| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol
with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a
snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for
you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
Jokerman dance to the
nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,
Jokerman.
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no
one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread,
you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the
persecutor within.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the
light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
You're a man of the mountains, you can walk
on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and
Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Friend
to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich
man without any name.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the
light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Well, the Book of Leviticus and
Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the
twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your
features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars
with a small dog licking your face.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly
high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.
Well, the rifleman's stalking
the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is
uncertain.
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks
behind every curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter
of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird
fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
It's a shadowy world, skies
are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in
scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the
motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman,
you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.
Jokerman dance to
the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman |
