Song | Changing of the Guards |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits, Vol. 3 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:09.05] | Sixteen years |
[00:12.15] | Sixteen banners united over the field |
[00:19.70] | Where the good shepherd grieves |
[00:25.10] | Desperate men, desperate women divided |
[00:32.27] | Spreading their wings ’neath the falling leaves |
[00:33.27] | |
[00:42.40] | Fortune calls |
[00:46.35] | I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace |
[00:51.51] | Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down |
[00:59.84] | She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born |
[01:07.02] | On midsummer’s eve, near the tower |
[01:11.09] | |
[01:30.00] | The cold-blooded moon |
[01:32.47] | The captain waits above the celebration |
[01:35.87] | Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid |
[01:40.54] | Whose ebony face is beyond communication |
[01:52.17] | The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid |
[01:59.36] | |
[02:00.15] | They shaved her head |
[02:09.81] | She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo |
[02:13.11] | A messenger arrived with a black nightingale |
[02:14.13] | I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow |
[02:23.25] | Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil |
[02:27.14] | |
[02:46.18] | I stumbled to my feet |
[02:49.83] | I rode past destruction in the ditches |
[02:55.53] | With the stitches still mending ’neath a heart-shaped tattoo |
[02:59.47] | Renegade priests and treacherous young witches |
[03:06.50] | Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you |
[03:15.73] | |
[03:18.07] | The palace of mirrors |
[03:21.08] | Where dog soldiers are reflected |
[03:22.81] | The endless road and the wailing of chimes |
[03:29.80] | The empty rooms where her memory is protected |
[03:37.89] | Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times |
[03:45.81] | |
[04:00.91] | She wakes him up |
[04:03.82] | Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking |
[04:06.66] | Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks |
[04:15.45] | She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking |
[04:23.88] | He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks |
[04:31.74] | |
[04:32.90] | Gentlemen, he said |
[04:35.55] | I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes |
[04:43.86] | I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards |
[04:50.17] | But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination |
[04:55.97] | Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards |
[05:02.26] | |
[05:18.10] | Peace will come |
[05:21.60] | With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire |
[05:30.68] | But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall |
[05:35.64] | And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating |
[05:48.21] | Between the King and the Queen of Swords |
[05:52.32] | |
[06:06.06] | end |
[00:09.05] | Sixteen years |
[00:12.15] | Sixteen banners united over the field |
[00:19.70] | Where the good shepherd grieves |
[00:25.10] | Desperate men, desperate women divided |
[00:32.27] | Spreading their wings ' neath the falling leaves |
[00:33.27] | |
[00:42.40] | Fortune calls |
[00:46.35] | I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace |
[00:51.51] | Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down |
[00:59.84] | She' s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born |
[01:07.02] | On midsummer' s eve, near the tower |
[01:11.09] | |
[01:30.00] | The coldblooded moon |
[01:32.47] | The captain waits above the celebration |
[01:35.87] | Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid |
[01:40.54] | Whose ebony face is beyond communication |
[01:52.17] | The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid |
[01:59.36] | |
[02:00.15] | They shaved her head |
[02:09.81] | She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo |
[02:13.11] | A messenger arrived with a black nightingale |
[02:14.13] | I seen her on the stairs and I couldn' t help but follow |
[02:23.25] | Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil |
[02:27.14] | |
[02:46.18] | I stumbled to my feet |
[02:49.83] | I rode past destruction in the ditches |
[02:55.53] | With the stitches still mending ' neath a heartshaped tattoo |
[02:59.47] | Renegade priests and treacherous young witches |
[03:06.50] | Were handing out the flowers that I' d given to you |
[03:15.73] | |
[03:18.07] | The palace of mirrors |
[03:21.08] | Where dog soldiers are reflected |
[03:22.81] | The endless road and the wailing of chimes |
[03:29.80] | The empty rooms where her memory is protected |
[03:37.89] | Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times |
[03:45.81] | |
[04:00.91] | She wakes him up |
[04:03.82] | Fortyeight hours later, the sun is breaking |
[04:06.66] | Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks |
[04:15.45] | She' s begging to know what measures he now will be taking |
[04:23.88] | He' s pulling her down and she' s clutching on to his long golden locks |
[04:31.74] | |
[04:32.90] | Gentlemen, he said |
[04:35.55] | I don' t need your organization, I' ve shined your shoes |
[04:43.86] | I' ve moved your mountains and marked your cards |
[04:50.17] | But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination |
[04:55.97] | Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards |
[05:02.26] | |
[05:18.10] | Peace will come |
[05:21.60] | With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire |
[05:30.68] | But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall |
[05:35.64] | And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating |
[05:48.21] | Between the King and the Queen of Swords |
[05:52.32] | |
[06:06.06] | end |
[00:09.05] | Sixteen years |
[00:12.15] | Sixteen banners united over the field |
[00:19.70] | Where the good shepherd grieves |
[00:25.10] | Desperate men, desperate women divided |
[00:32.27] | Spreading their wings ' neath the falling leaves |
[00:33.27] | |
[00:42.40] | Fortune calls |
[00:46.35] | I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace |
[00:51.51] | Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down |
[00:59.84] | She' s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born |
[01:07.02] | On midsummer' s eve, near the tower |
[01:11.09] | |
[01:30.00] | The coldblooded moon |
[01:32.47] | The captain waits above the celebration |
[01:35.87] | Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid |
[01:40.54] | Whose ebony face is beyond communication |
[01:52.17] | The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid |
[01:59.36] | |
[02:00.15] | They shaved her head |
[02:09.81] | She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo |
[02:13.11] | A messenger arrived with a black nightingale |
[02:14.13] | I seen her on the stairs and I couldn' t help but follow |
[02:23.25] | Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil |
[02:27.14] | |
[02:46.18] | I stumbled to my feet |
[02:49.83] | I rode past destruction in the ditches |
[02:55.53] | With the stitches still mending ' neath a heartshaped tattoo |
[02:59.47] | Renegade priests and treacherous young witches |
[03:06.50] | Were handing out the flowers that I' d given to you |
[03:15.73] | |
[03:18.07] | The palace of mirrors |
[03:21.08] | Where dog soldiers are reflected |
[03:22.81] | The endless road and the wailing of chimes |
[03:29.80] | The empty rooms where her memory is protected |
[03:37.89] | Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times |
[03:45.81] | |
[04:00.91] | She wakes him up |
[04:03.82] | Fortyeight hours later, the sun is breaking |
[04:06.66] | Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks |
[04:15.45] | She' s begging to know what measures he now will be taking |
[04:23.88] | He' s pulling her down and she' s clutching on to his long golden locks |
[04:31.74] | |
[04:32.90] | Gentlemen, he said |
[04:35.55] | I don' t need your organization, I' ve shined your shoes |
[04:43.86] | I' ve moved your mountains and marked your cards |
[04:50.17] | But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination |
[04:55.97] | Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards |
[05:02.26] | |
[05:18.10] | Peace will come |
[05:21.60] | With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire |
[05:30.68] | But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall |
[05:35.64] | And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating |
[05:48.21] | Between the King and the Queen of Swords |
[05:52.32] | |
[06:06.06] | end |