Posts Tagged ‘unreleased’

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Red River Shore – Bob Dylan

October 8, 2008

Some of us turn off the lights and we live
In the moonlight shooting by
Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark
To be where the angels fly
Pretty maids all in a row lined up
Outside my cabin door
I’ve never wanted any of them wanting me
‘Cept the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I sat by her side and for a while I tried
To make that girl my wife
She gave me her best advice and she said
“Go home and lead a quiet life.”
Well, I’ve been to the east and I’ve been to the west
And I’ve been out where the black winds roar
Somehow, though, I never did get that far
With the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I knew when I first laid eyes on her
I could never be free
One look at her and I knew right away
She should always be with me
Well, the dream dried up a long time ago
Don’t know where it is anymore
True to life, true to me
Was the girl from the Red River shore

Now I’m wearing the cloak of misery
And I’ve tasted jilted love
And the frozen smile upon my face
Fits me like a glove
But I can’t escape from the memory
Of the one that I’ll always adore
All those nights when I lay in the arms
Of the girl from the Red River shore

Well, we’re living in the shadows of a fading past
Trapped in the fires of time
I’ve tried not to ever hurt anybody
And to stay out of a life of crime
And when it’s all been said and done
I never did know the score
One more day is another day away
From the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I’m a stranger here in a strange land
But I know this is where I belong
I’ll ramble and gamble for the one I love
And the hills will give me a song
Though nothing looks familiar to me
I know I’ve stayed here before
Once, a thousand nights ago
With the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I went back to see about it once
Went back to straighten it out
Everybody that I talked to had seen us there
Said they didn’t know who I was talking about
Well, the sun went down on me a long time ago
I’ve had to fall back from the door
I wish I could have spent every hour of my life
With the girl from the Red River shore

Now, I’ve heard of a guy who lived a long time ago
A man full of sorrow and strife
Whenever someone around him died and was dead
He knew how to bring ’em on back to life
Well, I don’t know what kind of language he used
Or if they do that kind of thing anymore
Sometimes I think nobody ever saw me here at all
‘Cept the girl from the Red River shore

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Leave My Kitten Alone – The Beatles

August 11, 2008

You better leave my kitten all alone,
You better leave my kitten all alone.
Well, I told you, big, fat bulldog,
You better leave her alone.

You better leave my kitten all alone,
You better leave my kitten all alone.
This dog is gonna get you
If you don’t leave her alone.

Well, Mister Dog
I’m gonna hit you on the top of your head.
That child is gonna miss you,
You’re gonna wish
That you were dead.

If you don’t leave my kitten all alone.
Well, I told you, big, fat bulldog,
You better leave her alone.

Well, Mister Dog
I’m gonna hit you on the top of your head.
That gal is gonna miss you,
You’re gonna wish
That you were dead.

If you don’t leave my kitten all alone, oh yeah.
Well, I told you, big, fat bulldog,
You better leave her alone.

Hey-hey!
You better leave,
You better leave,
You better leave,
Yeah, you better leave,
You better leave,
Oh, you got to leave
Yeah, hey!
Well, I told you, big, fat bulldog.