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DISCID=970b1d0b
DTITLE=Bob Dylan / Bringing It All Back Home
TTITLE0=Subterranean Homesick Blues
TTITLE1=She Belongs to Me
TTITLE2=Maggie's Farm
TTITLE3=Love Minus Zero/No Limit
TTITLE4=Outlaw Blues
TTITLE5=On the Road Again
TTITLE6=Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
TTITLE7=Mr. Tambourine Man
TTITLE8=Gates of Eden
TTITLE9=It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
TTITLE10=It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
EXTD=
EXTT0=Johnny's in the basement\nMixing up the medicine\nI'm on the pavem
EXTT0=ent\nThinking about the government\nThe man in the trench coat\nBad
EXTT0=ge out, laid off\nSays he's got a bad cough\nWants to get it paid 
EXTT0=off\nLook out kid\nIt's somethin' you did\nGod knows when\nBut you'r
EXTT0=e doin' it again\nYou better duck down the alley way\nLookin' for 
EXTT0=a new friend\nThe man in the coon-skin cap\nIn the big pen\nWants e
EXTT0=leven dollar bills\nYou only got ten\n\nMaggie comes fleet foot\nFac
EXTT0=e full of black soot\nTalkin' that the heat put\nPlants in the bed
EXTT0= but\nThe phone's tapped anyway\nMaggie says that many say\nThey mu
EXTT0=st bust in early May\nOrders from the D.A.\nLook out kid\nDon't mat
EXTT0=ter what you did\nWalk on your tip toes\nDon't try "No Doz"\nBetter
EXTT0= stay away from those\nThat carry around a fire hose\nKeep a clean
EXTT0= nose\nWatch the plain clothes\nYou don't need a weather man\nTo kn
EXTT0=ow which way the wind blows\nIf anything is goin' to sell\nTry har
EXTT0=d, get barred\nGet back, jump bail\nJoin the army, if you fail\nLoo
EXTT0=k out kid\nYou're gonna get hit\nBut users, cheaters\nSix-time lose
EXTT0=rs\nHang around the theaters\nGirl by the whirlpool\nLookin' for a 
EXTT0=new fool\nDon't follow leaders\nWatch the parkin' meters\n\nAh get b
EXTT0=orn, keep warm\nShort pants, romance, learn to dance\nGet dressed,
EXTT0= get blessed\nTry to be a success\nPlease her, please him, buy gif
EXTT0=ts\nDon't steal, don't lift\nTwenty years of schoolin'\nAnd they pu
EXTT0=t you on the day shift\nLook out kid\nThey keep it all hid\nBetter 
EXTT0=jump down a manhole\nLight yourself a candle\nDon't wear sandals\nT
EXTT0=ry to avoid the scandals\nDon't wanna be a bum\nYou better chew gu
EXTT0=m\nThe pump don't work\n'Cause the vandals took the handles\n\nGet s
EXTT0=ick, get well\nHang around an ink well\nRing bell, hard to tell\n
EXTT1=She's got everything she needs\nShe's an artist she don't look ba
EXTT1=ck.\nShe's got everything she needs\nShe's an artist she don't loo
EXTT1=k back.\nShe can take the dark out of the night time\nAnd paint th
EXTT1=e day time black.\n\nYou will start out standing\nProud to steal he
EXTT1=r anything she sees.\nYou will start out standing\nProud to steal 
EXTT1=her anything she sees.\nBut you'll wind up peeking through her ke
EXTT1=yhole\ndown upon your knees.\n\nShe never stumbles\nShe's got no pla
EXTT1=ce to fall.\nShe never stumbles\nShe's got no place to fall.\nShe's
EXTT1= nobody's child\nThe law can't touch her at all.\n\nShe wears an Eg
EXTT1=yptian ring\nIt sparkles before she speaks.\nShe wears an Egyptian
EXTT1= ring\nIt sparkles before she speaks.\nShe's a hypnotist collector
EXTT1=\nYou are a walking antique.\n\nBow down to her on Sunday\nSalute he
EXTT1=r when her birthday comes.\nBow down to her on Sunday\nSalute her 
EXTT1=when her birthday comes.\nFor Halloween buy her a trumpet\nAnd for
EXTT1= Christmas get her a drum.
EXTT2=
EXTT3=
EXTT4=
EXTT5=Well, I wake up in the morning,\nThere's frogs inside my socks.\nY
EXTT5=our momma she's hiding, inside the ice box.\nYour daddy walks in 
EXTT5=wearing a Napoleon Bonaparte mask.\nThen you ask, "Why I don't li
EXTT5=ve here?"\nHoney, do you have to ask?\n\nWell, I go to pet your mon
EXTT5=key,\nI get a face full of claws.\nI ask who's that in the fire pl
EXTT5=ace\nAnd you tell me "Santa Claus".\nThe milkman comes in he's wea
EXTT5=ring a derby hat.\nThen you ask, "Why I don't live here?"\nHoney, 
EXTT5=how come do you have to ask me that?\n\nWell, I ask for something 
EXTT5=to eat,\nI'm hungry as a hog.\nSo I get brown rice sea weed and a 
EXTT5=dirty hot dog.\nI got a hole where my stomach disappeared.\nThen y
EXTT5=ou ask, "Why I don't live here?"\nHoney, I got to think you're re
EXTT5=ally weird.\n\nYour grandpa's cane, it turns into a sword.\nYour gr
EXTT5=andma plays the pictures that are pasted on a board.\nEverything 
EXTT5=inside my pockets your uncle steals.\nThen you ask, "Why I don't 
EXTT5=live here?"\nHoney I can't believe that you're for real.\n\nWell, i
EXTT5=t's fist fights in the kitchen,\nEnough to make me cry.\nThen the 
EXTT5=mailman comes in, even he's gotta take a side.\nEven the butler, 
EXTT5=he's got something to prove.\nThen you ask, "Why I don't live her
EXTT5=e?"\nHoney how come you don't move?
EXTT6=i was riding on the Mayflower when i thought i spied some land\ni
EXTT6= yelled down to Captain Arab, i'll have ya understand,\nwho came 
EXTT6=running to the deck and said "Boys! Forget the whale -\nwe're goi
EXTT6=n' over yonder.  Cut the engines.  Change the sails."\n"Haul on t
EXTT6=hat bowline!" we sang that melody,\nlike all tough sailors do whe
EXTT6=n they're far away at sea.\n\n"I think i'll call it America." i sa
EXTT6=id as we hit land.\nI took a deep breath. I fell down, i could no
EXTT6=t stand.\nCaptain Arab he starting writing out some deeds\nand sai
EXTT6=d "Lets build us a Fort and start buying the place with beads."\n
EXTT6=Just then a cop come down the street crazy as a loon\nand throws 
EXTT6=us all in jail for carryin harpoons.\n\nAw, me, i busted out - don
EXTT6=t even ask me how,\ni went lookin for some help, i walked past a 
EXTT6=guernsey cow\nwho directed me down to the bowery slums\nwhere peop
EXTT6=le carried signs around sayin "BAN THE BUMS!".\ni jumped right in
EXTT6= line, sayin "I hope that i'm not late"\nwhen i realized i hadnt 
EXTT6=eaten for five days straight.\n\ni went into a restaurant lookin f
EXTT6=or the cook -\ni told him i was the editor of a famous etiquette 
EXTT6=book.\nthe waiter he was handsome and he wore a powder blue cape.
EXTT6=\ni ordered up some suzette, i said "could you please make that c
EXTT6=repe?"\njust then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat -\nf
EXTT6=ood was flyin everywhere - i left without my hat.\n\ni didnt mean 
EXTT6=to be nosey so i went into a bank\nto try to get some bail for th
EXTT6=e boys back in the tank.\nthey asked me for some collateral and i
EXTT6= pulled down my pants.\nthey threw me in the alley, when up comes
EXTT6= this girl from france\nwho invited me to her place. i went, but 
EXTT6=she had a friend\nwho knocked me out an' robbed my boots an' was 
EXTT6=i on the street again.\n\ni went up to a big house with a U.S. fla
EXTT6=g upon display.\ni said "can you please help me out, i got some f
EXTT6=riends down the way".\nThe man said "Get out of here or i'll tear
EXTT6= you limb from limb."\ni said "you know, they refused Jesus, too.
EXTT6=" He said "You're not him.\nGet out of here before i break your b
EXTT6=ones. i'm not your pop."\nI decided to have him arrested and went
EXTT6= looking for a cop.\n\ni ran back outside and got into a cab\ni ran
EXTT6= out the other door - this english man said "Fab!"\nas he saw me 
EXTT6=leap a hotdog stand and a chariot that stood\nparked across from 
EXTT6=a build advertising brotherhood.\nI ran right through the door li
EXTT6=ke a hobo sailor does,\nbut it was just a funeral parlor and the 
EXTT6=man asked me who i wa\n\ni repeated that all my friends were in ja
EXTT6=il, with a sigh.\nhe gave me his card and said "call me if they d
EXTT6=ie."\ni shook his hand and said goodbye and went back out on the 
EXTT6=street,\nwhen a bowling ball came down the road and knocked me of
EXTT6=f my feet.\nA pay phone was ringin - and it just about blew my mi
EXTT6=nd -\nwhen i picked it up an' said "hello", this foot came throug
EXTT6=h the line!\n\nwell about this time i was fed up at trying to make
EXTT6= a stab\nat gettin any help for my friends and Captain Arab.\ni ne
EXTT6=eded a coin to flip, like eather heads or tails,\nwould let me kn
EXTT6=ow if i should go back to ship or back to jail.\nso i hocked my s
EXTT6=ailor's suit an' i got a coin to flip.\nIt came up tails, it rhym
EXTT6=ed with sails, so i made it back to the ship.\n\nWell I got back a
EXTT6=nd took the parking ticket off the mast.\ni was ripping it to shr
EXTT6=eds when this Coast Guard boat went past.\nThey asked me my name 
EXTT6=and i said "Captain Kidd".\nThey believed me but they wanted to k
EXTT6=now exactly what i did.\nI said "for the pope of Eyruke i was emp
EXTT6=loyed"\nthey let me go right away, they were very paranoid.\n\nWell
EXTT6= the last i heard of Arab he was stuck on the side of a whale\nth
EXTT6=at was married to the deputy sheriff of the jail,\nbut the funnie
EXTT6=st thing was - as i was leavin' the bay -\ni saw three ships sail
EXTT6=ing and they were all headed my way.\nSo i asked the Captain what
EXTT6= his name was an' how come he didnt drive a truck??\nHe said his 
EXTT6=name was Columbus an' i just said "Good Luck..."
EXTT7=Hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy and
EXTT7= there is no place I'm going to\nHey mister tambourine man, play 
EXTT7=a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come following y
EXTT7=ou\n\nThough I know that evening's empire has returned into sand\nV
EXTT7=anished from my hand\nLeft me blindly here to stand\nBut still not
EXTT7= sleeping\nMy weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet\nI have 
EXTT7=no one to meet\nAnd my ancient empty street's\nToo dead for dreami
EXTT7=ng\nHey mister tambourine man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy 
EXTT7=and there is no place I'm going to\nHey mister tambourine man, pl
EXTT7=ay a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin
EXTT7=g you\n\nTake me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship\nMy senses
EXTT7= have been stripped\nMy hands can't feel to grip\nMy toes too numb
EXTT7= to step\nWait only for my bootheels to be wanderin\nI'm ready to 
EXTT7=go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade\nInto my own parade\nCast your 
EXTT7=dancing spell my way\nI promise to go under it\nHey mister tambour
EXTT7=ine man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy and there is no place
EXTT7= I'm going to\nHey mister tambourine man, play a song for me\nIn t
EXTT7=he jingle jangle morning I'll come following you\n\nThough you mig
EXTT7=ht hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun\nIt's n
EXTT7=ot aimed at anyone\nIt's just escaping on the run\nAnd, but for th
EXTT7=e sky, there are no fences facin\nAnd if you hear vague traces of
EXTT7= skipping reels of rhyme\nTo your tambourine in time\nIt's just a 
EXTT7=ragged clown behind\nI wouldn't pay it any mind\nIt's just a shado
EXTT7=w your seeing that he's chasing\nHey mister tambourine man, play 
EXTT7=a song for me\nI'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to\n
EXTT7=Hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jang
EXTT7=le morning I'll come following you\n\nThen take me dissappearing t
EXTT7=hrough the smoke rings of my mind\nDown the foggy ruins of time\nF
EXTT7=ar past the frozen leaves\nThe haunted frightened trees\nOut to th
EXTT7=e windy beach\nFar from the twisted reach\nOf crazy sorrow\nYes, to
EXTT7= dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free\nSilhoue
EXTT7=tted by the sea\nCircled by the circus sands\nWith all memory and 
EXTT7=fate\nDriven deep beneath the waves\nLet me forget about today unt
EXTT7=il tomorrow\nHey mister tambourine man, play a song for me\nI'm no
EXTT7=t sleepy and there is no place I'm going to\nHey mister tambourin
EXTT7=e man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come
EXTT7= following you\n
EXTT8=
EXTT9=Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon\nThe 
EXTT9=hand made blade, the child's balloon eclipses both the sun and m
EXTT9=oon\nTo understand you know too soon that there is no sense in tr
EXTT9=ying.\nPointed threats they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are
EXTT9= torn,\nFrom the fool's gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn,\nPlays w
EXTT9=asted words, proves to warn\nThat he not busy being born is busy 
EXTT9=dying.\nTemptation's page flies out the door, you follow, find yo
EXTT9=urself at war\nWatch waterfalls of pity roar, you fail to moan bu
EXTT9=t unlike before\nYou discover that you'll just be one more person
EXTT9= crying.\nSo don't fear, if you hear, a foreign sound, to your ea
EXTT9=r\nIt's alright ma, I'm only sighing.\n\nAs some warn victory some 
EXTT9=downfall, private reasons great or small\nCan be seen in the eyes
EXTT9= of those that call\nTo make all that should be killed to crawl\nW
EXTT9=hile others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred.\nDisillu
EXTT9=sioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark\n
EXTT9=Make everything from toy guns that spark\nTo flesh colored Christ
EXTT9=s that glow in the dark\nIt's easy to see without looking too far
EXTT9= that not much is really sacred.\nWhile preachers preach of evil 
EXTT9=fates teachers teach that knowledge waits\nCan lead to hundred do
EXTT9=llar plates, goodness hides behind its gates\nBut even the presid
EXTT9=ent of the United States\nSometimes must have to stand naked.\nAnd
EXTT9= though the rules of the road have been lodged,\nIt's only people
EXTT9='s games that you've got to dodge,\nAnd it's alright ma, I can ma
EXTT9=ke it.\n\nAdvertising signs they con you into thinking you're the 
EXTT9=one\nThat can do what's never been done, that can win what's neve
EXTT9=r been won\nMeantime life outside goes on all around you.\nYou los
EXTT9=e yourself, you reappear,\nYou suddenly find you've got nothing t
EXTT9=o fear,\nAlone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distan
EXTT9=t voice unclear,\nStartles your sleeping ears to hear\nThat somebo
EXTT9=dy thinks they really found you.\nA question in your nerves is li
EXTT9=t yet you know there is no answer fit\nTo satisfy, ensure you not
EXTT9= to quit\nTo keep it in your mind and not forget\nThat it is not h
EXTT9=e or she or them or it that you belong to.\nAlthough the masters 
EXTT9=make the rules, for the wise men and the fools,\nI've got nothing
EXTT9= ma, to live up to.\n\nFor them that must obey authority that they
EXTT9= do not respect in any degree\nWho despise their jobs, their dest
EXTT9=inies\nSpeak jealously of them that are free\nDo what they do to b
EXTT9=e nothing more than something they invest in\nWhile some unprinci
EXTT9=ples baptize to strict party platform ties\nSocial clubs in drag 
EXTT9=disguise, outsiders they can freely criticize\nTell nothing excep
EXTT9=t who to idolize and say 'God bless him'\nWhile one who sings wit
EXTT9=h his tongue on fire\nGargles in the rat race choir\nBent out of s
EXTT9=hape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher\nBut 
EXTT9=rather get you down in the hole that he's in\nBut I mean no harm 
EXTT9=nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault\nBut it's alright m
EXTT9=a, if I can't please him.\n\nOld lady judges watch people in pairs
EXTT9=, limited in sex they dare\nTo push fake morals, insult and stare
EXTT9=\nWhile money doesn't talk, it swears\nObscenity, who really cares
EXTT9=, propaganda all is phony.\nWhile them that defend what they cann
EXTT9=ot see\nWith a killer's pride, security\nIt blows the mind most bi
EXTT9=tterly for them that think death's honesty\nWon't fall upon them 
EXTT9=naturally life sometimes must get lonely.\nMy eyes collide head o
EXTT9=n with stuffed graveyards, false goals, I scuff\nAt pettiness whi
EXTT9=ch plays so rough, walk upside down inside handcuffs\nKick my leg
EXTT9=s to crash it off, say OK I've had enough\nWhat else can you show
EXTT9= me.\nAnd if my thought dreams, could be seen,\nThey'd probably pu
EXTT9=t my head in a guillotine,\nBut it's alright ma, it's life and li
EXTT9=fe only.
EXTT10=ou must leave now - take what you need, you think will last\nbut 
EXTT10=whatever you wish to keep - you'd better grab it fast\nyonder sta
EXTT10=nds you orphan with his gun\ncrying like a fire in the sun\nlookou
EXTT10=t, the saints are coming through\nand its all over now, baby blue
EXTT10=\n\nthe highway is for gamblers, better use your sense\ntake what y
EXTT10=ou have gathered from coincidence\nthe empty-handed painter from 
EXTT10=your streets\nis drawing crazy patterns on your sheets\nthe sky, t
EXTT10=oo, is folding under you\nand its all over now, baby blue\n\nall yo
EXTT10=ur seasick sailors - they're all rowing home\nall your reindeer a
EXTT10=rmies, they're all going home <dylan screws this line up\n       
EXTT10=                    & sings "your empty handed armi-ies are goin
EXTT10=g home>\nyour lover, who just stepped out the door,\nhas taken all
EXTT10= his blankets from the floor\nthe carpet, too, is moving under yo
EXTT10=u\nand its all over now, baby blue\n\nleave your stepping stones be
EXTT10=hind, there's something that calls for you\nforget the dead you'v
EXTT10=e left, they will not follow you\nthe vagabond who's rapping at y
EXTT10=our door\nis standing in the clothes that you once wore\nstrike an
EXTT10=other match, go start anew\nand its all over now, baby blue
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