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Eliza Gilkyson
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Jokerman
Lyricist:Bob Dylan
Standin' on the waters, castin' your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowin' Distant ships sailin' 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 Ohh, ohh, 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 one
Sheddin' off one more layer of skin Keepin' one step ahead of the persecutor within
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Ohh, ohh, jokerman
You're a man of the mountains You can walk on the clouds Manipulator of crowds You're a dream twister
You're goin' 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
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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 Ohh, ohh, jokerman
Well, the rifleman's stalkin' the sick and the lame Preacher man 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 Ohh, ohh, 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 Ohh, ohh, jokerman
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