stoned

You might find, your mind, you might lose your own

 

Oh, yeah. It all depends

 

You better watch out for the signs of falling rocks

Oh yeah

You better watch out for the signs of falling rocks

You better watch out for the signs of falling rocks

 

Oh wow

 

I tried…

I couldn’t say it.

I couldn't say what I was thinkin

 

Stoned On The Mountain 196405?a#1#2

 

 

Joshua Gone Barbados (Eric Von Schmidt)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, Eric Van Schmidt's House. Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Cane standin’ in the field, gettin’ old and red

Mmmm, three men’ layin’ dead

Joshua was the head of the government, strike for better pay

[???] be strikin’ but Joshua gone away

Joshua gone Barbados stayin’ in a big hotel

People on this island got no one to tell

 

Well, he sugar mill owner told the strikers

Don’t need you to cut my cane

Yeah, your strike be all in vain

 

Joshua gone Barbados stayin’ in a big hotel

People on this island (Saint Vincent) many sad tales to tell

 

Well, they get a lot of tough fellas, they bring ’em from Zion Hill

Bring ’em in a bus up to Georgetown, you know somebody g'd get killed

And Sunny Child the overseer I see he’s an ignorant man

Walkin’ through the cane fields pistol in his hand

Joshua gone Barbados staying in a bog hotel

People on this island got many sad tales to tell

 

Police givin’ protection new fellas cuttin’ cane

Well, the strikers can’t do nothin’ strike be all in vain

Sunny Child cursed the strikers wave his pistol round

Beatin’ Sunny with the cutless, man they beat him to the ground

Joshua gone Barbados just like he don't know

People in Saint Vincent got no where to go

 

Cane standin’ in the field gettin’ old and red

Sunny Child in the hospital, a pistol on his bed

I wish I could go to Trinidad or Curacao

People on this island they got no where to go

Joshua gone Barbados stayin’ in a big hotel

People on this island got many sad tales to tell

 

April or Early May 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York (Info Sid Griffin)

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. (Info Olof Björner) Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Cane standing in the fields getting old and red

Lots of misery in Georgetown, three men lying dead

Joshua, head of the government, said, strike for better pay

Cane cutters are striking, Joshua gone away

Joshua gone Barbados, just like he don't know

People on this island, they got nowhere to go

 

Down, down, down in the city, you can hear how the women bawl

Joshua gone Barbados, he don't care at all

 

Sonny Child the overseer, I swear he's an ignorant man

Walking through the cane field, pistol in his hand

[???] crossed the strikers, [???]

Everybody end in jail, strike be all in vain

Joshua gone Barbados, just like he don't know

People on the St. Vincent, got no place to go

 

(That's enough, it's a very long song)

 

Joshua Gone Barbados. 196405??, 196703>10

 

 

Costa Bravos (?)

June – August 1964. Rumored To Be Recorded with Joan Baez, New York Studio Session

 

 

Denise (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Denise, Denise, gal, what’s on your mind? Denise, Denise, gal, what’s on your mind?

You got your eyes closed, babe but I know that you ain’t blind

 

Well, I can see you smiling but oh your mouth is inside out

I can see you smiling but you’re smiling inside out

Well, I know you’re laughin’ but what are you laughin’ about

 

Well, if you’re tryin’ to throw me, babe, I’ve already been tossed

If you’re tryin’ to throw me, babe, I’ve already been tossed

Babe, you’re tryin’ to lose me, babe, I’m already lost

 

Well, what are you doing, are you flying or have you flipped?

Oh, what are you doing, have you flying or have you flipped?

Well, you call my name and then say your tongue just slipped

 

Denise, Denise, are you for sale or just on the shelf

Denise, Denise, are you for sale or just on the shelf

I’m looking deep in your eyes, babe and all I can see is myself

 

Denise. 19640609

 

 

It Ain't Me, Babe (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. #2. Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

Go ’way from my window, leave at your own chosen speed

I’m not the one you want, babe, I’m not the one you need

You say you’re lookin’ for someone who's never weak but always strong

To protect you an’ defend you whether you are right or wrong

Someone to open each and every door

But it ain’t me, babe, no, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

 

Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground

I’m not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down

You say you’re lookin’ for someone who'll promise never to part

Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart

Someone who will die for you an’ more

But it ain’t me, babe, no, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

 

Go melt back in the night, everything inside is made of stone

There’s nothing in here moving an’ anyway I’m not alone

You say you’re lookin' for someone who’ll pick you up each time you fall

To gather flowers constantly an’ to come each time you call

A lover for your life an’ nothing more

But it ain’t me, babe, no, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

 

30 October 1975, Plymouth, Massachusetts, War Memorial Auditorium

 

Go ’way from my window, leave at your own chosen speed

I’m not the one you want, babe, I’m not the one you need

You say you’re lookin’ for someone, never weak but always strong

To protect you an’ defend you whether you are right or wrong

Someone to open each and every door, but it ain’t me, babe

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe, it ain't me you're looking for

 

Go lightly from the ledge, babe, step lightly on the ground

I'm not the one that you wanna get around, babe, I'll only let you down

You say you’re lookin’ for someone to get there when you fall

To gather flowers constantly an’ to come every time you call

A lover for your life but nothing more, but it ain’t me, babe

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe, it ain't me you're looking for

 

Go melt back into, back into the night, babe, everything inside here is made of stone

There’s nothing, nothing in here moving an’ anyway I’m not alone

You say you’re lookin' for someone, trying never to part

Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart

Someone who will die for you an’ more, but it ain’t me, babe

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe, it ain't me you're looking for

 

VARIATIONS It Ain't Me, Babe. Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan. 9 June 1964, Another Side Of Bob Dylan session #2. See also Volume 9 and 13

 

Go ’way from my window, leave at your own chosen speed

     Go ’way from my window, go away from my sight                                                           3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     Get away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed                                      9 Feb 1974, Seattle, evening

I’m not the one you want, babe, I’m not the one you need

     I’m not the one you want, babe, [I will only losing you]                                                   3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

You say you’re lookin’ for someone who's never weak but always strong

     You say you’re lookin’ for someone who will promise never to part                        8 Aug 1964, Joan Baez concert

     You say you’re lookin’ for someone, never weak but always strong                                     Mar-Oct 1967, Big Pink

To protect you an’ defend you whether you are right or wrong

     Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart                             8 Aug 1964, Joan Baez concert

     [To] protect, he can't defend you whether you are right or wrong                                          Mar-Oct 1967, Big Pink

Someone to open each and every door, but it ain’t me, babe

     Someone who  will die for you and more, but it ain't me babe                                                   10 Nov 1978, Seattle

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

 

Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground

     Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly across the ground                                                 Mar-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     Go lightly on the ledge, babe, go lightly across the ground                                     14 Jan 1974, Boston, afternoon

     Step lightly from the ledge, babe, step lightly on the ground                                                 19 Nov 1975, Worcester

I’m not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down

     I'm not the one that you wanna [get around], babe, I'll only let you down                             30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

You say you’re lookin’ for someone who'll promise never to part

     You say you’re lookin’ for someone who's never week and always strong            8 Aug 1964, Joan Baez concert

     You say you are lookin' for someone to never to part                                                         10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     You say you’re lookin’ for someone who'll get there when you fall                                        30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     You say you’re lookin’ for someone who'll get you up every time you fall                       5 June 1978, Los Angeles

Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart

     To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong                              8 Aug 1964, Joan Baez concert

     Somebody to close his eyes to you, somebody to close his heart                                         12 Dec 1965, San José

     To gather flowers constantly an’ to come every time you call                                                 30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

Someone who will die for you an’ more, but it ain’t me, babe

     Someone to open each and every door                                                                       8 Aug 1964, Joan Baez concert

     One to die for you an’ more                                                                                                          12 Dec 1965, San José

     Someone who's a wonna die for you an’ more, but it ain’t me, babe                       14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

     Someone who will die for you an’ maybe more, but it ain’t me, babe                                  13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

     A lover for your life an’ nothing more, but it ain’t me, babe                                                     30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

 

Go melt back in the night, everything inside is made of stone

     Go melt back in the night, everything in here is made of stone                                                17 May 1964, London

     Go melt back into, back into the night, baba, everything inside here is made of stone      30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     Slide back into the night, babe, everything inside is made of stone                                        26 Nov 1975, Augusta

     Go back in the night, everything inside is made of stone                                                           4 Dec 1975, Montreal

     Go melt back into the night, babe, everything inside is made of stone                                  4 Nov 1981, Cincinnati

There’s nothing in here moving an’ anyway I’m not alone

     There’s nothing inside moving an’ anyway I’m not alone                                                           17 May 1964, London

     There’s nothing, nothing in here moving an’ anyway I’m not alone                                       30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     There’s nothing in here that's moving an’ anyway I’m not alone                                        20 Nov 1975, Cambridge

     There’s nothing in here moving and don't you know I'm not alone                                           4 Dec 1975, Montreal

     There’s nothing in here that's moving and anyway, don't you know I’m not alone       8 Dec 1975, New York City

     I'm not the one you want babe, and anyway I'm not alone                                                    10 July 1981, Drammen

You say you’re lookin' for someone who’ll pick you up each time you fall

     You say you’re lookin' for someone who’ll pick you up every time you fall                           31 Oct 1964, New York

     You say you’re lookin' for someone to pick you up every time you fall                                   1 May 1965, Liverpool

     You say you’re lookin' for someone who look up every time you call                                        4 Jan 1974, Chicago

     You say you’re lookin' for someone, trying never to part                                                         30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     You say you're looking for someone who would promise never to part                           5 June 1978, Los Angeles

To gather flowers constantly an’ to come each time you call

     To gather flowers constantly an’ to come every time you call                                                 31 Oct 1964, New York

     To gather flowers for you constantly an’ to come every time you call          24 Jul 1964, Newport, Freebody Park

     Someone to gather flowers constantly an’ to come every time you call                          31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     Someone to gather flowers constantly an’ pick you up every time you fall                               4 Jan 1974, Chicago

     Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart                                            30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     Someone who [???] at you flowers constantly and jump every time you call                        26 Nov 1975, Augusta

     To get flowers constantly an’ to come each time you call                                                          18 Oct 1978, Chicago

     Someone to get you flowers constantly and to come every time that you call                     10 Dec 1978, Charlotte

A lover for your life an’ nothing more, but it ain’t me, babe

     A lover for your life, but what more, but it ain't me, babe                                    14 Feb 1974, Inglewood afternoon

     Someone who'll die for you an’ more, but it ain’t me, babe                                                     30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

 

Final lines

 

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

     Lord, Lord, Lord, it ain’t me, babe                                                                                                  17 May 1964, London

     No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for                                                   31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     No, no, no it sure ain't me, babe, it ain't me you're lookin' for                                               13 Feb 1974, Inglewood

     No, no, no, no, no, it ain't me, babe, it ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

                                                                                  It ain't me you're lookin' for                    19 Nov 1975, Worcester

     No, no, no, it ain't me, babe, it ain't me you're lookin' for, must be

                                                       someone else babe, It ain't me you're lookin' for                  4 Dec 1975, Montreal

 

It Ain't Me, Babe 640517, 640609#1INC#2, 640724, 640808, 641010, 641031, 650327, 650430, 650501, 650502, 650505, 650506, 650507, 650509, 650510, 650601, 650828, 650903, 651030, 651212,  6703>10, 690831, 700501, 740103, 740104, 740109, 740114aft, 740131eve, 740209eve, 740213, 740214aft, 740214eve, 751030, 751115eve, 751119, 751120, 751121aft, 751121eve, 751126, 751204, 751208, 760512, 19760516, 19780605, 781018, 780704, 780919, 781020, 781110, 781115, 781210, 810710, 810725, 811104, 811112

 

 

To Ramona (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

Ramona, come closer, shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise

For the flowers of the city, though breathlike get deathlike sometimes

And there’s no use in tryin’ to deal with the dyin’ though I cannot explain that in lines

 

Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the strength of your skin

Your magnetic movements still captures the minutes I’m in

But it grieves my heart, love to see you tryin’ to be a part of a world that just don’t exist

It’s all just a dream, babe, a vacuum, a scheme, babe, that sucks you into feelin’ like this

 

I can see that your head has been twisted and fed by worthless foam from the mouth

I can tell you are torn between stayin’ and returnin’ back to the South

You’ve been fooled into thinking that the finishin’ end is at hand

Yet there’s no one to beat you, no one t’ defeat you ’cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

 

I’ve heard you say many times that you’re better than no one and no one is better than you

If you really believe that, you know you have nothing to win and nothing to lose

From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem

That hype you and type you and making you feel that you got to be just like them

 

I’d forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring

For deep in my heart I know there's no help I can bring

Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think you should do

And someday maybe, who knows, baby, I’ll come and be cryin’ to you

 

VARIATIONS To Ramona. Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 June 1964

 

Ramona, come closer, shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise

For the flowers of the city, though breath like get deathlike sometimes

     For the flowers of the city, though breath like get deathlike at times                      24 Jul 1964, Newport afternoon

And there’s no use in tryin’ to deal with the dyin’

Though I cannot explain that in lines

     Though I cannot explain that to you in lines                                                                                1 May 1965, Liverpool

     Though I cannot explain that in words                                                                                  15 Nov 1978, Los Angeles

 

Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the strength of your skin

     Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be next to the strength of your skin       31 Oct 1964, New York

     Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the lines of your skin                     25 Nov 1964, San Jose

     Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the touch of your skin                     1 May 1965, Liverpool

Your magnetic movements still captures the minutes I’m in

But it grieves my heart, love to see you tryin’ to be a part of a world that just don’t exist

It’s all just a dream, babe, a vacuum, a scheme, babe

     It’s all just a scheme, babe, a vacuum, a dream, babe                                             24 Jul 1964, Newport afternoon

That sucks you into feelin’ like this

 

I can see that your head has been twisted and fed by worthless foam from the mouth

     with worthless foam from the mouth                                                                            24 Jul 1964, Newport afternoon

I can tell you are torn between stayin’ and returnin’ back to the South

You’ve been fooled into thinking that the finishin’ end is at hand

Yet there’s no one to beat you, no one t’ defeat you ’cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

 

I’ve heard you say many times that you’re better than no one and no one is better than you

If you really believe that

You know you have nothing to win and nothing to lose

     You know you got nothing to win and nothing to lose                                               24 Jul 1964, Newport afternoon

     Then you know you got nothing to win and nothing to lose                                                  7 May 1965, Manchester

From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem

That hype you and type you and making you feel

That you got to be just like them

     That you must be just like them                                                                                    24 Jul 1964, Newport afternoon

     That you must be exactly like them                                                                                              31 Oct 1964, New York

 

I’d forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring

     I’d forever talk to you but soon these words they would turn into a meaningless ring            2 March 1978, Tokyo

For deep in my heart I know there's no help I can bring

Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think you should do

And someday maybe, who knows, baby, I’ll come and be cryin’ to you

 

COMBINED VERSES 3 and 4

 

I can see that your head has been twisted and fed by worthless foam from the mouth       6 Jan 1974, Philadelphia

I can tell you are torn between stayin’ and returnin’ back to the South

From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem

That hype you and type you and making you feel that you got to be just like them

 

To Ramona. 640609, 640726, 641010, 641031, 641125, 650327, 650430, 650501, 650502, 650505, 650506, 650507, 650509, 650828, 650903, 650910, 651030inc, 660205, 660206, 740106AFT, 771230, 7801??, 780228, 780302, 7804??, 780715, 781031, 781110, 781115, 781210, 801010, 801116

 

 

Spanish Harlem Incident (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side Of Bob Dylan session #5. Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem cannot hold you to its heat

Your temperature’s is too hot for taming, your flaming feet are burnin' up the street

I am homeless, come and take me to reach of your rattling drums

Let me know, babe, all about my fortune, down along my restless palms

 

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed, I have fallen far beneath

Your pearly eyes, so fast an’ slashing an’ your flashing diamond teeth

The night is pitch black, come an’ make my pale face fit into place, ah, please!

Let me know, babe, I’m nearly drowning if it’s you my lifelines trace

 

I been wond’rin’ all about me ever since I seen you there

On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I’m riding, I know I’m ’round you but I don’t know where

You have slayed me, you have made me, I got to laugh halfways off my heels

I got to know, babe, ah, will you surround me? So I can know if I’m really real                        

 

VARIATIONS Spanish Harlem Incident. Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 June 1964, Another Side Of Bob Dylan session #5.

 

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem cannot hold you to its heat

Your temperature’s is too hot for taming, your flaming feet are burnin' up the street

I am homeless, come and take me to reach of your rattling drums

     I am homeless, come and take me into reach of your rattling drums                             9 June 11964, ASOBDS #3

Let me know, babe, all about my fortune, down along my restless palms

 

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed, I have fallen far beneath

Your pearly eyes, so fast an’ slashing an’ your flashing diamond teeth

The night is pitch black, come an’ make my pale face fit into place, ah, please!

Let me know, babe, I’m nearly drowning if it’s you my lifelines trace

     Let me know, babe, have you surround me, if it’s you my lifelines trace                                       31 Oct 1964, NYC

 

I been wond’rin’ all about me ever since I seen you there

On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I’m riding, I know I’m ’round you but I don’t know where

You have slayed me, you have made me, I got to laugh half ways off my heels

I got to know, babe, ah, will you surround me? So, I can know if I’m really real                                                                

     I got to know, babe, ah, if it's you I'm wanting, so I can know if I’m really real                              31 Oct 1964, NYC

 

Spanish Harlem Incident 19640609#3#4INC#5, 19641031

 

 

Ballad In Plain D (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side Of Bob Dylan session #2. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze

With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn

I courted her proudly but now she is gone

Gone as the season she’s taken

 

In one summer's youth, I stole her away

From her mother and sister, though close did they stay

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day

With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide usOf the two sisters, I loved the young

 

With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one

The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone

By the jealousy of others around her

 

For her parasite sister, I had no respect

.....

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side Of Bob Dylan session #5. Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze / With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn

I courted her proudly but now she is gone / Gone as the season she’s taken

 

In a young summer’s breeze, I stole her away / From her mother and sister, though close did they stay

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day / With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us

 

Of the two sisters, I loved the young / With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one

The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone / By the jealousy of others around her

 

For her parasite sister, I had no respect / Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect

Countless visions of the other she’d reflect / As a crutch for her scenes and her society

 

Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused / The changes I was going through can’t even be used

For the lies that I told her in hope not to lose / The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime

 

With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip / A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped

Noticing not that I’d already slipped / To a sin of love’s false security

 

rom silhouetted anger to manufactured peace / Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies

Till the tombstones of damage read no questions but, “Please / What’s wrong, what’s exactly the matter?”

 

And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen / The timeless explosion of fantasy’s dream

At the peak of the night, the king and the queen / Tumbled all down into pieces

 

“The tragic figure!” her sister, did shout / “Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!”

And I in my armor, turning about / And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness

 

Beneath a bare lightbulb the plaster did pound / Her sister and I in a screaming battleground

And she in between, the victim of sound / Soon shattered as a child to the shadows

 

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight / I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight

My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night / Leaving all of love’s ashes behind me

 

he wind knocks my window, the room it is wet / The words to say I’m sorry, I haven’t found yet

I think of her often and hope whoever she’s met / Will be fully aware of how precious she is

 

Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me / “How good, how good does it feel to be free?”

And I answer them most mysteriously / “Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?”

 

VARIATIONS

 

Verse 2

In one summer's youth, I stole her away                                                                 9 Jun 1964, Another Side session #2

In a young summer’s breeze, I stole her away                                        9 Jun 1964, on Another Side Of Bob Dylan #5

 

Ballad In Plain D 19640609#2#5

 

 

I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side Of Bob Dylan session #5. Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

I can’t understand, she let go of my hand, an’ left me here facing the wall

I’d sure like to know, why she did go, but I can’t get close t’ her at all

Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime, she said she would never forget

But now mornin’s clear, it’s like I ain’t here, she acts like we never met

 

It’s all new to me, like some mystery, it could even be like a myth

But it’s hard to think on, that she’s the same one, that last night I was with

From darkness, dreams are deserted, am I still dreamin’ yet?

I wish she’d unlock, her voice once an’ talk, ‘stead of acting like we never met

 

If she ain’t feelin’ well, then why don’t she tell, ’stead of turnin’ her back to my face?

Without any doubt, she seems too far out, for me to return to or chase

Now, her skirt it swayed as the guitar played, her mouth was watery and wet

But now somethin' has changed, for she ain't the same, she just acts like we never have met

 

If I didn’t have t’ guess, I’d gladly confess, to anything I might’ve tried

If I was with her too long, or have done something wrong, I wish she’d tell me what it is, I’ll run an’ hide

Though the night ran swirling an’ whirling, I remember her whispering yet

But evidently she don’t, evidently she won’t, she just acts like we never have met

 

I’m leavin’ today, I’ll be on my way, of this I can’t say very much

But if you want me to, I can be just like you, an’ pretend that we never have touched

An’ if anybody asks me, “Is it easy to forget?”

I’ll say, “It’s easily done, you just pick anyone, an’ pretend that you never have met!”

 

VARIATIONS I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met). Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 June 19164, BDRS. See also Volume 13

 

I can’t understand, she let go of my hand, an’ left me here facing the wall

     I can’t understand, she let go of my hand, an’ left me here facing at the wall                   9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

     I don't understand, she let go of my hand, an’ left me here facing the wall                       9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #3

     I can’t understand, she let go of my hand, she then left me here facing the wall                       5 May 1966, Dublin

I’d sure like to know, why she did go, but I can’t get close to her at all

     I’d sure like to know, why she did go, but I can’t get next to her at all                          3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime, she said she would never forget

     Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime, she said she’d never forget         9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

But now morning’s clear, it’s like I ain’t here, she acts like we never met

     But now, morning’s clear, it’s like I ain’t here, it seems like we never met                         9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

     But morning’s clear, and it’s like I ain’t here, she acts like we never met                                    5 May 1966, Dublin

     But morning’s clear, and it’s like I ain’t here, she acts like we never have met                   16 May 1966, Sheffield

     But morning’s clear, and it’s like I ain’t here, she just acts like we never have met       17 May 1966, Manchester

     But morning’s clear, and it’s like I’m not here, she just acts like we never have met            27 May 1966, London

     Somethin' is clear, like I ain’t here, she acts like we never have met                           ?? April 1978, Santa Monica

     But morning is hear, it's like I ain't here, she acts like we never have met                            27 June 1980, London

 

It’s all new to me, like some mystery, it could even be like a myth

     It’s all new t’ me, like some [???]                                                                                                 26 Feb 1966, New York

     It’s all new to me, it’s like some mystery, it could even be like a myth                               20 May 1966, Edinburgh

     Yes, I, sure like to guess… I know what you mean, it could even be like a myth                  27 May 1966, London

But it’s hard to think on, that she’s the same one, that last night I was with

From darkness, dreams are deserted, am I still dreaming yet

     Yes, I know, from darkness, dreams are deserted, but am I still dreaming yet                   12 Dec 1965, San José

     Yes, I know, from darkness, dreams are deserted to, but am I still dreaming yet          17 May 1965, Manchester

I wish she’d unlock, her voice once an’ talk, ‘stead of acting like we never met

     I wish she’d unlock, her voice once an’ talk, ‘stead of acting like we never have met     9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

 

If she ain’t feelin’ well, then why don’t she tell, ’stead of turning her back to my face?

     If she ain’t feelin’ well, I wish she would tell                                                                            9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #3

Without any doubt, she seems too far out, for me to return to or chase

Now, her skirt it swayed as the guitar played, her mouth was watery and wet

But now somethin' has changed, for she ain't the same, she just acts like we never have met

     But now somethin' has changed, for she ain't the same, she acts like we never have met      9 Jun, ASOBDS #1

     But somethin' has changed, she ain't acting the same, she just acts like we never have met      10 1 74, Toronto

 

If I didn’t have t’ guess, I’d gladly confess, to anything I might’ve tried

     If I hadn't have to guess, I’d gladly confess, to anything I might’ve tried                            9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

     But if I had to guess, I’d gladly confess, to anything I might’ve tried                            25 Nov 1976, San Francisco

If I was with her too long, or have done something wrong, I wish she’d tell me what it is, I’ll run an’ hide

Though the night ran swirling an’ whirling, I remember her whispering yet

     The night ran swirling an’ whirling, I remember her whispering yet                                    9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

But evidently, she don’t, evidently she won’t, she just acts like we never have met

     she just pretends like we never have met                                                                             10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

 

I’m leavin’ today, I’ll be on my way, of this I can’t say very much

     I’m leavin’ today, of this I can say, I can't even think too much                                           9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #3

     I’m leavin’ today, I’ll be on my way, of this I can’t say too much                                                10 Nov 1978, Seattle

But if you want me to, I can be just like you, and pretend that we never have touched

     But if you want me to, I can be just like you, I can say that we never have touched          3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Ill

An’ if anybody asks me, is it easy to forget?

     And if anybody ever asks me, is it easy to forget                                                                      10 Dec 1978, Charlotte

I’ll say, It’s easily done, you just pick anyone, an’ pretend that you never have met

 

Lines from verse 5 and verse 4 mixed on tour

 

If I didn’t have t’ guess, I’d gladly confess to anything I might’ve tried

If I was with her too long or have done something wrong, I wish she’d tell me what it is, I’ll run an’ hide

Now, her skirt it swayed as the guitar played, her mouth was watery and wet

But somethin' has changed, for she ain't the same, she just acts like we never have met

     I wish she’d unlock, her voice once an’ talk, ‘stead of acting like we never have met      25 11 1976, S Fransisco

 

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Chimes Of Freedom (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side Of Bob Dylan Session #7.

Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

Far between sundown's finish and midnight’s broken toll

We ducked inside the doorway 's thunder went crashing

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Through the city’s melting furnace, unexpectedly we watched

With faces hidden as the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain

Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake

Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked

Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze

Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind

Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position

Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

All down in taken-for-granted situations

Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute

For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute

For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an’ cheated by pursuit

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flared

An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale

An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught

Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended

As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look

Spellbound an’ swallowed till the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse

An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

VARIATIONS Chimes Of Freedom. Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan . Recorded 9 June 1964, Another Side Of Bob Dylan Session #7.

 

Far between sundown's finish and midnight’s broken toll

     Far between the midnight sundown and midnight's golden toll                                           9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

     Far between the midnight sundown and midnight's broken toll                                           9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #3

     Far between the finished sundown and midnight’s broken toll                                                 17 May 1964, London

We ducked inside the doorway 's thunder went crashing

     We ducked behind the doorway 's thunder went crashing                                                   9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

     And they seemed to be the chimes of freedom flashing                                                       9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Through the city’s melting furnace, unexpectedly we watched

     In the city’s melting furnace, unexpectedly we watched                                                            17 May 1964, London

     In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched                                                        9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

With faces hidden as the walls were tightening

     As faces hidden as the walls were tightening                                                                         9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #3

As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain

Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake

Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked

Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze

     That the clinging of the church bells blew the blowin’ rain                                                    9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #3

     That the echo of the church bells blew far into the night                                                    10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind

     Tollin’ … striking …                                                                                                                     9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1

Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time

     An’ the poet and the painter who lights up his rightful time                                                       17 May 1964, London

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

     In the wild cathedral night the rain unraveled tales                                                                     17 May 1964, London

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position

Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

All down in taken-for-granted situations

Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute

For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute

For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an’ cheated by pursuit

     For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an’ crippled by pursuit                                           10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flared

An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale

An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught

Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended

As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look

Spellbound an’ swallowed till the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse

An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

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Motorpsycho Nitemare (Motorpsycho Nightmare) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side Of Bob Dylan Session #4. Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

I pounded on a farmhouse lookin’ for a place to stay

I was mighty, mighty tired, I had come a long, long way

I said, “Hey, hey, in there, is there anybody home?”

I was standin’ on the steps feelin’ most alone

Well, out comes a farmer, he must have thought that I was nuts

He immediately looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts

 

I fell down to my bended knees

Saying, “I dig farmers, don’t shoot me, please!”

He cocked his rifle and began to shout

“Are you that travelin’ salesman that I have heard about”

I said, “No! No! No! I’m a doctor and it’s true

I’m a clean-cut kid and I been to college, too”

 

Then in comes his daughter whose name was Rita

She looked like she stepped out of La Dolce Vita

I immediately tried to cool it with her dad

And told him what a nice, pretty farm he had

He said, “What do doctors know about farms, pray tell?”

I said, “I was born at the bottom of a wishing well”

 

Well, by the dirt ’neath my nails, I guess he knew I wouldn’t lie

He said “I guess you’re tired”, he said it kinda sly

I said, “Yes, ten thousand miles today I drove”

He said, “I got a bed for you underneath the stove

Just one condition and you go to sleep right now

That you don’t touch my daughter and in the morning, milk the cows”

 

I was sleepin’ like a rat when I heard something jerkin’

There stood Rita lookin’ just like Tony Perkins

She said, “Would you like to take a shower? I’ll show you up to the door”

I said, “Oh, no! no! I’ve been through this movie before”

I knew I had to split but I did not know how

When she said “Would you like to take that shower, now?”

 

Well, I couldn’t leave unless the old man chased me out

’Cause I’d already promised that I’d milk his cows

I had to say something to strike him very weird

So I yelled “I like Fidel Castro and his beard”

Rita looked offended but she got out of the way

As he came charging down the stairs sayin’, “What’s that I heard you say?”

 

I said, “I like Fidel Castro, I think you heard me right”

And I ducked as he swung aAt me with all his might

Rita mumbled something ’bout her mother on the hill

As his fist hit the icebox, i he said he’s going to kill me

If I don’t get out the door in two seconds flat

“You unpatriotic rotten doctor Commie rat”

 

Well, he threw a Reader’s Digest at my head and I did run

I did a somersault as I seen him get his gun

And crashed through the window at a hundred miles an hour

And landed fully blast in his garden flowers

Rita said, “Come back!” as he started to load

The sun was comin’ up and I was runnin’ down the road

 

Well, I don’t figure I’ll be back t ahere for a spell

Even though Rita moved away and got a job in a motel

He still waits for me constant, on the sly

He wants to turn me in to the F.B.I

Me, I romp and stomp, thankful as I romp

Without freedom of speech I might be in the swamp

 

Motorpsycho Nitemare 19640609#4

 

 

All I Really Want To Do (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side of Bob Dylan sessions #5. Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you, beat or cheat or mistreat you

Simplify you, classify you, deny, defy or crucify you

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you, frighten you or uptighten you

Drag you down or drain you down, chain you down or bring you down

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I ain’t lookin’ to block you up, shock or knock or lock you up

Analyze you, categorize you, finalize you or advertise you

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don’t want to straight-face you, race or chase you, track or trace you

Or disgrace you or displace you or define you or confine you

All I really want to do ,is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don’t want to meet your kin, make you spin or do you in

Or select you or dissect you or inspect you or reject you

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don’t want to fake you out, take or shake or forsake you out

I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me, see like me or be like me

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

28 February 1978, Tokyo, Japan, Nippon Budokan Hall. Released on The Complete Budokan

 

I don't want to make you cry, see you sigh or watch you die

I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me

All I really want to do, all I really want to do,

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don’t want to meet your kin, make you spin or do you in

And I don't care if you analyze me, categorize me or hypnotize me

All I really want to do, all I really want to do,

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don't want to be your clown, chain you clown or drag you around

And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me

All I really want to do, all I really want to do,

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

Be friends with you, be friends with you

 

VARIATIONS All I Really Want To Do. Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 June 1964, Another Side of Bob Dylan sessions #5

Lines can pop up in all verses

 

I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you, beat or cheat or mistreat you

Simplify you, classify you, deny, defy or crucify you

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you, frighten you or uptighten you

     No, and I ain’t lookin’ to frighten you, fight with you or uptighten you                                   6 May 1965, Newcastle

Drag you down or drain you down, chain you down or bring you down

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I ain’t lookin’ to block you up, shock or knock or lock you up

     I ain’t lookin’ to block you up, shock you, lock you or knock you up                                         24 Jul 1964, Newport

     I ain’t lookin’ to lock you up, shock or knock or lock you up                                               10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     I ain’t lookin’ to lock you up, lock or shock or knock you up                                            31 Oct 1964, New York City

Analyze you, categorize you, finalize you or advertise you

     Categorize you, simplify you, deny, defi or crucify you                                                       10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don’t want to straight-face you, race or chase you, track or trace you

     I ain't lookin to straight-face you                                                                               24 Jul 1964, Newport Folk Festifal

Or disgrace you or displace you or define you or confine you

     or confine you or define you                                                                                      24 Jul 1964, Newport Folk Festifal

All I really want to do ,is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don’t want to meet your kin, make you spin or do you in

     No, I ain't lookin' to meet your kin                                                                            24 Jul 1964, Newport Folk Festifal

     No, and I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me, see like me or be like me                                 30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

Or select you or dissect you or inspect you or reject you

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

 

I don’t want to fake you out, take or shake or forsake you out

     I don’t wanna make you go astray, and I don’t wanna see you go away                          7 Oct 1987, Rhode Island

I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me, see like me or be like me

     I don't ask you to feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                    10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

     And it don't matter if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                    31 Oct 1964, New York City

All I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you

     All I really want to do, all I really want to do, all I really want to do, is, baby, be friends with you      7-10-1987, RI

 

     I don't want to make you cry, see you sigh or watch you die                                                        28 Feb 1978, Tokyo

     I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                              28 Feb 1978, Tokyo

 

     I don’t want to meet your kin, make you spin or do you in                                                            28 Feb 1978, Tokyo

     And I don't care if you analyze me, categorize me or hypnotize me                                           28 Feb 1978, Tokyo

          And I don't want to drag you down, chain you down or be your clown                                 1 March 1978,Tokyo

          And I don't care if you hypnotize me, categorize me or mesmerize me                            1 July 1978, Nürnberg

          And I don't care if you hypnotize me, categorize me or advertise me                        7 June 1978, Los Angeles

 

     I don't want to be your clown, chain you down or drag you around                                             28 Feb 1978, Tokyo

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                      28 Feb 1978, Tokyo

 

     And I don't care if you analyze me, categorize me or hypnotize me                                          1 March 1978,Tokyo

     I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                             1 March 1978,Tokyo

 

     I don't want to track or trace you, or erase you or disgrace you                                          23 June 1978,Rotterdam

     And I don't care if you chain me down, bring me down [just don't fit] me down                23 June 1978,Rotterdam

 

     I don't care if I meet your kin, make you spin or don't care where you been                     23 June 1978,Rotterdam

     And I don't want to be your clown, drag you around or chain you down                            23 June 1978,Rotterdam

 

     I don't wanna make you go away, [no matter ???] or make you stay                                 23 June 1978,Rotterdam

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me, be like me                                                 23 June 1978,Rotterdam

 

     I ain't lookin' to track or trace you, erase or trace you or disgrace you                                   1 July 1978, Nürnberg

     And I don't care if I pin you down, take you down or [???] you down                                     1 July 1978, Nürnberg

 

     I don't care if you're going my way, don't wanna make you stay or [???] you away             1 July 1978, Nürnberg

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                  1 July 1978, Nürnberg

 

     I don't want to mistreat you, [???] meet you or  discrete you                                                           4 July 1978, Paris

     And I don't care if I meet your kin, make you spin, I don't care where you been                          4 July 1978, Paris

 

     And I don't care if you analyze me, categorize me or hypnotize me                                               4 July 1978, Paris

     And I don't care if you're going my way, or make me stay or make me stay                                 4 July 1978, Paris

 

     I don't wanna meet your kin or make you spin, I don't care where you been                                6 July 1978, Paris

     And I don't want to ever go away, don't wanna see you stray oh, I want you to stay                   6 July 1978, Paris

 

     I don't [??? forsake] me down, slow you down or blow you down                                                   6 July 1978, Paris

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                          6 July 1978, Paris

 

     I don't want to mistreat you, meet or cheat or you on a [???]                                             15 July 1978, Camberley

     I don't care if you love me down, drive you down I just don't wanna be your clown        15 July 1978, Camberley

 

     I don’t care why you hypnotize me, categorize me or [invalize] me                                   15 July 1978, Camberley

     And I don't wanna meet your kin, I don't wanna make you spin, I don't care where you been            15 July 1978

 

     I don't care [what makes you stay], I don't know [what made you stop go away]            15 July 1978, Camberley

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                            15 July 1978, Camberley

 

     I don't wanna [?eat] you down, cheat you down or beat you down                                        19 Sep 1978, Montreal

     And I don't want to drag you down, chain you down or [???] you down                                19 Sep 1978, Montreal

 

     I don't want to meat your kind, make you spin or [put your wagon in]                                   19 Sep 1978, Montreal

     And I don't want to analyze thee, categorize thee or advertise thee                                      19 Sep 1978, Montreal

 

     I don't care if you go down baby, don't can understand what it is wanna make you stay   19 Sep 1978, Montreal

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                 19 Sep 1978, Montreal

 

     I don't want to [take] you down, bring you down or be your clown                                          20 Oct 1978, Richfield

     And I don't wanna disgrace you, race or chase you or displace you                                      20 Oct 1978, Richfield

 

      I don't want to make you spin and I certainly don't care where you been                             20 Oct 1978, Richfield

     And I don't care if you [???size] me, analize me or mesmerize me                                        20 Oct 1978, Richfield

 

     I don't care if you take me down, shake me down or forsake me down                                 20 Oct 1978, Richfield

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or even be like me                                        20 Oct 1978, Richfield

 

     I don't want to reface you, race or trace you or track or trace you                                       3 Nov 1978, Kansas City

     And I don't want to [disface] you, or to trace you or to face you                                          3 Nov 1978, Kansas City

 

     And I don’t want to meet your kin, make you spin and I don't care where you been        3 Nov 1978, Kansas City

     And I don't want to make you bleed and I surely don't care what you need                      3 Nov 1978, Kansas City

 

     And I don't want to take you down, train you down or be your clown                                  3 Nov 1978, Kansas City

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                              3 Nov 1978, Kansas City

 

     I ain't looking to misplace you, erase or trace you, track or trace you                                       10 Nov 1978, Seattle

     And I don't care to meet your kin, make you spin and don't tell me where you been             10 Nov 1978, Seattle

 

     I ain't looking to make you bleed and I don't care what you need                                              10 Nov 1978, Seattle

     And I don't care if you hypnotize me, categorize me or advertise me                                       10 Nov 1978, Seattle

 

     And I ain't looking to stake you up, take or sake, overtake you up                                            10 Nov 1978, Seattle

     And I don't care if you feel like me, see like me or be like me                                                    10 Nov 1978, Seattle

 

     I don't want to replace you, race or chase you or track or trace you                                15 Nov 1978, Los Angeles

     And I don't care about how you're doing, make you spin, I don't care where you been      15 11 78, Los Angeles

 

     I don't care what you need, and I don't want to be complete                                            15 Nov 1978, Los Angeles

     And I don't care if you put me down, hand me down, just don't let me be your clown     15 11 1978, Los Angeles

 

     I don't care if you analyze me, categorize me or hypnotize me                                        15 Nov 1978, Los Angeles

     And I don't care if you do like me, see like me or be like me                                            15 Nov 1978, Los Angeles

 

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Black Crow Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios, Another Side sessions #3 . Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

I woke in the mornin’, wand’rin’, weary and worn out

I woke in the mornin’, wand’rin’, weary and worn out

Wishin’ my long-lost lover would walk to me, talk to me, tell me what it’s all about

 

I was standin’ at the side road, listenin' the billboard knock

Standin’ at the side road, listenin’ to the billboard knock

Well, my wrist was empty but my nerves were kickin', tickin' like a clock

 

If I got anything you need, babe, let me tell you in front

If I got anything you need, babe, let me tell you in front

You can come to me sometime, nighttime, day time, any time you want

 

Sometimes I’m thinkin’ I’m too high to fall

Sometimes I’m thinkin’ I’m much too high to fall

Other times I’m thinkin’ I’m so low I don’t know if I can come up at all

 

Black crows in the meadow sleepin' across the broad highway

Black crows in the meadow across the broad highway

Though it’s funny, honey, i'm out-a touch, don't feel much like a scarecrow today

 

VARIATIONS Black Crow Blues. Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 June 1964, Another Side sessions #3

 

I woke in the mornin’, wand’rin’, weary and worn out

     I woke in the mornin’, wand’rin’, wasted and worn out                                                     9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1#2

I woke in the mornin’, wand’rin’, weary and worn out

     I woke in the mornin’, wand’rin’, wasted and worn out                                                     9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1#2

Wishin’ my long-lost lover would walk to me, talk to me, tell me what it’s all about

     Wishin’ my long-lost lover would talk to me, walk to me, tell me what it’s all about     9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1#2

 

I was standin’ at the side road, listenin' the billboard knock

     I was standin’ at the side road, telling the billboard knock                                               9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1#2

Standin’ at the side road, listenin’ to the billboard knock

Well, my wrist was empty but my nerves were kickin', tickin' like a clock

     Well, my wrist is empty but my nerves are tickin’, clickin’ like a clock                            9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #1#2

 

If I got anything you need, babe, let me tell you in front

If I got anything you need, babe, let me tell you in front

You can come to me sometime, nighttime, daytime, any time you want

 

Sometimes I’m thinkin’ I’m too high to fall

Sometimes I’m thinkin’ I’m much too high to fall

     Sometimes I’m thinkin’ I’m too high to fall                                                                               9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #2

Other times I’m thinkin’, I’m so low I don’t know if I can come up at all

 

Black crows in the meadow sleepin' across the broad highway

     Black crows in the meadow, across the broad highway                                                        9 Jun 1964, ASOBDS #2

Black crows in the meadow across the broad highway

Though it’s funny, honey, I’m out-a touch, don't feel much like a scarecrow today

     Though it’s funny, honey, I don't feel much, I’m out-a touch, with being a scarecrow today             9 Jun 1964 #2

 

Black Crow Blues 19640609#1INC#2#3

 

 

I Shall Be Free No. 10 (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side sessions #3/4 Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

Now, I’m just average, common too, I’m just like him and the same as you

I’m everybody’s brother and son, I ain’t different than anyone

Ain't no use to talk to me, it's just the same as talkin' to you

 

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day, I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay

I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come

26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine

Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you’d better run

99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you

14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock 'm clean right out of his spleen”

 

Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold

I ask you how things get much worse if the Russians happen to get up there first

Wowee!. Pretty scary!

 

Now, I’m liberal, but to a degree, I want anybody not to be free

But if you think I let Barry Goldwater move in next door and marry my daughter

You must think I'm crazy! I wouldn’t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba

 

Well, I set my monkey on the log and ordered him to do the Dog

He wagged his tail and shook his head and he went and did the Cat instead

He’s a weird monkey, very funky

 

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun

I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist and my wig-hat was falling in my face

But they wouldn’t let me on the tennis court

 

I got a woman, she’s so mean, she sticks my boots in the washing machine

Sticks me with buckshot when I’m nude, puts bubblegum in my food

She’s funny, wants my money, calls me “honey”

 

Now I got a friend who spends his life stabbing my picture with a bowie knife

Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf

I've got a million friends!

 

Now they asked me to read a poem at the sorority sisters’ home

I got knocked down and my head was swimmin’ and I wound up with the Dean of Women

Yippee. I’m a poet, I know it. I hope I don’t blow it

 

I’m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange so I look like a walking mountain range

And I gonna ride into Omaha at a horse after the country club golf course

Carry The New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds

 

Now you probably wandrin' about now just what this song is all about

What's probably got you baffled more is what this thing here is for..

It's nothing. It's something I learned over in England

 

VARIATIONS I Shall Be Free No. 10. Compared with the take released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 June 1964, Another Side sessions #3/4

 

Now, I’m just average, common too, I’m just like him and the same as you

I’m everybody’s brother and son, I ain’t different than anyone

     I’m everybody’s brother and son, I ain’t no different than anyone                                        9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

Ain't no use to talk to me, it's just the same as talkin' to you

     Ain't no use to talk to me, it's just like talkin' to you                                                            9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #1#2

     So don’t talk to me, , it's just like talkin' to you                                                                         9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

 

I was shadow boxing earlier in the day, I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay

     I was shadow boxing with myself one day, I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay           9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #2

     I was shadow boxing in the middle of the day, I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay     9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come

     Yellin’ “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come                                                               9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine

     18, 19, 20, gonna knock you flatter then a penny                                                                    9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you’d better run

99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you

     100, 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you                                                                  9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock 'm clean right out of his spleen”

     15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock 'm clean right out of your spleen”                                      9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

 

Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold

     Now, I don’t know for sure, but I’ve been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold                     9 Jul 1964 #3

I ask you how things get much worse if the Russians happen to get up there first

     I ask you how things get much worse if the Russians went up there first                           9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #3

Wowee!. Pretty scary!

     Wowee!. Scary!                                                                                                                             9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #2

 

Now, I’m liberal, but to a degree, I want anybody not to be free

     Now, I’m liberal, but to a degree, I want everybody not to be free                                        9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #3

     Now, I’m liberal, but to a degree, I don’t want anybody not to be free                                 9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

But if you think I let Barry Goldwater move in next door and marry my daughter

You must think I'm crazy! I wouldn’t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba

     You’re crazy! I wouldn’t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba                                               9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #2

     You’re crazy! I wouldn’t let him do that even if I played the tuba for all the farms in Cuba                 9 Jul 1964 #4

 

Well, I set my monkey on the log and ordered him to do the Dog

He wagged his tail and shook his head and he went and did the cat instead

     He wagged his tail and shook his head and he went  out and did the cat instead             9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

He’s a weird monkey, very funky

 

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun

I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist and my wig-hat was falling in my face

But they wouldn’t let me on the tennis court

     They wouldn’t let me on the tennis court                                                                                  9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #2

 

I got a woman, she’s so mean, she sticks my boots in the washing machine

Sticks me with buckshot when I’m nude, puts bubblegum in my food

     Puts eh, shoots my   shoots me with buckshot when I’m nude, puts bubblegum in my food             9 Jul 1964 #2

     Sticks, shoots me with buckshot when I’m nude, puts bubblegum in my food                   9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #3

She’s funny, wants my money, calls me “honey”

 

Now I got a friend who spends his life stabbing my picture with a bowie knife

Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf

I've got a million friends!

 

     Now, I don’t work, I don’t do a thing, I don’t dig ditches or anything                                    9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #3

          Now, I don’t dig ditches or anything, I never work, I don’t do a thing,                            9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

     I went to school, but then I stopped, I don’t know what I’m gonna do when I grow up                        9 Jul 1964 #3

     I think I might get into entertainment if I work at it                                                                   9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #3

     I might get into entertainment if I can work at it                                                                       9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #4

 

Now they asked me to read a poem at the sorority sisters’ home

I got knocked down and my head was swimmin’ and I wound up with the Dean of Women

Yippee. I’m a poet, I know it. I hope I don’t blow it

     I’m a poet, I know it. I hope I don’t blow it                                                                                 9 Jul 1964, ASOBDS #3

 

I’m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange so I look like a walking mountain range

     I’m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange I’m gonna look like a walking mountain range      9 Jul 1964

And I gonna ride into Omaha at a horse after the country club golf course

     And I ride into Omaha at a horse and ride around in the country club golf course                             9 Jul 1964,  #3

Carry The New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds

     Carrying The New York Times, shoot a few holes, blew their minds. Blow their minds                    9 Jul 1964,  #3

 

Now you probably wandrin' about now just what this song is all about

What's probably got you baffled more is what this thing here is for..

It's nothing. It's something I learned over in England

 

I Shall Be Free No. 10 19640609#1INC#2INC#3#4#5

 

 

Mama, You Been On My Mind (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

Mid to late June 1964, New York City, New York, Unidentified Recording Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat

An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads that I’m at

Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that

But mama, you been on my mind

 

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down nor get upset

I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, “I can’t forget you”

I do not walk the floor bowed down an’ bent, but yet

Mama, you been on my mind

 

Even though my mind is hazy an’ my thoughts they might be narrow

Where you been don’t bother me or bring me down with sorrow

It don’t even matter where you’re wakin’ up tomorrow

But mama, you’re just on my mind

 

I am not askin’ you to say words like “yes” or “no”

Please understand me, I'm not askin' you to go

I’m just breathin’ to myself, pretendin’ not that I don’t know

Mama, you been on my mind

 

When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror

You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near

I’d just be curious to know if you could see yourself as clear

As someone who has had you on his mind

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Maybe it’s the color of the sun cut flat

Covering the crossroads that I’m standing at

Maybe it’s the weather or something like that

Mama, you been on my mind, mama, you been on my mind

 

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down nor get upset

I am not asking or sayin’, “I can’t forget you”

I do not walk the floor bowed down an’ bent, but yet

Mama, you been on my mind, wow, mama, you been on my mind

 

Maybe it’s the color of the sun cut flat

Covering the crossroads that I’m standing at

Maybe it’s the weather or something like that

Mama, you been on my mind, oh, yeah, mama, you been on my mind

 

VARIATIONS Mama, You Been On My Mind. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 9. Recorded  Mid to Late June, 1964, Unidentified Recording Studio

 

Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat

     Maybe it’s the color of the sun cut flat                                                                              1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970

An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads that I’m at

     Covering the crossroads that I’m standing at                                                                  1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970

Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that

     Maybe it’s the weather or something like that                                                                 1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970

But mama, you been on my mind

     Mama, you been on my mind, mama, you been on my mind                                       1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970

     Mama, you're just on my mind                                                                                                  20 Nov 1975, Cambridge

 

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down nor get upset

I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, I can’t forget you

     I am not asking or sayin’, I can’t forget you                                                                     1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970

     I am not pleading or sayin’, I can’t forget                                                                                 6 Jan 1974, Philadelphia

I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent, but yet

Mama, you been on my mind

 

Even though my mind is hazy an’ my thoughts they might be narrow

     Even though my thoughts are hazy and my [???] it might be narrow                                 6 Jan 1974, Philadelphia

Where you been don’t bother me or bring me down with sorrow

It don’t even matter where you’re wakin’ up tomorrow

     It don’t even matter whom you’re wakin’ with tomorrow                                                         19 Nov 1975, Worcester

But mama, you’re just on my mind

 

I am not askin’ you to say words like Yes or no

Please understand me, I'm not askin' you to go

     Please understand me, I'm not askin' for you to go                                                                8 Aug 1964, Forest Hills

     Please understand me, I'm not callin' you to go                                                                        31 Oct 1964, New York

I’m just breathin’ to myself, pretendin’ not that I don’t know

Mama, you been on my mind

 

When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror

     When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look into your mirror                               21 Nov 1975, Boston, afternoon

You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near

I’d just be curious to know if you could see yourself as clear

As someone who has had you on his mind

 

Mama, You Been On My Mind. 196406??, 19640808, 19641031, 19641127, 19700501, 19740106, 19751115eve, 19751119, 19751120, 19751121aft, 19751121eve, 19751126, 19751204, 19751208

 

 

My Back Pages (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

 

9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Studios. Another Side sessions #3/4 Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan

 

Crimson flames tied through my ears rollin’ high and mighty traps

Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps

“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I, proud ’neath heated brow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now

 

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, “Rip down all hate,” I screamed

Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull. I dreamed

Romantic facts of musketeers, foundationed deep, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now

 

Girls’ faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy

To memorizing politics of ancient history

Flung down by corpse evangelists unthought of, though, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now

 

A self-ordained professor’s tongue, too serious to fool

Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school

“Equality,” I spoke the word as if a wedding vow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now

 

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach

Fearing not I’d become my enemy in the instant that I preach

My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now

 

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect

Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect

Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now

 

My Back Pages 19640609, 19790919

 

 

The Iron Lady (Phil Ochs)

First performed 24 July 1964, Newport, Rhode Island