#19: The Architecture of You

Inside the neon dream
Beside the fantasy of all I’ve seen
The architecture of you eludes me
Under the purchased scene
Where propaganda plays for both teams
The catacombs of you call to me
Within the white screen
Sanctifying the machine
The mirage of you dissatisfies me

Chorus:
Hey, you’re gone
And did I know you?
Hey, time is a bomb
And if I loved you, did I show you?

Where did we go wrong?
We lived on drink and song all summer long
And bliss was ours
How was I to know?
It was the part of the show
Where the lovers aren’t allowed to know
So the audience feels power
Over characters with desires
Desires with reasons
Reasons with conditions
Conditions with consequences
Consequences with questions
Like

Hey, you’re gone
And did I know you?
Hey, time is a bomb
And if I loved you, did I show you

Stay, stay, stay
Never leave
You can’t leave me
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

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#18: Floyd Patterson

Ready to brawl
Took a standing eight count
You can’t knock me out
I won’t allow it

I know I’m wrong
To seek sweet vengeance
But its just business
My endowment

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder

On my own
After getting knocked out
You left no doubt
We’re a split decision

Posing as unknown
Fake beard and sunglasses
I’m badly beaten
But I’m not finished

Well I’ve been fighting
And I’ve been winning
And I am gunning
To be champ for the third time
I’m not your villain
Just a gentleman
You can go to hell
If you think something’s wrong
With me getting mine

Politics
They don’t exist
When my opponent and I
Are fitted with gloves
Baby it broke my heart
When you spoke of revolution
As if it were bigger than
Our love

Wish I knew
The right words
But fighting’s what I do
Though I had to fight
For everything I got
I never wanted to
Fight you

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder


Tangled Up In Blue — 1978 (cover version)

*copyright Special Rider

Tangled Up In Blue, by Bob Dylan (1978 version)

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’
I was layin’ in bed
Wondrin’ if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bank book wasn’t big enough
And I was standin’ on the side of the road
Rain fallin’ on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues
Gettin’ through
Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me
One more time as I was walkin’ away
Saying over her shoulder
Boy, we’re bound meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue

I remember staying in the great north woods
Living in a vagabond hotel
One day during the pouring rain
I can feel how the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was lucky not to be destroyed
I almost died in the boiling flat
Two miles outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue

She was dancing in the flamingo club
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on when the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there, right behind my chair
Touching me, said, “it ain’t no accident you came,”
I muttered something under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove
Wearing a dress made out of stars and stripes
I thought you’d never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And started quoting them to me
Written by a French child
From the eighteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
There was revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of her froze
She had to sell everything she owned
Even her jewelry and her clothes
And when it all came crashing down
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’ on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue

So now I’m goin’ on back again
I got to get to her and be brave
All the people we used to know
At least the ones that ain’t in the grave
Some are bricklayers, some are bank robbers
Some are burglars, some are truck driver’s wives
I don’t know how it all got started
I got no idea what they’re doin’ with their lives
But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
A different point of view
Tangled up in blue


#17: Reasons to Try

Comes a time
In anyone’s life
When they need to know more
Than wrong or right

No borrowed reason
From a prophet’s quill
Performed as ritual
Expressed as will

Life can’t find me
In the anonymity
Of amnesia city
I become a body
Renting my memory
To clarify
Reasons to try

It’s for every marriage
That seemed sensible
Every neurosis
Non-negotiable
Every lover
Pining for a friend
Every dream come true
Better in pretend

Every poet
Silenced by shame
Every entertainer
Devoured by fame
Every illusion
Sustaining a believer
Every reality
Enslaving the dreamer

You can find me
In the virgin country
Known as memory
You were a suffragette
Renting my body
To clarify
Reasons to try

For every poor child
Hungry in a ghetto
Every jetsetter
Considering suicide in a chateau
Every practitioner
Seeking enlightenment
Every great mind
Stymied by entitlement

Every single mother
Working overtime
Every inmate
Consumed by a culture of crime
Every kind soul
Willing to give back
Every widow
Feeling the lack

Comes a time
In a person’s life
Comes a time
In a person’s life


#16: Rapunzel

Well it was forty-five
Past midnight
The bouncers had just
Ended a fight
You materialize
In the stage-light
Sit at the piano
And plink That’s Life

I swear you appear to be
A mirage to me
Wearing an Arabian dress
And rosary beads
With a pink guitar pick
Between your teeth
Playing like falling rain
Patient certainty

Then you spit the pick
In the palm of your hand
And stride over
To the microphone stand
Tune the house guitar
Strum This Land is Your Land
Singing your own lyrics
About Afghanistan

1.Hey Rapunzel
Come down
From your tower
Return to me
At this witching hour
Sing to me
Your song of tender power
I need you

You sing like a volcano
Erupting honey
Lyrics raw
Concerning blood money
Your closing line
Eurydice can judge me
You put me in tune
With my heartbeat

Well I approach the stage
After your set
You’re like lightening up there
What can I expect?
I’m just a thin white man
You could see as a threat
But you’re convivially curious
All you want’s a drink and a friend

Well we talk until
Its thirty past three
You, the bartender, and me
A holy trinity
I ask for a date tomorrow
Please be free
Let’s talk forever about
Religion, death, and comedy

2. Hey Rapunzel
May I have
Your address?
I didn’t get your number
And I must confess
Without your voice
I am under duress
I need you

Well her eyes turned down
And she calmly explained
She lives in a tower
And can only descend for a stage
If there’s no stage
She evaporates
It was the bargain she made
To reverse her fate

I ask Fred the bartender
If he slipped us some LSD
He said come on now
I’m a man of dignity
She left her tip
Said I knew you wouldn’t believe me
I always get your admiration
I never have your sympathy

She doesn’t say goodbye
Just departs immediately
And I’m still fumbling for an apology
Not thinking expediently
I’m trailing her silhouette
Shouting please, wait for me
And when I get to the sidewalk
I only see the indifferent city

3. Hey Rapunzel
I built a stage
In the middle of Washington Square
And now the skaters can’t skate
Nor can the folkies and junkies
Congregate
Until you re-animate
I need you

She’s such a knockout talent
And she actually talked to me
But now she’s gone and I’m just staring
At this family of gutter leaves
Dancing and swirling
Then falling in the breeze
Performing for that moment
Before retiring for eternity

All these nights I search
But haven’t found her again
Walking uptown to down
From Silvana to the Bitter End
If I could have believed
Or made myself pretend
I know she was real
The prophesized amend

All the while dreaming
About us on a fire escape
Her hair between my fingers
Upon her back a starry cape
Then we hold each other close
And simply fly away
Above the bodies and the buildings
This city of love and hate


#15: The Part of Hope

Paralyzed
And the crosswalk sign
Is telling me to move

In this Balkanized
Corporate paradise
Consciousness is a fool

On my way
To a date
With the anxious apparatus
To plead my case
And amend my mistake
Of writing that ending
Tragic

Do you have an empty feeling?
Can you play the part of hope?
Was their dream worth believing?
When you already had a coat?

Satisfied
By a momentary high
After signing their contract

Unrecognized
Walking the Highline
Alias intact

We were running late
To a play
That was about our lives
We did not know ourselves
Everybody is somebody else
And I still love the way you
Survive

Do you have an empty feeling?
Can you play the part of hope?
Was their dream worth believing?
When you already had a coat


#14: The Truth About New York

Emotionally homeless
Drifting thru Central Park

Baseball bat in your guitar-case
Your lips on the tender dark

You were supposed to be
The new wave
Not another matchstick to save
In the world rock and roll made

They never
Told you
The truth
About New York
You never
Believe
The proof
About New York
You forget
What you never knew
Could be untrue
About New York

Ears turned toneless
By the Broadway jackhammer

The ashes of your new melody
Unceremoniously scattered

And you were supposed to be
A useful device
Sanctifying our vice
Inside candy lights

They never
Told you
The truth
About New York
You never
Believe
The proof
About New York
You forget
What you never knew
Could be true
About New York


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