"Situations have ended sadRelationships have all been badMine've been like Verlaine's and RimbaudBut there's no way I can compareAll those scenes to this affairYou're gonna make me lonesome when you go"
"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed sonAnd where have you been, my darling young oneI've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyardAnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fallOh, what did you see, my blue-eyed sonAnd what did you see, my darling young oneI saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on itI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'I saw a white ladder all covered with waterI saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all brokenI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenAnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fallAnd what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?And what did you hear, my darling young one?I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldHeard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutterHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyAnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fallOh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?Who did you meet, my darling young one?I met a young child beside a dead ponyI met a white man who walked a black dogI met a young woman whose body was burningI met a young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveI met another man who was wounded with hatredAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fallAnd what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?And what'll you do now, my darling young one?I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forestWhere the people are many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonAnd the executioner's face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the color, where none is the numberAnd I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see itThen I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'But I'll know my song well before I start singin'And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall"
Great lyrics. I hope you had to cut and paste them and didn't remember them. I'd feel inferior if you did.
I remember a lot of them, but, no, this was cut-and-paste. (Even if I had remembered them, I'd have done a cut-and-paste...way faster...)
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