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Angelina 1

Bob Dylan © 1981 by Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)


26 Mar 1981
the bootleg series volumes 1-3 [rare and unreleased] 1961-1991

  Shot Of Love session 1, Rundown Studios, Santa Monica CA - 26.mar.1981, overdub 4.may.1981, BS-3 version 

Well it's always been my nature to take chances
My right hand drawin' back while my left hand advances
Where the current is strong an' the monkey dances
To the tune of a concertina.

Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as i go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But whatever could it be makes you think you've seen me before
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

His eyes were two slits make any snake proud 
With a face that any painter would paint as he walked thru the crowd
Worshippin' a god with a body of a woman well-endowed
An' the head of a hyena.

Do i need your permission to turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind why must i speak?
No i have heard nothin' about the man that you seek
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

In the valley of the giants where the stars 'n' stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet an' the milk 'n' honey flowed
I was only followin' instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena.

When you cease to exist then who will you blame?
I've tried my best to love you but i cannot play this game
Your best friend an' my worst enemy is one an' the same
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead, you're down to the bone
Tell me, tall men where would you like to be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina?

She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied an' her positions have been sold
He's surrended by god's angels an' she's wearin' a blindfold but so are you
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

I see pieces of men marchin', tryin' to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, i can see the pale white horse
In god's truth name tell me what you want an' you'll have it of course
Just step into the arena.

Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
Past the tree of smoke, past the angel with four faces
Beggin' god for mercy an' weepin' in unholy places
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.   
    

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Angelina 2


26 Mar 1981
SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985

  Shot Of Love session 1, Rundown Studios, Santa Monica CA - 26.mar.1981, BS-16 version  

Well it's always been my nature to take chances
My right hand drawin' back while my left hand advances
Where the current is strong an' the monkey dances
To the tune of a concertina.

Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as i go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But I donÕt know what it is makes you think you've seen me before
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

Her eyes were two slits that would make any snake proud 
With a face that any painter would paint and she was well-endowed
Praising the dead as she rode a donkey through the crowd
Or was it a hyena.

Do i need your permission to turn my other cheek?
If you can read my thoughts then why must i speak?
No i have heard nothin' about the man that you seek
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

In the valley of the giants where the stars an' stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet an' the milk an' honey flowed
I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena.

The peaceful exchange of ideas for you was always too tame
Inter-tribal warfare was always more your style and your game
Your best friend an' my best enemy is one an' the same
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead, you're down to the bone
Tell me, tall men where would you like to be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina?

She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied an' her strength cards are showinÕ gold
He's surrended by god's angels an' she's wearin' a blindfold and so are you
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

I see pieces of men marchin', tryin' to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, i can see the pale white horse
In godÕs truth name tell me what you want and youÕll have it of course
Just step into the arena.

Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
Past the tree of smoke, past the angel with four faces
Beggin' god for mercy an' weepin' an' moanin' in unholy places
Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.   
    

Recording dates & record list

26 Mar 1981 1the bootleg series volumes 1-3 [rare and unreleased] 1961-1991
26 Mar 1981 2SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985