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Cover of the 1964 Dylan tune; customized lyrics; my_back_pages_sing_01
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Here, I create cover songs while I wait for humanity to adopt the Philosophy of Broader Survival.
Play it LOUD and through a good audio device (anything but cell phone speakers, which I did not mix to). Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Cover Songs
Charts
Peak #408
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
Bob Dylan
Rights
2014 this version by wbiro
Uploaded
December 31, 2014
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MP3 5.4 MB • 192 kbps • 3:55
Story behind the song
Rewrote the lyrics to reflect today's important issues.
Lyrics
Your crimson flames shot through my head burning high and mighty swaths, so I marched with your fire down flaming roads, your ideals as my maps, “We’ll meet in Utopia soon,” said I proud beneath my burning brow; ah, but I was so much younger then, I’m wiser than that now. Half-whacked prejudice issued forth as the media schemed - lies that life is left not right poured from the TV screens; “Forget romantic notions of chivalry,” said they, though burning deep somehow; ah, but I was so much younger then, I’m wiser than that now. Impoverished faces formed a test shrouded in mysteries - like understanding politics beyond that fed to me; or being flung down by Marxist evangelists once dismissed, but returned somehow; ah, but I was so much younger then, I’m wiser than that now. As self-ordained professor’s tongues held me in their blinding rule spouting out that liberty can never be abused; “Liberty”, I spoke the word, not as if a wedding vow, ah, but I was so much younger then, I’m wiser than that now. In a soldier’s stance I aim my pen at the mongrel dogs who teach that freedom is a given, that it has no enemies; after serving on their moral boats adrift I'm mutinying from stern to bow - ah, but I was so much younger then, I’m wiser than that now. My guard stood hard when abstract jests too subtle to detect deceived me into thinking I had nothing to protect; “Good and Bad” I found these words - though turned around somehow; ah, but I was so much younger then, I’m wiser than that now.
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