Bob Dylan Lyrics "The Christmas Blues" The jingle bells are jingling The streets are white with snow The happy crowds are mingling But there's no one that I know I'm sure that you'll forgive me If I don't enthuse I guess I've got the Christmas blues I've done my window shopping There's not a store I've missed But what's the use of stopping When there's no one on your list You'll know the way I'm feeling When you love and you lose I guess I've got the Christmas blues When somebody wants you Somebody needs you Christmas is a joy of joy But friends, when you're lonely You'll find that it's only A thing for little girls and little boys May all your days be merry Your seasons full of cheer But till it's January I'll just go and disappear Old Santa may have brought you Some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged Tinsel covered Christmas blues Old Santa may have brought you Some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged Tinsel covered Christmas blues
Bob Dylan said he liked Jimi Hendrix's rendition of this song better than his. I agree. All Along the Watchtower There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too Outside in the distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching The wind began to howl
Dylan goes electric in 1965 Subterranean Homesick Blues And discussing the boos In the newsprint reviews
And since I have always been a Leon Russell junkie, this is my favorite version of A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall.
They'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table They'll stone you when you are young and able They'll stone you when you're tryin' to make a buck Then they'll stone you and then they'll say "good luck" Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get stoned
Chimes of Freedom Bob Dylan Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder 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 melted 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' forsakened 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, chaineded 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 'til 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 Source: LyricFind