Let me see you make him smile

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Lay, Lady, Lay

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Whatever colors you have in your mind,
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile.
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile.
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
and you're the best thing that he's ever seen.

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile.
Why wait any longer for the world to begin?
You can have your cake and eat it too.
Why wait any longer for the one you love,
when he's standing in front of you?

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.
I long to see you in the morning light.
I long to reach for you in the night.
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.

Recordando tiempos pasados

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Changing the Guards

Sixteen years.
Sixteen banners united over the field,
where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided
spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.

Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace.
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
on midsummer's eve near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
sending his thoughts to a beloved maid,
whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet,
I rode past destruction in the ditches
with the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

The palace of mirrors,
where dog soldiers are reflected
the endless road and the wailing of chimes.
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up.
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking.
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
she's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said, I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards,
but Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come
with tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire,
but will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
and cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
between the King and the Queen of Swords.

You couldn't leave me like you found me

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Make You Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face
and the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
and there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
to make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
but I would never do you wrong,
I've known it from the moment that we met.
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue,
I'd go crawling down the avenue.
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
to make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
and on the highway of regret
though winds of change are throwing wild and free.
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy,
make your dreams come true,
nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
to make you feel my love.

De nuevo, a las puertas del cielo

Después de seis años volvía Bob Dylan a pisar tierras catalanas y de nuevo, las entradas se agotaban en pocas horas. Como ya va siendo habitual, habrá que contentarse con escuchar sus discos o delitarse con sus apariciones en la gran pantalla, como es el caso de la película "Pat Garret y Billy the Kid" dirigida por Sam Peckinpah, donde comparte créditos con Richard Jaeckel, Richard Birght (Al Neri en la triología El Padrino) y el cantante de country Kris Kristofferson. Porque aunque sale echo un zagal y sus diálogos son escuetos, tiene ese porte inconfundible.

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Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Mama, take this badge off of me,
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see,
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.

Mama, put my guns in the ground,
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down,
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.