Bob Dylan - My back pages, аккорды

From: [email protected] (Glen Macon)
 
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 	    Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped
 	    
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 	    Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map
 	    
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 	    We'll meet our own edges soon said I, proud me beaded brow
 
 
 		           
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 	    CHORUS: Ah but I was so much older then
 		        
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 		    I'm younger than that now.
 
 
 	    
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 	    Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream
 	    
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 	    Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed
 	    
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 	    Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow
 
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 	    In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
 	    
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 	    During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach
 	    
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 	    Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
  
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 	    The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect
 	    
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 	    Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect
 	    
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 	    Good and bad I define these terms, why clear, no doubt, somehow.
 
 From: [email protected] (Tony Ash)
 Subject: Re: Bob DylanMy Back Pages
 
 
                         MY BACK PAGES (Dylan)
 
   
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 Crimson flames tied through my ears
 
          
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 Rollin' high and mighty traps...      
 
   
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 Pounced with fire on flaming roads
 
       
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 Using i-deas as my maps...
 
         
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 We'll meet on edges, soon said, I,
 
  
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 Proud 'neath heated brow...
 
         
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 Ah, but I was so much older then
 
      
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 I'm young-er than that now.
 
 
 Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth,
 Rip down all hate, I screamed,
 Lies that life is black and white
 Spoke from my skull I dreamed.
 Romantic facts of musketeers
 Foundationed deep, somehow,
 Ah, but I was so much older then,
 I'm younger than that now.
 
 Girl's faces formed the forward path
 >From phony jealousy,
 To memorizing politics
 Of ancient history.
 Flung down by corpse evangelist
 Unthought of, though, somehow,
 Ah, but I was so much older then,
 I'm younger than that now.
 
 
A
 self-ordained professor's tongue
 Too serious to fool
 Spouted out that liberty
 Is just equality in school.
 Equality, I spoke the word
 As if a wedding vow
 Ah, but I was so much older then,
 I'm younger than that now.
 
 
 In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
 At the mongrel dogs who teach
 Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
 In the instant that I preach.
 My pathway led by confusion boats
 Mutiny from stern to bow
 Ah, but I was so much older then,
 I'm younger than that now.
 
 Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats
 Too noble to neglect
 Deceived me into thinking
 I had something to protect.
 Good and bad, I define these terms
 Quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
 Ah, but I was so much older then,
 I'm younger than that now.
 
 
 
 
 ....I think Dylan did it in 
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 ....The Byrds left out the 3rd and 4th verse in their
 Rendition...
 ....Amazing isn't it; a song thirty years old and still
 Just as relevant today.
 
 Compliments of Tony Ash([email protected])
 
 
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