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Bob Dylan - Idiot Wind (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Вокал
Chris Weber
Chris Weber
Гитара
Gregg Inhofer
Gregg Inhofer
Фортепиано
Billy Peterson
Billy Peterson
Бас
Bill Berg
Bill Berg
Барабаны
Kevin Odegard
Kevin Odegard
Гитара
Paul Griffin
Paul Griffin
Орган
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Инженер

Слова

Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is, I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will, I can only guess They say I shot a man named Gray And took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks And when she died, it came to me I can't help it if I'm lucky People see me all the time And they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas Images and distorted facts Even you, yesterday You had to ask me where it was at I couldn't believe after all these years You didn't know me, any better than that Sweet lady Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth Blowing down the back roads headin' south Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe I ran into the fortune-teller Who said, "Beware of lightnin' that might strike" I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like There's a lone soldier on the cross Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done In the final end he won the war After losin' every battle I woke up on the roadside Daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars You hurt the ones that I love best And cover up the truth with lies One day, you'll be in the ditch Flies buzzin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb Blowing through the curtains in your room Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe It was gravity which pulled us down And destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage But it just wasn't enough to change my heart Now everything's a little upside down As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped What's good is bad, what's bad is good You'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom I noticed at the ceremony Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't remember your face anymore Your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day And sat stone-faced while the building burned I waited for you on the running boards Near the cypress tree while the springtime turned Slowly into autumn Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe I can't feel you anymore I can't even touch the books you've read Every time I crawl past your door I been wishin' I've been somebody else instead Down the highway, down the tracks Down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars Hounded by your memory And all your ragin' glory I been double-crossed now For the very last time and now I'm finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast On the borderline which separated you from me You'll never know the hurt I suffered Nor the pain I rise above And I'll never know the same about you Your holiness or your kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats Blowing through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves We're idiots, babe It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves
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