Mike from Berkeley, CaThough Dylan wrote this during the Cuban Missile Crisis, I believe he used that situation as a starting point in writing this song, not as a literal interpretation of atomic fallout.it's about the circle of life entangled with Karma which we make in every second of our life while getting born and dyeing over and over again with out seeing the light! READ WHO IS BOB DYLYN FIRST! No-body from UniverseIt's about human suffering around the world where all humanities brain has been conditioned through millions of years with all of this lies and fantasies we ourselves have created, yet people still got no clue about the meaning of life.
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'īut I'll know my song well before I start singin' Where black is the color, where none is the numberĪnd I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itĪnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the people are many and their hands are all empty I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? I met another man who was wounded with hatredĪnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met a young woman whose body was burning Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenĪnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardĪnd what did you hear, my darling young one? I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw a white ladder all covered with water
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I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyardĪnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
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