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特集

Bob Dylanの「Another Side of Bob Dylan」を聴こう。
ALBUMAnother Side of Bob DylanBob Dylan
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたBob Dylan Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTBob Dylan EssentialsApple Music Rock
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたClassic Acousticを聴こう。
PLAYLISTClassic AcousticApple Music Acoustic
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたFolk Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTFolk EssentialsApple Music Blues
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたHeartbreak Hotelを聴こう。
PLAYLISTHeartbreak HotelApple Music Oldies
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたClassic Singer-Songwriter Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTClassic Singer-Songwriter EssentialsApple Music Acoustic
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたMiley Cyrus: Influencesを聴こう。
PLAYLISTMiley Cyrus: InfluencesApple Music Pop
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたJames Taylor: Influencesを聴こう。
PLAYLISTJames Taylor: InfluencesApple Music Acoustic
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたIron & Wine: Influencesを聴こう。
PLAYLISTIron & Wine: InfluencesApple Music Alternative
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたBob Dylan: Chillを聴こう。
PLAYLISTBob Dylan: ChillApple Music
Bob DylanをフィーチャーしたBob Dylan: Deep Cutsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTBob Dylan: Deep CutsApple Music Rock

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Producer

歌詞

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze. With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn. I courted her proudly but now she is gone, Gone as the season she's taken. Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away From her mother and sister, though close did they stay. Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us. Of the two sisters, I loved the young. With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one. The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone By the jealousy of others around her. For her parasite sister, I had no respect, Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect. Countless visions of the other she'd reflect As a crutch for her scenes and her society. Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused, The changes I was going through can't even be used, For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime. With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my grip A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped, Noticing not that I'd already slipped To a sin of love's false security. From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace, Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies, Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "please, What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?" And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen, The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream. At the peak of the night, the king and the queen Tumbled all down into pieces. "The tragic figure!" her sister did shout, "Leave her alone, god damn you, get out!" And I in my armor, turning about And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness. Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound Her sister and I in a screaming battleground. And she in between, the victim of sound, Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows. All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight. I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight. My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet. The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet. I think of her often and hope whoever she's met Will be fully aware of how precious she is. Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me, "How good, how good does it feel to be free?" And I answer them most mysteriously, "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
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