Song | To Ramona |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | The Bob Dylan 60's Collection |
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[00:01.23] | Artist:bob dylan |
[00:02.04] | Songs Title:to ramona |
[00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
[00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
[00:07.54] | |
[00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
[00:13.67] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
[00:15.86] | |
[00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
[00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
[00:24.79] | |
[00:31.29] | And theres no use in tryin |
[00:33.91] | T deal with the dyin, |
[00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
[00:38.11] | |
[00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
[00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
[00:57.65] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
[01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
[01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
[01:07.60] | |
[01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
[01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
[01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
[01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
[01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
[01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
[01:34.34] | |
[01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
[01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
[01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
[01:46.25] | |
[01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
[01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
[01:51.62] | |
[01:52.19] | On back to the south. |
[01:54.57] | |
[01:57.26] | Youve been fooled into thinking |
[01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
[02:00.12] | |
[02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
[02:08.16] | No one t defeat you, |
[02:10.68] | cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
[02:17.58] | |
[02:18.82] | Ive heard you say many times |
[02:20.07] | That youre better n no one |
[02:24.57] | And no one is better n you. |
[02:27.76] | |
[02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
[02:32.25] | You know you got |
[02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
[02:37.00] | |
[02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
[02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
[02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
[02:52.72] | Making you feel |
[02:54.46] | That you must be exactly like them. |
[03:01.51] | Id forever talk to you, |
[03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
[03:05.82] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
[03:10.37] | |
[03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
[03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
[03:15.27] | |
[03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
[03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
[03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
[03:27.75] | |
[03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
[03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
[03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
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[00:01.23] | Artist: bob dylan |
[00:02.04] | Songs Title: to ramona |
[00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
[00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
[00:07.54] | |
[00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
[00:13.67] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
[00:15.86] | |
[00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
[00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
[00:24.79] | |
[00:31.29] | And theres no use in tryin |
[00:33.91] | T deal with the dyin, |
[00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
[00:38.11] | |
[00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
[00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
[00:57.65] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
[01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
[01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
[01:07.60] | |
[01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
[01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
[01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
[01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
[01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
[01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
[01:34.34] | |
[01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
[01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
[01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
[01:46.25] | |
[01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
[01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
[01:51.62] | |
[01:52.19] | On back to the south. |
[01:54.57] | |
[01:57.26] | Youve been fooled into thinking |
[01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
[02:00.12] | |
[02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
[02:08.16] | No one t defeat you, |
[02:10.68] | cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
[02:17.58] | |
[02:18.82] | Ive heard you say many times |
[02:20.07] | That youre better n no one |
[02:24.57] | And no one is better n you. |
[02:27.76] | |
[02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
[02:32.25] | You know you got |
[02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
[02:37.00] | |
[02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
[02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
[02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
[02:52.72] | Making you feel |
[02:54.46] | That you must be exactly like them. |
[03:01.51] | Id forever talk to you, |
[03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
[03:05.82] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
[03:10.37] | |
[03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
[03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
[03:15.27] | |
[03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
[03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
[03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
[03:27.75] | |
[03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
[03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
[03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
offset: 0 | |
[00:01.23] | Artist: bob dylan |
[00:02.04] | Songs Title: to ramona |
[00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
[00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
[00:07.54] | |
[00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
[00:13.67] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
[00:15.86] | |
[00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
[00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
[00:24.79] | |
[00:31.29] | And theres no use in tryin |
[00:33.91] | T deal with the dyin, |
[00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
[00:38.11] | |
[00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
[00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
[00:57.65] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
[01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
[01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
[01:07.60] | |
[01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
[01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
[01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
[01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
[01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
[01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
[01:34.34] | |
[01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
[01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
[01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
[01:46.25] | |
[01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
[01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
[01:51.62] | |
[01:52.19] | On back to the south. |
[01:54.57] | |
[01:57.26] | Youve been fooled into thinking |
[01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
[02:00.12] | |
[02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
[02:08.16] | No one t defeat you, |
[02:10.68] | cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
[02:17.58] | |
[02:18.82] | Ive heard you say many times |
[02:20.07] | That youre better n no one |
[02:24.57] | And no one is better n you. |
[02:27.76] | |
[02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
[02:32.25] | You know you got |
[02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
[02:37.00] | |
[02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
[02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
[02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
[02:52.72] | Making you feel |
[02:54.46] | That you must be exactly like them. |
[03:01.51] | Id forever talk to you, |
[03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
[03:05.82] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
[03:10.37] | |
[03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
[03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
[03:15.27] | |
[03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
[03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
[03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
[03:27.75] | |
[03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
[03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
[03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |