bob dylan
In 1974, Bob Dylan rounded up a long tour with The Band, divorced Sara and sat down writing songs that after several touch-ups became the album "Blood on the Tracks", returning to Columbia after 2 albums with Asylum. It was meant to be released for Xmas '74, but was delayed because he cut half the playlist over again, and produced it himself - in Minneapolis, while the first takes were made in New York, produced by Phil Ramone. Dispite this, the result had a consistence no other Dylan album ever had. It got a mixed reception, from "Masterpiece" to "What the f...", but as the years have gone by, the first characterization has won. Myself, I put this album on top off ALL I've heard from him.
Dylan himself denies that the lyrics are autobiographic, but I don't trust that guy. He's always been vague.
He has written songs about almost everything, not to mention pain and hatered. This one is remarkably poisonous. No covers detected. I r e a l l y wonder why ...
someone's got it in for me • they're planting stories in the press
whoever it is I wish they cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess
they say I shot a man named Grey and took his wife to Italy
she inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky
people see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
their minds are filled with big ideas • imagines and distorted facts
even you yesterday had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe it after all these years you didnt know me any better than that
sweet lady
idiot wind • blowing every time you move your mouth
from the blowing down the backroad heading south
idiot wind • blowing every time you move your teeth
you're an idiot babe • it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I ran into a fortune teller who said "beware of lighning that might strike"
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I don't remember what it's like
there's a lone soldier on the cross • smoke pouring out of a boxcar door
you wouldn't believe it • wouldn't think it could be done: in the final end he won the war
after losing every battle
I woke up on the roadside daydreaming of the way things sometimes are
visions of your chesnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars
you hurt the ones that I love best and covered up the truth with lies
one day you'll be in the ditch • flies buzzing around your eyes
blood on your saddle
idiot wind • blowing through the flowers on your tomb
from the blowing through the curtains in your room
idiot wind • blowing every time you move your teeth
you're an idiot babe • it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
it was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
you tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
now everything's a little upside down • as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
what's good is bad • what's bad is good • you'll find it out when you reach the top
you're on the bottom
I noticed at the ceremony : you're corrupt ways have finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore: your mouth has changed • your eyes don't look into mine
the priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stonefaced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards near the cypress tree while the springtime turned
slowly into autumn
idiot wind • blowing like a circle around my skull
from the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
idiot wind • blowing every time you move your teeth
you're an idiot babe • it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I can't feel you anymore • I can't even touch the books you've read
every time I've crawled past your door I've been wishing I was somebody else instead
down the highway • down the tracks • down the road to extacy
I followed you beneath the stars hounded by your memory
and your raging glory
I've been doublecrossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the border line that separated you from me
now you'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
and I'll never know the same about you : your holiness on your kind of love
and it makes me feel sorry
idiot wind • blowing through the buttons on our coates
from the blowing through the letters that we wrote
idiot wind • blowing through the dust upon our shelves
we are idiots babe • it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves
For the following CHORD section, fullscreen/horizontal mobile is recommended.
Chords in brackets may be omitted.
Cm D D7 G someone's got it in for me they're planting stories in the press Cm D D7 G whoever it is I wish they cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess Em Bm C G they say I shot a man named Grey and took his wife to Italy Em Bm C G she inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me Bm D7/9 D I can't help it if I'm lucky Cm D D7 G people see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act Cm D D7 G their minds are filled with big ideas imagines and distorted facts Em Bm C G even you yesterday had to ask me where it was at Em Bm C G I couldn't believe it after all these years you didnt know me any better than that Bm D7/9 D sweet lady G C D7/9 G idiot wind blowing every time you move your mouth C D7/9 D7sus4 D from the blowing down the backroad heading south G C D7/9 G idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth Bm C D D7 G you're an idiot babe it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
