1. |
Love is the Thing
03:34
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Blue is the color of the stars
When we are so far apart
pain is the word in our hearts
When we are so needy and blue
Truth is the word that we fear
When we are so close to loving again
Hell is the place where we live
When we are together again
Blue is the color of the stars
When we are so far away
Love is the thing that we miss
When we are together again
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2. |
A Woman Like That
02:25
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Have you ever seen a woman like that
Loving life and all who live it
Have you ever seen a woman like that before
Have you ever seen a smile like that
Sunshine through the open window
Have you ever seen a woman with a smile like that
Have you ever found a love like that
Filling up your heart and your soul
Have you ever been in love with a woman like that
Have you ever had a kiss like that
One that goes deep inside you
Have you ever had a kiss from a woman like that
Have you ever felt no turning back
Finding love and keeping it always
Have you ever found love with a woman like that
Have you ever seen a woman like that
Loving life and all who live it
Have you ever seen a woman like that before
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3. |
Coal Miner's Blues
03:32
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The darkness around him
dust in the air
risking his life
with no one to care
it’s a twelve hour shift
in that still, deadly air
and he’s dying a slow death
that he knows isn’t fair
And his wife sits at home nights
praying she’ll see him again
and the three kids know nothing
about the chances that he takes
‘cause there’s food on the table
and their lives seem all right
they’re just one of the hundreds
who must pay the price
It’s a coal miner’s sad song
and one we know true
down in the mine shaft
hoping to see the day through
and we all say it’s dreadful
the things he must do
but you don’t mind him dying
just as long as it ain’t you.
The darkness around him
dust in the air
risking his life
with no one to care
it’s a twelve hour shift
in that still, deadly air
and he’s dying a slow death
that he knows isn’t fair
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4. |
Riverboat
03:47
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Floatin’ down
the Mississippi River
Feels like I’m nowhere at all getting down
away from stormy weather
Don’t know where I’m bound
Take me to the river
riverboat is coming
maybe we can get on board
take us far away
Tugboat picking up the lumber
young men how they mine for the gold
good horse and a couple of dollars
is all a man does need
Take me to the river
riverboat is coming
maybe we can get on board
take us far away
Sometimes I feel just like a prisoner
living in this one- horse town
Find a way
to get down to the river
then I’m homeward bound.
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5. |
Amore Italiano
03:21
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6. |
The Artist
03:07
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Acrylic paint, brushes and canvas
A world that only she can see
The human form in all its splendour
The hand of God in every stroke
Chorus:
Anything you want
Anything you need
Just so long as it’s with me
Anytime you want
Anytime you need
X Y and me
A life and time of ancient spirits
Captured endless memories
Red is the color of her passion
Art is the drug that sets her free
Chorus
Human souls in constant motion
The Artist measures every beat
No rest no repetition
The clouds are moving endlessly
Chorus
Acrylic paint, brushes and canvas
A world that only she can see
The human form in all its splendour
The hand of God in every stroke
Chorus
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7. |
Black Dog
03:59
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I’ve got a big old case of Black Dog
Can I sell the thing back to you
My mind is racing like a wild hog boar
And the tide is turning blue
Forget your Freud and your Pavlov
All your Picassos and Dalis, too
There is a hurricane a-brewing
Called Storm Force FuckU2
You know they tried to warn you, mister
That the plebs had had enough
You saw them marching in the streets of Watts
And You flew away on your jet to Katmandu
There ain’t no turning back now
Gunpowder
The tide is right outside your door
And your kids are looking awfully nervous
Yeah, you’ve seen that look before
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8. |
Book of Love
02:59
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I have seen the Northern Lights
reflected in your eyes, my love
And I have read the truth of life
in your book of love, my love
River runs to oceans far
light from stars above do shine
share the tales of tears and joy
we live, we love, we die, my love
Angels up in the heavens sing
remembrance of a time and place
hands that hold the hand that holds
light the way and feed the storm
Eagle in morning sky
Early love, in bed we lie
love me hard and love you true
darling one, your man loves you
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9. |
The Church of Dylan
01:16
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10. |
Spendor
02:46
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音乐中的阳光
言语
（詹姆斯·波特利）作曲和唱歌
窗户上有一朵花
树上有只鸟
在长长的草丛中沙沙作响
我的身体有阴影
早上太快了
当你躺在我身边
我唱一首甜美的歌
让我找到和谐
让我向南开这辆该死的车
一直到田纳西州
旅程结束得太快
当你坐在我旁边
有一个永远不会空的杯子
没有人看到风
终生反思
让你自由的真理
抓住我的手
你能和我一起航行吗
窗户上有一朵花
树上有只鸟
在长长的草丛中沙沙作响
我的身体有阴影
早上太快了
当你睡在我旁边
There’s a flower in the window
There’s a bird up in the tree
There’s a rustle in the long grass
There’s a bonnet in my be
Morning comes too quickly
When you are laying next to me
Let me sing to you a sweet song
Let me find the harmony
Let me drive this damn car south
All the way to Tennessee
The journey ends too quickly
When you sitting next to me
There’s a glass that’s never empty
There’s a wind no one can see
There’s a lifetime of reflection
And a truth that sets you free
Take my hand and hold tight
Will you sail away with me
There’s a flower in the window
There’s a bird up in the tree
There’s a rustle in the long grass
There’s a bonnet in my be
Morning comes too quickly
When you are sleeping next to me
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Portland (Tuesday 3:12 AM)
Words and Music
by
Bo Carter
Deep in the heart of the protest
The pavement reeks of yesterday
Down on their luck but no one gives a fuck
The river flows the other way
The times they are still changing
left is left and wrong is right
Guns in hands all across the land
Vigilantes looking for a fight
They meet at midnight at the Federal
The two Johnny's and their friends
It is time to rock it's time to roll
They won't let this moment end
He looks to heaven and says, hey man
Won't you please give me a sign
He hears a voice like thunder saying
Sorry man, it ain't your time
Ain't your time
The lights go off again at midnight
The smell of teargas fills the air
The border cops are shooting up the park
Their smirking mugs are everywhere
There's something floating in the fountain
It's been swimming there for days
Some guy says he's gonna to fish it out
They just turn and walk away
A flare burned down the foodbank
It was mostly empty anyway
He dons a mask and skims the trash
They share some bread along the way
He looks to heaven and says, hey man
Won't you please give me a sign
He hears a voice like thunder saying
Sorry man, it ain't your time
Ain't your time
The cops are setting up a Stingray
They'll be staring at blank screens
Holding phones up into the night air
Saddest sight you've ever seen
Johnny C tells Frankie B
There's a chance that it might rain
He doesn't care he's gonna wash his hair
But Frankie's heading back to Maine
The Border cops are set to kettle
After 60 days they've had enough
They'll pin them in and by god they'll win
These pussies really ain't so tough
He looks to heaven and says, hey man
Won't you please give me a sign
He hears a voice like thunder saying
Sorry man, it ain't your time
Ain't your time
Trump is hiding in his bunker
Driving golf carts up and down
He's making plans for a beautiful war
Put those commies in the ground
Screw your Wall Street and your lawyers
You had a chance to make it right
Screw your banks and your bailouts
You screwed us all with all your might
Chaos rules and the stupid fools
Never even tried to make it right
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Bo Carter Toronto, Ontario
The Last Record Album is a fictional biography that digs deep into the heart and soul of his sometimes demented and often
comical creative process.
Includes live Bandcamp links to the Bo Carter songs featured in the book, complete lyrics, a list of musical influences, exclusive interviews and Bo's guide to his favorite Dylan songs.
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