A lot of nice first lines from Bob:
Well, in my time of dying don’t want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home…
I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you.
My love she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful, yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.
She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back…
Well, I wake up in the morning
There’s frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she’s hidin’
Inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin’
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don’t live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on”
When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez
And it’s Eastertime too
Well there was this movie I seen one time
about a man riding across the desert
and it starred Gregory Peck.
(Bob with Sam Shepherd)
If not for you, babe, I couldn’t find the door
Couldn’t even see the floor
I’d be sad and blue if not for you.
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had his money I’d do things my way
Hmm, but little they know
Hmm, it’s so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.
Heart of mine be still
You can play with fire, but you’ll get the bill.
Love that’s pure hopes all things
Believes all things, won’t pull no strings
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need,
when the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed…
Well, if I had to do it all over again
Babe, I’d do it all over you
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears
Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red…
And some first stanzas of love songs:
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
Well the pressure’s down, the boss ain’t here
He gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
'Twas in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Johnny’s in the basement, mixin’ up the medicine.
I’m on the pavement, thinkin’ 'bout the government…
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
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps.
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps…
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home
You say you love me, and you’re thinkin’ of me, but you know you could be wrong.
Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing
Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing!
And this is cheating, but a line later in that song is so cool:
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall, near the cage where I used to work.
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your real identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me.
Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat…
Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat…
(okay, even Dylan can’t be Dylan all the time…)
