I'm Not There. Page #11

# I don't need anybody now #

# Beside me to tell #

# And it's all revelation #

# I recede #

# Good night #

# She's a long-bodied beauty #

# But she's gone like a smile #

# And she's gone #

# Yeah, she's gone like the rainbow #

# That was shinin'yesterday #

# But now she's old beside me #

# And I'd like to hear... #

Henry!

Henry!

Come on, Henry. Come on, girl.

Come on.

Come on!

Henry!

Come on!

Bye, Henry!

Good-bye, my lady.

# With your mercury mouth #

# In the missionary times #

# And your eyes like smoke #

# And your prayers like rhymes #

# And your silver cross #

# And your voice

like chimes #

Doesn't really matter, you know,

what kind of nasty names

people invent for the music.

But, uh, folk music

is just a word, you know,

that I can't use anymore.

What I'm talking about

is traditional music,

right, which is to say

it's mathematical music,

it's based on hexagons.

But all these songs

about, you know,

roses growing

out of people's brains

and lovers who are

really geese and swans

are turning into angels...

I mean, you know,

they're not going to die.

They're not folk music songs.

They're political songs.

They're already dead.

You'd think that these traditional music people

would... would gather

that mystery, you know,

is a traditional fact, you know,

seeing as they're

all so full of mystery.

And contradictions.

Yeah, contradictions.

And chaos.

Yes, it's chaos, clocks,

and watermelons...

You know, it's... it's everything.

These people actually think

I have some kind of, uh...

fantastic imagination.

It gets very, uh, lonesome.

But traditional music

is just, uh...

It's too unreal to die.

It doesn't need to be protected.

You know, I mean,

in that music is the only

true valid death

you can feel today,

you know, off a record player.

But like everything else in great demand,

people try to own it.

Has to do with, like,

uh, the purity thing.

I think its meaninglessness is holy.

Everybody knows I'm not a folk singer.

People are always talking about freedom.

Freedom to live a certain way

without being kicked around.

Course, the more

you live a certain way,

the less it feels like freedom.

Me? I can change during

the course of a day.

I wake and I'm one person,

and when I go to sleep, I know for certain

I'm somebody else.

I don't know who I am,

most of the time.

It's like you got yesterday,

today, and tomorrow,

all in the same room.

There's no tellin' what can happen.

# Once upon a time,

you dressed so fine #

# Threw the bums a dime

in your prime #

# Didn't you? #

# People call, say beware, doll #

# You're bound to fall

You thought they were all #

# Kiddin'you #

# You used to laugh about #

# Everybody that was hangin' out #

# Now you don't talk so loud #

# Now you don't seem so proud #

# About havin' to be scrounging #

# Your next meal #

# How does it feel? #

# How does it feel #

# To be without a home #

# Like a complete unknown #

# Like a rolling stone? #

# Things are crashing better #

# She's all too tight #

# In my neighborhood #

# She cried both day and night #

# She's a lone-hearted mystic #

# And she can't carry on #

# When I'm there, she's all right #

# Then she's not when I'm gone #

# Heaven knows that the answer #

# She don't call no one #

# She's the way forsaken beauty #

# She's mine for the one #

# And I've asked her hesitating #

# About temptation as it runs #

# She don't follow me #

# I'm leaving #

# I'm gone #

# Now, I'll cry tonight #

# Like I cried the night before #

# And I'll feast on the highway #

# But I'll dream about the door #

# It's alone #

# She's forsaken #

# By her fate #

# Words to tell #

# It don't have approximation #

# She smiles fairly well #

# Her smile is contagious #

# I was born to love her #

# But she knows that the kingdom #

# Waits so high above her #

# And I run #

# But I race #

# But it's not too fast to stand #

# But I've got to be free #

# And I'm not there #

# I'm gone #

# Well, it's too hard to stay here #

# And I don't want to leave #

# It's so hard for so few #

# Sleep, but she's hard #

# Too hard to breathe #

# It's a load #

# It's a crime #

# The way she mauls me around #

# But she don't phone to hate me #

# But it's time to make the clown #

# Yes, I believe that it's rightful #

# I believe it in my mind #

# I been told #

# Like I slept #

# Before I carry on the grind #

# Yes, the soul judge had told her #

# That I should carry on #

# The child's been hurt and alone #

# Then I'm gone #

# Mama, take this badge off of me #

# I can't use it anymore #

# It's gettin' dark #

# Much too dark to see #

# Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door #

# Knock, knock, knocking

on heaven's door #

# Knock, knock, knocking

on heaven's door #

# Knock, knock, knocking

on heaven's door #

# Knock, knock, knocking

on heaven's door #

# Mama, wipe this blood from my face #

# I'm sick and tired of the war #

# Don't know if it's night #

# Or if it's the sun #

# Rising higher #

# Scared I'm knockin'

on heaven's door #

# Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh #

# Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh #

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