Thursday, 9 August 2012

Bob Dylan - Early Roman Kings

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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous10 August 2012 at 09:53

    A somewhat unoriginal riff methinks. Come on Bob you can do better than this.

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  2. Anonymous10 August 2012 at 10:17

    Great lyrics, great energy...

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  3. Anonymous10 August 2012 at 11:34

    Oh noooo, the blues....

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  4. Anonymous10 August 2012 at 13:00

    "Throwaway blues" . . . Neil McCormick

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  5. Anonymous10 August 2012 at 13:25

    sito italiano di BOB DYLAN



    EARLY ROMAN KINGS


    All the early Roman kings
    In their sharkskin suits
    Bow ties and buttons
    High top boots
    Drivin’ the spikes in
    Blazin’ the rails
    Nailed in their coffins
    In top hats and tails
    Fly away over
    Fly away, flap your wings
    Fly by night
    Like the early Roman kings

    All the early roman kings
    In the early early morn
    Coming down the mountain
    Distributing the corn
    Speeding through the forest
    Racing down the track
    You try to get away
    They drag you back
    Tomorrow is friday
    We’ll see what it brings
    Everybody’s talking
    Bout the early roman kings

    They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers
    They buy and they sell
    They destroyed your city
    They’ll destroy you as well
    They’re lecherous and treacherous
    A-Hell bent for leather
    Each of ‘em bigger
    than all of them put together
    Sluggers and muggers
    Wearing fancy gold rings
    All the women goin’ crazy
    For the early Roman kings

    I can dress up your wounds
    With a blood-clotted rag
    I aint afraid to make love
    To a bitch or a hag
    If you see me comin’
    And you’re standing there
    Wave your handkerchief
    In the air
    I ain’t dead yet
    My bell still rings
    I keep my fingers crossed
    Like them early roman kings

    I can strip you of life
    Strip you of breath
    Ship you down
    To the house of death
    One day
    You will ask for me
    There’ll be no one else
    That you’ll wanna see
    Bring down my fiddle
    Tune up my strings
    I’m gonna break it wide open
    Like the early roman kings

    I was up on black mountain
    The day Detroit fell
    They killed ‘em all off
    And they sent ‘em to hell
    Ding dong daddy
    You’re coming up short
    Gonna put you on trail
    In a sicilian court
    I’ve had my fun
    I’ve had my flings
    Gonna shake em all down
    Like the early roman kings

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  6. Anonymous10 August 2012 at 13:59

    Ding Dong Daddio!

    L Phillips

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