Farewell, Angelina (Take 1, Solo Acoustic)-Bob Dylan
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[00:00.00]Farewell, Angelina (Take 1, Solo Acoustic) - Bob Dylan
[00:04.45]Farewell Angelina
[00:07.43]The bells of the crown
[00:12.55]Are being stolen by bandits
[00:16.03]I must follow the sound
[00:22.79]The triangle tingles
[00:25.78]And the trumpets play slow
[00:32.10]Farewell Angelina
[00:35.48]The night is on fire and I must go
[00:46.70]There is use in talking and there's no need for blame
[00:56.13]There is nothing to prove everything still is the same
[01:06.11]A table stands empty by the edge of the stream
[01:15.64]But farewell Angelina the sky is changing colors and I must leave
[01:28.81]The jacks and the queens they forsake the courtyard
[01:39.04]Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard
[01:47.91]In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild
[01:57.99]Farewell Angelina the sky is folding I'll see you after a while
[02:10.75]See the cross eyed pirates sit perched in the sun
[02:19.43]Shooting tin cans with a sawed off shot gun
[02:27.22]And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast
[02:36.47]But farewell Angelina the sky is trembling and I must leave fast
[02:50.88]King Kong little elves and the roof-tops they dance
[02:58.87]Valentino-type tangos while the heroes clean hands
[03:07.24]Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone
[03:15.51]Farewell Angelina the sky is flooding over and I must be gone
[03:58.06]The camouflaged parrot he flutters from fear
[04:07.46]When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears
[04:15.80]What cannot be imitated perfect must die
[04:24.13]Farewell Angelina the sky is flooding over and I must go where it is dry
[04:40.47]Machine guns are roaring the puppets heave rocks
[04:49.84]At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks
[04:58.42]Call me any name you like I will never deny it
[05:06.39]But farewell Angelina the sky is erupting and I must go where it is quiet
[ar:Bob Dylan]
[al:The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965-1966: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]Farewell, Angelina (Take 1, Solo Acoustic) - Bob Dylan
[00:04.45]Farewell Angelina
[00:07.43]The bells of the crown
[00:12.55]Are being stolen by bandits
[00:16.03]I must follow the sound
[00:22.79]The triangle tingles
[00:25.78]And the trumpets play slow
[00:32.10]Farewell Angelina
[00:35.48]The night is on fire and I must go
[00:46.70]There is use in talking and there's no need for blame
[00:56.13]There is nothing to prove everything still is the same
[01:06.11]A table stands empty by the edge of the stream
[01:15.64]But farewell Angelina the sky is changing colors and I must leave
[01:28.81]The jacks and the queens they forsake the courtyard
[01:39.04]Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard
[01:47.91]In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild
[01:57.99]Farewell Angelina the sky is folding I'll see you after a while
[02:10.75]See the cross eyed pirates sit perched in the sun
[02:19.43]Shooting tin cans with a sawed off shot gun
[02:27.22]And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast
[02:36.47]But farewell Angelina the sky is trembling and I must leave fast
[02:50.88]King Kong little elves and the roof-tops they dance
[02:58.87]Valentino-type tangos while the heroes clean hands
[03:07.24]Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone
[03:15.51]Farewell Angelina the sky is flooding over and I must be gone
[03:58.06]The camouflaged parrot he flutters from fear
[04:07.46]When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears
[04:15.80]What cannot be imitated perfect must die
[04:24.13]Farewell Angelina the sky is flooding over and I must go where it is dry
[04:40.47]Machine guns are roaring the puppets heave rocks
[04:49.84]At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks
[04:58.42]Call me any name you like I will never deny it
[05:06.39]But farewell Angelina the sky is erupting and I must go where it is quiet
