Bob Dylan – Pretty Saro

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2 comentarios en “Bob Dylan – Pretty Saro

  1. Jokerman
    Bob Dylan

    Standing on the waters casting your bread
    While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
    Distant ships sailing into the mist,
    You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
    Freedom just around the corner for you
    But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
    So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
    You rise up and say goodbye to no one
    Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
    Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don’t show why
    Shedding off one more layer of skin,
    Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within
    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
    You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
    Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister
    You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah
    But what do you care? Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister
    Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
    You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name
    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
    Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
    The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
    In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
    Michelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your features
    Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
    Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face
    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
    Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame,
    Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain
    Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
    Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
    False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
    Only a matter of time ‘til night comes steppin’ in
    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
    It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
    A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
    He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
    Take the motherless children off the street
    And place them at the feet of a harlot
    Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
    Oh, Jokerman, you don’t show any response
    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

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