| Lyrics: | From: Rough Harvest
Written by: Bob Dylan 1965
Farewell Angelina, the
bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
The triangle
tingles, the music plays slow
But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire, and I must
go
There is no use in talking and there's no need for blame
There is nothing to
prove, everything still is the same
The table stands empty by the edge of the stream
But
farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors, and I must leave
The jacks and the queens
they have forsake the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard
In the space
where the deuce and the ace once ran wild
Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you
after a while
See the cross-eyed pirate sit perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
with a sawed-off shotgun
And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each
blast
But farewell Angelina, the sky is trembling, and I must leave fast
King Kong
little elves in the rooftops they dance
Valentino-type tangos while the hero's clean
hands
Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone
Farewell Angelina, the sky is
flooding over, and I must be gone
The camouflaged parrot, he flutters from fear
When
something he doesn't know about suddenly appears
What can not be imitated perfect must
die
Farewell Angelina, the sky's flooding over, and I must go where it is
dry
Machine guns are roaring, puppets heave rocks
At misunderstood visions and at
the faces of clocks
Call me any name you like, I will never deny it
But farewell Angelina,
the sky is erupting, and I must go where it's quiet |
