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"There must be some way out of here," - said the Joker to the Thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," - the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,

I Want You (Bob Dylan "Blonde on Blonde"1964)

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I
should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,

Mama take this badge off me,
I can't use it any more,
It's getting dark, too dark to see,
Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door.

Knock, knock knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock knockin' on heaven's door.

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.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'

Тебе пора, возьми с собой, что надо взять.
Но спеши, твои часы начнут быстрей стучать.
Ты видишь, вон в слезах твой сирота?
Со стволом в руке стоит он неспроста.
Хор святых пророчит скорый путь к Отцу…
Кажется, дела идут к концу.

Дорога для азартных, но включай мозги!

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gamblin' man