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Day 113

Early one mornin the sun was shinin,

I was layin in bed

Wondrin if shed changed at all

If her hair was still red.

Her folks they said our lives together

Sure was gonna be rough

They never did like mamas homemade dress

Papas bankbook wasnt big enough.

And I was standin on the side of the road

Rain fallin on my shoes

Heading out for the east coast

Lord knows Ive paid some dues gettin through,

Tangled up in blue.

 

She was married when we first met

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam, I guess,

But I used a little too much force.

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out west

Split up on a dark sad night

Both agreeing it was best.

She turned around to look at me

As I was walkin away

I heard her say over my shoulder,

Well meet again someday on the avenue,

Tangled up in blue.

 

I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the ax just fell.

So I drifted down to new orleans

Where I happened to be employed

Workin for a while on a fishin boat

Right outside of delacroix.

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind,

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew

Tangled up in blue.

 

She was workin in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer,

I just kept lookin at the side of her face

In the spotlight so clear.

And later on as the crowd thinned out

Is just about to do the same,

She was standing there in back of my chair

Said to me, dont I know your name?

I muttered somethin underneath my breath,

She studied the lines on my face.

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,

Tangled up in blue.

 

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe

I thought youd never say hello, she said

You look like the silent type.

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an italian poet

From the thirteenth century.

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burnin coal

Pourin off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you,

Tangled up in blue.

 

I lived with them on montague street

In a basement down the stairs,

There was music in the cafes at night

And revolution in the air.

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died.

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside.

And when finally the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn,

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keepin on like a bird that flew,

Tangled up in blue.

 

So now Im goin back again,

I got to get to her somehow.

All the people we used to know

Theyre an illusion to me now.

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenters wives.

Dont know how it all got started,

I dont know what theyre doin with their lives.

But me, Im still on the road

Headin for another joint

We always did feel the same,

We just saw it from a different point of view,

Tangled up in blue.

 

Bob Dylan 1974

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