Bob Dylan – Farewell, Angelina: Lyrics and Music Video
Farewell, Angelina Lyrics
Farewell angelina
The bells on the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the music plays slow
But farewell angelina
The night is on fire
And i must go
There is use in talking
And there’s no need for blame
There is nothing to prove
Everything still is the same
A table stands empty
By the edge of the stream
But farewell angelina
The sky is changing colors
And i must leave
The jacks and the queens
They foresake the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guard
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell angelina
The sky is folding
I’ll see you after a while
See the crosseyed pirates
Sit perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed off shot gun
And the corporals and the neighbors
Clap and cheer with each blast
But farewell angelina
The sky is trembling
And i must leave fast
King kong, little elves
And the roof-tops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the heroes clean hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarass anyone
Farewell angelina
The sky is flooding over and i must be gone
The camoflaged parrot
He flutters from fear
When something he doesn’t know about
Suddenly appears
What cannot be imitated
Perfect must die
Farewell angelina
The sky is flooding over
And i must go where it is dry
Machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
At misunderstood visions
And at the faces of clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it
But farewell angelina
The sky is errupting
And i must go where it is quiet
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