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INTERPRÉTATION
Bob Dylan
Chant
Robbie Robertson
Guitare
Levon Helm
Batterie
Richard Manuel
Piano
Garth Hudson
Orgue
Rick Danko
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Dylan
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bob Fraboni
Ingénierie
Nat Jeffrey
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel
I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin
Instrumental
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped
Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame
Instrumental
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt
Instrumental
Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees
We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break
No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?
Instrumental
So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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