Song | The Times They Are A-Changin' |
Artist | The Beach Boys |
Album | Beach Boys Party! (2001 - Remaster) |
Lyrics:Bob Dylan Music:Bob Dylan | |
Oh, one more time... | |
(And I didn't want [...].) | |
(Hey Al, [...].) | |
(What?) | |
([...]) | |
(Al's gonna sing a 'test song.) | |
(Yeah, sing it for us.) | |
(Sing a what?) | |
(A 'test song. It was a protest song until you tried it. Now it's a 'test.) | |
(Do a little protest.) | |
(I can't hear you, Ally.) | |
(Yay, I'm gonna give Al a hand.) | |
(I can't hear you, Al.) | |
(Yay for Al.) | |
(Can't hear you, Al.) | |
Come gather round people, wherever you roam | |
And admit that the waters around you have grown | |
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone | |
(Right!) (*Laughter*) | |
If your time to you is worth savin' | |
Then you'd better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone | |
(Glug.) (Wrong!) | |
For the times they are a-changin' | |
(*Laughter*) | |
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen | |
(Right!) (*Laughter*) | |
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again | |
(Wrong!) | |
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin | |
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin' | |
(No!) | |
'Cos the loser now will be later to win | |
For the times they are a-changin' | |
([...], [...]) | |
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land | |
('Eve of Destruction') | |
And don't criticize what you can't understand | |
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command | |
Your old road is rapidly agin' | |
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand | |
For the times they are a-changin' | |
([...]) | |
([...] put on your shoes.) | |
([...]) | |
(Wait a second, where's the note? [...]) | |
Bar, Bar, Bar | |
(Oh shit...) | |
Bar, Bar, Bar | |
(Go back to the piano.) | |
(F sharp, wasn't it?) | |
(I can't read. *Laugh*) | |
(Let's go.) | |
(What note? What--where's the note?) | |
Ba ba ba, you don't know how to sing, 'Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?' | |
Yes sir, no sir, none, just a little [...] | |
(Oh, that was cute.) |
Lyrics: Bob Dylan Music: Bob Dylan | |
Oh, one more time... | |
And I didn' t want .... | |
Hey Al, .... | |
What? | |
... | |
Al' s gonna sing a ' test song. | |
Yeah, sing it for us. | |
Sing a what? | |
A ' test song. It was a protest song until you tried it. Now it' s a ' test. | |
Do a little protest. | |
I can' t hear you, Ally. | |
Yay, I' m gonna give Al a hand. | |
I can' t hear you, Al. | |
Yay for Al. | |
Can' t hear you, Al. | |
Come gather round people, wherever you roam | |
And admit that the waters around you have grown | |
And accept it that soon you' ll be drenched to the bone | |
Right! Laughter | |
If your time to you is worth savin' | |
Then you' d better start swimmin' or you' ll sink like a stone | |
Glug. Wrong! | |
For the times they are achangin' | |
Laughter | |
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen | |
Right! Laughter | |
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won' t come again | |
Wrong! | |
And don' t speak too soon for the wheel' s still in spin | |
And there' s no tellin' who that it' s namin' | |
No! | |
' Cos the loser now will be later to win | |
For the times they are achangin' | |
..., ... | |
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land | |
' Eve of Destruction' | |
And don' t criticize what you can' t understand | |
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command | |
Your old road is rapidly agin' | |
Please get out of the new one if you can' t lend your hand | |
For the times they are achangin' | |
... | |
... put on your shoes. | |
... | |
Wait a second, where' s the note? ... | |
Bar, Bar, Bar | |
Oh shit... | |
Bar, Bar, Bar | |
Go back to the piano. | |
F sharp, wasn' t it? | |
I can' t read. Laugh | |
Let' s go. | |
What note? Whatwhere' s the note? | |
Ba ba ba, you don' t know how to sing, ' Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?' | |
Yes sir, no sir, none, just a little ... | |
Oh, that was cute. |