My back pages
From: [emailprotected] (Glen Macon)
Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped
Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map
We'll meet our own edges soon said I, proud me beaded brow
CHORUS: Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.
Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream
Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow
CHORUS
In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach
Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
CHORUS
The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect
Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect
Good and bad I define these terms, why clear, no doubt, somehow.
From: [emailprotected] (Tony Ash)
Subject: Re: Bob DylanMy Back Pages
MY BACK PAGES (Dylan)
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps...
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using i-deas as my maps...
We'll meet on edges, soon said, I,
Proud 'neath heated brow...
Ah, but I was so much older then
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.
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.
....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([emailprotected])
Regards---Tony Ash
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