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terça-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2015

Tempest - Dylan Code An Ear To Hear

The pale moon rose in its glory
Out on the western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down

'Twas the fourteenth day of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a golden age foretold

The night was bright with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
Moving through the shadows
The promised hour was near

Lights were holding steady
Gliding over the foam
All the lords and ladies
Heading for their eternal home 


The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love 


The watchman, he lay dreaming
As the ballroom dancers twirled
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the underworld

Leo took his sketchbook
He was often so inclined
He closed his eyes and painted
The scenery in his mind

Cupid struck his bosom
And broke it with a snap
The closest woman to him
He fell into her lap 


He heard a loud commotion
Something sounded wrong
His inner spirit was saying
That he couldn't stand here long

He staggered to the quarter deck
No time now to sleep
Water on the quarter deck
Already three foot deep

Smokestack was leaning sideways
Heavy feet began to pound
He walked into the whirlwind
Sky spinning all around

The ship was going under
The universe had opened wide
The roll was called up yonder
The angels turned aside 


Lights down in the hallway
Flickering dim and dull
Dead bodies already floating
In the double bottomed hull

The engines then exploded
Propellers they failed to start
The boilers overloaded
The ship's bow split apart

Passengers were flying
Backward, forward, far and fast
They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
Each one more weary than the last

The veil was torn asunder
'Tween the hours of twelve and one
No change, no sudden wonder
Could undo what had been done 


The watchman lay there dreaming
At forty five degrees
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Dropping to her knees 


Wellington, he was sleeping
His bed began to slide
His valiant heart was beating
He pushed the tables aside 


Glass of shattered crystal
Lay scattered 'round about
He strapped on both his pistols
How long could he hold out? 


His men and his companions
Were nowhere to be seen
In silence there he waited for
Time and space to intervene 


The passageway was narrow
There was blackness in the air
He saw every kind of sorrow
Heard voices everywhere 


Alarm bells were ringing
To hold back the swelling tide
Friends and lovers clinging
To each other side by side 


Mothers and their daughters
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
Love and pity sent their prayers 


The rich man, Mister Astor
Kissed his darling wife
He had no way of knowing
Be the last trip of his life 


Calvin, Blake and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever
Live to tell the tale of disembark 


Brother rose up against brother
In every circumstance.
They fought and slaughtered each other
In a deadly dance 


They lowered down their lifeboats
From the sinking wreck
There were traitors, there were turncoats
Broken backs and broken necks 


The bishop left his cabin
To help all those in need.
Turned his eyes up to the heavens
Said, "The poor are yours to feed" 


Davey the brothel-keeper
Came out, dismissed his girls
Saw the water getting deeper
Saw the changing of his world 


Jim Dandy smiled
He'd never learned to swim
Saw the little crippled child
And he gave his seat to him 


He saw the starlight shining
Streaming from the East
Death was on the rampage
But his heart was now at peace 


They battened down the hatches
But the hatches wouldn’t hold
They drowned upon the staircase
Of brass and polished gold 


Leo said to Cleo
"I think I’m going mad"
But he’d lost his mind already
Whatever mind he had 


He tried to block the doorway
To save all those from harm
Blood from an open wound
Pouring down his arm 


Petals fell from flowers
’Til all of them were gone
In the long and dreadful hours
The wizard's curse played on 


The host was pouring brandy
He was going down slow
He stayed right 'til the end
He was the last to go 


There were many, many others
Nameless here for evermore
They'd never sailed the ocean
Or left their homes before 


The watchman, he lay dreaming
The damage had been done
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
And he tried to tell someone

The Captain, barely breathing
Kneeling at the wheel
Above him and beneath him
Fifty thousand tons of steel

He looked over at his compass
And he gazed into its face
Needle pointing downward
He knew he'd lost the race 


In the dark illumination
He remembered bygone years
He read the Book of Revelation
And he filled his cup with tears 


When the Reaper's task had ended
Sixteen hundred had gone to rest
The good, the bad, the rich, the poor
The loveliest and the best 


They waited at the landing
And they tried to understand
But there is no understanding
For the judgment of God's hand 


News came over the wires
And struck with deadly force
Love had lost its fires
All things had run their course 


The watchman he lay dreaming
Of all things that can be
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the deep blue sea 



Bob Dylan

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