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My Back Pages Bob Dylan
[E] [E5] [E] [E5] [E]Crimson [C#m]flames run [G#m]through my years, flowing [A]high & [B]mighty [E]trappe[E5]d
[E]Countless [C#m]fire and [G#m]flaming rope, using [A]ideas as my [B]map
[C#m]We'll meet our own edges [G#m]soon said I, [A]proud me beaded [B]brow
CHORUS: Ah but [E]I was so much [A]older [E]then
I'm [A]younger [B]than that [E]now.[E5] [E] [E5]
[E]Half ripe [C#m]prejudice [G#m]leapt forth, rip [A]down all [B]hate I [E]scream[E5]
[E]Lies that [C#m]life is [G#m]black and white, spoke [A]from my skull I [B]dreamed
[C#m]Romantic flanks of [G#m]musketeers, foun[A]dation deep some[B]how
CHORUS
[E]In a soldiers [C#m]stance I [G#m]aim my hand at the [A]mongrel [B]dogs who [E]teac[E5]h
[E]During night I [C#m]become my [G#m]enemy in the [A]instant that I [B]preach
[C#m]Sisters fled by [G#m]confusion boats, [A]mutiny from stern to [B]bow
CHORUS
[E]The guard stood [C#m]hard when [G#m]abstract prints too [A]nobel [B]to ne[E]glect[E5]
[E]Deceived me [C#m]into [G#m]thinking, I had [A]something to pro[B]tect
[C#m]Good and bad I de[G#m]fine these terms, why [A]clear, no doubt, some[B]how.
From: tash@warp.atcon.com (Tony Ash)
Subject: Re: Bob DylanMy Back Pages
MY BACK PAGES (Dylan)
Cr[D]imson fl[Bm]ames ti[G]ed thr[D]ough my ears
Rollin' h[G]igh and mi[D]ghty [Em7]traps... [A7]
Po[D]unced with f[Bm]ire on [G]flamin[D]g roads
Using [G]i-deas [D]as my [Em7]maps... [A7]
"We'll m[D]eet on edg[F#m]es, s[G]oon said," [D]I,
P[Em7]roud 'neath [A7]heat[Em7]ed brow... [A7]
Ah, but [D]I was [D7]so much o[G]lder t[D]hen
I'm y[Em7]oung-er t[A7]han t[G]hat n[D]ow.
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(tash@warp.atcon.com)
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