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Bob Dylan - Farewell, Angelina (Studio Outtake - 1965 - Official Audio)
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Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Вокал
Chris Austopchuk
Chris Austopchuk
Дирижер
Nicky Lindeman
Nicky Lindeman
Дирижер
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jeff Rosen
Jeff Rosen
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Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
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Diane Lapson
Diane Lapson
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Debbie Sweeney
Debbie Sweeney
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Vickie Mathis
Vickie Mathis
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Margarita Miller
Margarita Miller
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Irene Provisiero
Irene Provisiero
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Kathi Kathi
Kathi Kathi
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Sam Sam
Sam Sam
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Lauren Oliver
Lauren Oliver
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Mark Wilder
Mark Wilder
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Farewell Angelina, the bells on the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles, the music plays slow But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire and I must go There is no use in talking and there's no need for blame There is nothing to prove, everything still is the same A table stands empty by the edge of the stream But, farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors and I must leave The jacks and the queens, they forsake the courtyard 52 gypsies now file past the guard In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you after a while See the cross eyed pirates sit perched in the sun Shooting tin cans with a sawed off shot gun And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast But, farewell Angelina, the sky it is trembling, and I must leave fast King Kong, little elves, in the roof-tops they dance Valentino-type tangos while the heroes clean hands Shut the eyes of the dead, not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over and I must be gone The camouflaged parrot, he flutters from fear When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears What cannot be imitated perfect must die Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over and I must go where it is dry Machine guns are roaring, the puppets heave rocks At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks Call me any name you like, I will never deny it But farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting and I must go where it is quiet
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