you stood tall but still looked small
with one eye wide on the old piano
it was the night of a new moon
the piano was black and perfectly out of tune
they gave you the last call
the house bouncer, who was a struggling poet,
stood to read your latest stuff
but he didn't really know it
he had tattoos across his etched forehead;
his girlfriend's face was incredibly tough
one glance from her and i almost dropped dead
soft guitar notes filled the smoky air
i felt like a drunk beneath a midnight New York bridge
but i knew you wouldn't care
your pen was busy with a German beer in hand
Allen Ginsberg laughing by your side
a Buddhist symbol on his neck he once tried to hide
his boyfriend a member of your current band
in his grasp a silver flute
his face alluringly cute
i asked you for a hurried autograph
you abandoned me on the winding path
you muttered something about having too much pride
your buddy Jesus when He awoke asked you for a Heavenly ride;
you said it was time for him to go
Patti Smith, yes, she wanted to give him some really good blow
and his giant rock trembled and the dirt floor shook
he figured i stole your seventeenth century Italian poetry book
but a hand-rolled cigarette was the only thing i ever took
i heard you howl and curse and saw you pound the stage
and jumping outside from inside his lonely cage
wild William Burroughs got so damn crazy mad
he burned his book but you kept the final page
and the ladies-in-waiting pretended to be sad
no amount of money could ever make them glad
Mr. Tamborine Man seemed to be my only loyal friend
he came to my emotional rescue
i asked him what should i do?
he came to watch the late show At The Other End
i came out from the bottom to the now-where-am-i top,
heard your old songs of liberty and mild abuse
that tore Old Dixie Down and finally cooked the golden goose
well, they never seemed to stop
now i know why you ate the yellow cocktail fruit
wearing nothing except your Minnesota birthday suit
when you took a lady across your big brass bed
used ten words to keep a hundred thousand people fed
and all that next winter your handwriting paved the way
sweet Joan Baez knew better than to stay!!
her river flowed with loose debris and hard ice
you didn't even try to be that nice
your skies remained cloudy and grey
for once you didn't have anything clever to say
but no matter what you did or how you eventually fixed your hair
the times they are a'changin everywhere
the times they are a'changin everywhere.
i asked you for a hurried autograph
you abandoned me on the winding path
you muttered something about having too much pride
your buddy Jesus when He awoke asked you for a Heavenly ride;
you said it was time for him to go
Patti Smith, yes, she wanted to give him some really good blow
and his giant rock trembled and the dirt floor shook
he figured i stole your seventeenth century Italian poetry book
but a hand-rolled cigarette was the only thing i ever took
i heard you howl and curse and saw you pound the stage
and jumping outside from inside his lonely cage
wild William Burroughs got so damn crazy mad
he burned his book but you kept the final page
and the ladies-in-waiting pretended to be sad
no amount of money could ever make them glad
Mr. Tamborine Man seemed to be my only loyal friend
he came to my emotional rescue
i asked him what should i do?
he came to watch the late show At The Other End
i came out from the bottom to the now-where-am-i top,
heard your old songs of liberty and mild abuse
that tore Old Dixie Down and finally cooked the golden goose
well, they never seemed to stop
now i know why you ate the yellow cocktail fruit
wearing nothing except your Minnesota birthday suit
when you took a lady across your big brass bed
used ten words to keep a hundred thousand people fed
and all that next winter your handwriting paved the way
sweet Joan Baez knew better than to stay!!
her river flowed with loose debris and hard ice
you didn't even try to be that nice
your skies remained cloudy and grey
for once you didn't have anything clever to say
but no matter what you did or how you eventually fixed your hair
the times they are a'changin everywhere
the times they are a'changin everywhere.
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