가사: Bob Dylan. Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Ballad in Plain D.
I once loved a girl, her skin, it was bronze
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn
I courted her proudly but now she is gone
Gone as the season, she's taken
And our young summers youth has stole her away
From her mother and sister, though close did they stay
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us
Of the two sisters, I loved the young
With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
Their constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her
For her parasite sister, I had no respect
Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her society
Myself for what I did, I cannot be excused
The changes I was going through can't even be used
For the lies that I told her in hope not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime
With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart's being chipped
Noticing not that id already slipped
To a sin of love's false security
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies
'Til the tombstones of damage read me no questions but 'please
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?'
And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream
At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all down into pieces
"The tragic figure", her sister did shout
"Leave her alone, God damn, you get out"
And I, in my armor, turning about
And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness
Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground
And she in between, the victim of sound
Soon shattered as a child to the shadows
All is gone, all is gone, I admit it, take flight
I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight
My mind, it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
The words to say 'I'm sorry', I haven't found yet
I think of her often and hope whoever shes met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is
Ah my friends from the prison, they ask unto me
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously
"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn
I courted her proudly but now she is gone
Gone as the season, she's taken
And our young summers youth has stole her away
From her mother and sister, though close did they stay
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us
Of the two sisters, I loved the young
With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
Their constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her
For her parasite sister, I had no respect
Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her society
Myself for what I did, I cannot be excused
The changes I was going through can't even be used
For the lies that I told her in hope not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime
With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart's being chipped
Noticing not that id already slipped
To a sin of love's false security
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies
'Til the tombstones of damage read me no questions but 'please
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?'
And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream
At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all down into pieces
"The tragic figure", her sister did shout
"Leave her alone, God damn, you get out"
And I, in my armor, turning about
And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness
Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground
And she in between, the victim of sound
Soon shattered as a child to the shadows
All is gone, all is gone, I admit it, take flight
I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight
My mind, it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
The words to say 'I'm sorry', I haven't found yet
I think of her often and hope whoever shes met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is
Ah my friends from the prison, they ask unto me
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously
"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
Bob Dylan
Another Side Of
Bob Dylan