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Bob Dylan: Music,lyrics,poetry,
Art work.
1941-.>>>>>still going strong at least 100 gigs a year,since 1989.
Lyrics of Bob Dylan:
Sundown of the Union-----------------------------
Apr.-May 1983
ROUGH CUTS
Well, my shoes they come from Singapore
My shirt is from Taiwan
My pants are from Malaysia
My necktie's from the Amazon
Saxophone is from the Philippines
My car's a Chevrolet
It's put together down in Argentina
By a guy makin' thirty cents a day.
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way.
Well, the perfume is from China
Ear rings are from Japan
Belt buckle's from the Himalaya
The dog collar's from Pakistan.
Chain says "Made in Brazil"
Where a woman slaved for sure
Taking home sixty cents a day to a family of twelve
A lot of money to her.
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way.
Well, some people complainin' that there is no work.
I say, "Brother, how can that be?
When nothin' you got is U.S.-made
It all comes from across the sea."
They call it religious capitalism
Under corporate command
It says, "Nobody gets hired to do anything
That can be done cheaper in some other land."
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way.
Well, the drug dealers are making big profit
Oh yeah, they say times were tough for a while.
When the Russians bomb Las Vegas
They'll be on a desert isle.
And them big manufacturers aren't starving, though
Their profits are down beyond belief.
Got to have to send them a care package
Or make it food relief.
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way.
All that steel and aluminum
Venezuela, El Salvador.
Well, the unions are big business
But they're goin' out like a dinosaur.
Well, they used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon.
They want to take your home garden away
That day is comin' pretty soon.
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way.
There's a man in a mask in the White House
Who's got no name or important ties.
Just as long as he understands the shape of things to come
He can stay there till he dies.
Got to be an invisible man
Not a front man for some diseased cause.
Certainly not a union man, an independent man
Not a man tied to social laws.
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way.
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Angelina,,,
C#
F# C#
Well it’s always been my nature to take chances
G# C#
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
F# C#
Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
G#
To the tune of a concertina
Blood drying in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But whatever could it be makes you think you’ve seen me before
Angelina
F# C# G#
Oooh-oh, Angelina
F# C# G#
Oooh-oh, Angelina
His eyes were two slits make any snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd
Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed
And the head of a hyena
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek
Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed
I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist then who will you blame?
I’ve tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game
Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
There’s a black Mercedes rolling through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead, you’re down to the bone
Tell me tall man, where would you like to be overthrown?
In Jerusalem or Argentina?
She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold
He’s surrounded by God’s angels and she’s wearing a blindfold
But so are you, Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching, tryin' to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
In God’s truth, name, tell me what you want and you’ll have it of course
Just step into the arena
Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces
Begging god for mercy and weeping in unholy places
Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
Oooh-oh, Angelina
(Oooh-oh, Angelina)
(Oooh-oh, Angelina)
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