Monday, May 2, 2016

Tangled Up In Blue by Bob Dylan (Live 1975 version with a shifting point of view and minus one verse)

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  1. Tangled Up in Blue by Bob Dylan
    (Live 1975 version with a shifting point of view and minus one verse)

    Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’
    she was lyin’ in bed
    Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all
    If her hair was still red
    Her folks said their lives together
    Sure was gonna be rough
    They never did like Mama’s homemade dress
    Papa’s bank book wasn’t big enough
    He was standin’ on the side of the road
    The rain fallin’ on his shoes
    Headin’ out for the East Coast
    Lord knows he paid some dues gettin’ through
    Tangled up in blue

    She was married when they first met
    Soon to be divorced
    He helped her out of a jam, I guess
    But he used a little too much force
    And drove that car as far as they could
    Abandoned it out West
    Splitting up on a dark sad night
    Both agreeing it was best
    She turned around to look at him
    As he was walkin’ away
    Saying over her shoulder
    “We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”
    Tangled up in blue

    He had a job in Santa Fe
    Working in an old hotel
    But he never did like it all that much
    And one day it just went to hell
    So he drifted down to New Orleans
    Lucky enough to be destroyed
    Where he got him a job on a fishing boat
    Right outside of Delacroix
    But all the while he was alone
    The past was close behind
    He seen a lot of women
    But she never escaped his mind, and he just grew
    Tangled up in blue

    She was workin’ in a topless place
    And I stopped in for a beer
    I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face
    In the spotlight so clear
    And later on when the crowd thinned out
    I was just about to do the same
    She was standing there right beside myself
    Said, “Don’t tell me, let me guess your name?”
    I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath
    She studied the lines on my face
    Must admit I felt a little uneasy
    When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
    Tangled up in blue

    [She lit a burner on the stove
    And offered me a pipe
    “I thought you’d never say hello,” she said
    “You look like the silent type”
    Then she opened up a book of poems
    And handed it to me
    Written by an Italian poet
    From the thirteenth century
    And every one of them words rang true
    And glowed like burnin’ coal
    Pourin’ off of every page
    Like it was written in my soul from me to you
    Tangled up in blue]

    I lived with them on Montague Street
    In a basement down the stairs
    There was music in the cafés at night
    And revolution in the air
    Then he started into dealing with slaves
    And something inside of him died
    She had to sell everything she owned
    And froze up inside
    And when it all came crashing down
    I became withdrawn
    The only thing I knew how to do
    Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew
    Tangled up in blue

    So now I’m goin’ on back again
    I got to get to them somehow
    All the faces we used to know
    They’re an illusion to me now
    Some are mathematicians
    Some are truck drivers’ wives
    Don’t know how it all got started
    I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives
    But me I’m still on the road
    Headin’ for another joint
    We always did feel the same
    We just saw it from a different point of view
    Tangled up in blue