Saturday, July 20, 2019
Bob dylan: a classic Essay -- essays research papers
 Mr. Tambourine Man  Chorus  Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me  Iââ¬â¢m not sleepy and there is no place Iââ¬â¢m going to  Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me  Iââ¬â¢m the jingle jangle morning Iââ¬â¢ll come following you    Though I know the eveningââ¬â¢s empire has returned into sand  Vanished from my hand  Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping  My weariness amazes me, Iââ¬â¢m branded on my feet  I have no one to meet  And the ancient empty streetââ¬â¢s too dead for dreaming  >Chorus  Take me on a trip on your magic swirling ship  My senses have been stripped  My handââ¬â¢s canââ¬â¢t feel to grip  My toes too numb to step  Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering  Iââ¬â¢m ready to go anywhere, Iââ¬â¢m ready for to fade  Into my own parade  Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under itâ⬠¦.  >Chorus  Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun  Itââ¬â¢s not aimed at anyone  Itââ¬â¢s just escaping on the run  And but for the sky there are no fences facing  And if you hear vague traces of skipping reel rhyme  To your tambourine in time  Itââ¬â¢s just a ragged clown behind  I wouldnââ¬â¢t pat it any mind  Itââ¬â¢s just a shadow youââ¬â¢re seeing heââ¬â¢s chasing  >Chorus  Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind  Down the foggy ruins of time  Far past the frozen leaves  The haunted frightened trees  Out to the windy beach  Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow  Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free  Silhouetted by the sea  Circled by the circus sands  With all memory...                      
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