My back pages — Bob Dylan

From: [email protected] (Glen Macon)

Title: MY BACK PAGES (B. Dylan)

Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map We'll meet our own edges soon said I, proud me beaded brow

CHORUS: Ah but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now.

Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow

Chorus

In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow

Chorus

The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect Good and bad I define these terms, why clear, no doubt, somehow.

From: [email protected] (Tony Ash) Subject: Re: Bob DylanMy Back Pages

MY BACK PAGES (Dylan)

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rollin' high and mighty traps...

Pounced with fire on flaming roads

Using i-deas as my maps...

"We'll meet on edges, soon said," I,

Proud 'neath heated brow...

Ah, but I was so much older then

I'm young-er than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed, Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull I dreamed. Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Girl's faces formed the forward path >From phony jealousy, To memorizing politics Of ancient history. Flung down by corpse evangelist Unthought of, though, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school. "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach. My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect. Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

....I think Dylan did it in Eb... ....The Byrds left out the 3rd and 4th verse in their Rendition... ....Amazing isn't it; a song thirty years old and still Just as relevant today.

Compliments of Tony Ash([email protected])

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Regards---Tony Ash