Dylan Lyrics Leaked! Alicia Keys content?

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Release date: August 25, 2006 in Germany, 28 in the UK, 29 in the US

 

Bob Dylan: Modern Times

1. Thunder On The Mountain

2. Spirit On The Water

3. Rollin' and Tumblin'

4. When The Deal Goes Down

5. Someday Baby

6. Workingman's Blues #2

7. Beyond The Horizon

8. Nettie Moore

9. The Levee's Gonna Break

10. Ain't Talkin'

 

 

The "Deluxe Edition" contains a bonus DVD with four videos:

1. Blood In My Eyes

2. Love Sick

3. Things Have Changed (Oscar winning song)

4. Cold Irons Bound (partially seen in "Masked And Anonymous"

 

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The Lyrics

Print formatted versions as Word files (still incomplete): Letter - A4

 

These are unofficial transcriptions, and may be wrong in some places.

All songs are copyrighted to © 2006 Special Rider Music

 

 

 

 

1. Thunder On The Mountain

 

Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon

There's a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon

Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow

Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go

 

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying

When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line

I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be

I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee

 

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand

Look into my heart and you will sort of understand

You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away

The writing's on the wall, come read it, come see what it say

 

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum

Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from

I don't need any guide, I already know the way

Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day

 

The pistols are poppin' and the power is down

I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town

The sun keeps shinin' and the North Wind keeps picking up speed

Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

 

I've been sitting down studying the art of love

I think it will fit me like a glove

I want some real good woman to do just what I say

Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today

 

Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground

Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down

Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king

I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing

 

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches

I'll recruit my army from the orphanages

I been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vows

I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

 

I got the porkchops, she got the pie

She ain't no angel and neither am I

Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes

I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams

 

Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be

Mean old twister bearing down on me

All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get out of town

Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down

 

Everybody's going and I want to go too

Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new

I did all I could and I did it right there and then

I've already confessed - no need to confess again

 

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north

I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth

The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf

For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself

 

Music and words by Bob Dylan

Copyright 2006 Special Rider Music

 

 

 

2. Spirit On The Water

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

 

 

Spirit on the water

Darkness on the face of the deep

I keep thinking about you baby

I can't hardly sleep

 

I'm traveling by land

Traveling through the dawn of day

You're always on my mind

I can't stay away

 

I'd forgotten about you

Then you turned up again

I always knew

That we were meant to be more than friends

 

When you are near

It's just as plain as it can be

I'm wild about you, gal

You ought to be a fool about me

 

Can't explain

The sources of this hidden pain

You burned your way into my heart

You got the key to my brain

 

I've been trampling through mud

Praying to the powers above

I'm sweating blood

You got a face that begs for love

 

Life without you

Doesn't mean a thing to me

If I can't have you

I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea

 

Sometimes I wonder

Why you can't treat me right

You do good all day

Then you do wrong all night

 

When you're with me

I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say

What does it matter

What price I pay

 

They're braggin'about your sugar

Brag about it all over town

Put some sugar in my bowl

I feel like laying down

 

I'm pale as a ghost

Holding a blossom on a stem

You ever seen a ghost? No

But you've heard of them

 

I see you there

I'm blinded by the colors I see

I take good care

Of what belongs to me

 

I hear your name

Ringing up and down the line

I'm saying it plain

These ties are strong enough to bind

 

Now your sweet voice

Calls out from some old familiar shrine

I got no choice

Can't believe these things would ever fade from your mind

 

I could live forever

With you perfectly

You don't ever

Have to make a fuss over me

 

From East to West

Ever since the world began

I only mean it for the best

I want to be with you any way I can

 

I been in a brawl

Now I'm feeling the wall

I'm going away baby

I won't be back 'til fall

 

High on the hill

You can carry all my thoughts with you

You've numbed my will

This love could tear me in two

 

I wanna be with you in paradise

And it seems so unfair

I can't go back to paradise no more

I killed a man back there

 

You think I'm over the hill

You think I'm past my prime

Let me see what you got

We can have a whoppin' good time

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

Copyright 2006 Special Rider Music

 

 

 

3. Rollin' and Tumblin'

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

 

 

I rolled and I tumbled, I cried the whole night long

I rolled and I tumbled, I cried the whole night long

Woke up this mornin', I must have bet my money wrong

 

I got troubles so hard, I can't stand the strain

I got troubles so hard, I can't stand the strain

Some young lazy slut has charmed away my brains

 

The landscape is glowin', gleamin' in the golden light of day

The landscape is glowin', gleamin' in the golden light of day

I ain't holding nothin' back now, I ain't standin' in anybody's way

 

Well, I did all I know just to keep you off my mind

Well, I did all I know just to keep you off my mind

Well, I paid and I paid and my sufferin' heart is always on the line

 

Well, I get up in the dawn and I go down and lay in the shade

I get up in the dawn and I go down and lay in the shade

I ain't nobody's house boy, I ain't nobody's well trained maid

 

I'm flat out spent, this woman been drivin' me to tears

I'm flat out spent, this woman been drivin' me to tears

This woman so crazy, I swear I ain't gonna touch on another one for years

 

Well, the warm weather is comin' and the buds are on the vine

The warm weather is comin' and the buds are on the vine

Ain't nothing so depressing as trying to satisfy this woman of mine

 

I got up this mornin', saw the rising sun return

Well, I got up this mornin', saw the rising sun return

Sooner or later, you too shall burn

 

The night's filled with shadows, the years are filled with early doom

The night's filled with shadows, the years are filled with early doom

I've been conjuring up all these long dead souls from their crumblin' tombs

 

Let's forgive each other darlin', let's go down to the greenwood glen

Let's forgive each other darlin', let's go down to the greenwood glen

Let's put our heads together, let's put old matters to an end

 

Now I rolled and I tumbled and i cried the whole night long

Ah, I rolled and I tumbled and i cried the whole night long

I woke up this morning, I think I must be traveling wrong

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

Copyright 2006 Special Rider Music

 

 

 

 

4. When The Deal Goes Down

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

 

 

In the still of the night, in the world's ancient light

Where wisdom grows up in strife

My bewildering brain, tolls in vain

Through the darkness on the pathways of life

Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air

Tomorrow keeps turning around

We live and we die, we know not why

But I'll be with you when the deal goes down

 

We eat and we drink, we feel and we think

Far down the street we stray

I laugh and I cry and I'm haunted by

Things I never meant nor wished to say

The midnight rain follows the train

We all wear the same thorny crown

Soul to soul, our shadows roll

And I'll be with you when the deal goes down

 

The moon gives light and shines by night

I scarcely feel the glow

We learn to live and then we forgive

O'r the road we're bound to go

More frailer than the flowers, these precious hours

That keep us so tightly bound

You come to my eyes like a vision from the skies

And I'll be with you when the deal goes down

 

I picked up a rose and it poked through my clothes

I followed the winding stream

I heard the deafening noise, I felt transient joys

I know they're not what they seem

In this earthly domain, full of disappointment and pain

You'll never see me frown

I owe my heart to you, and that's sayin' it true

And I'll be with you when the deal goes down

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

Copyright 2006 Special Rider Music

 

 

5. Someday Baby

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

 

 

I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say

I don't care where you go or how long you stay

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

Well you take my money and you turn it out

You fill me up with nothin' but self doubt

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

When I was young, driving was my crave

You drive me so hard, almost to my grave

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

I'm so hard pressed, my mind tied up in knots

I keep recycling the same old thoughts

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

So many good things in life that I overlooked

I don't know what to do now, you got me so hooked

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

Well, I don't want to brag, but I'm gonna ring your neck

When all else fails I'll make it a matter of self respect

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

You can take your clothes put 'm in a sack

You goin' down the road, baby and you can't come back

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

I tried to be friendly, I tried to be kind

Now I'm gonna drive you from your home, just like I was driven frome mine

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

Living ythis way ain't a natural thing to do

Why was I born to love you?

Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

Copyright 2006 Special Rider Music

 

 

6. Workingman's Blues #2

 

Words and music by Bob Dylan

 

 

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[Boots]

Here is a Slate piece on Dylan and Keys

 

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Tangled Up in Keys

Why does Bob Dylan namecheck Alicia Keys in his new song?

By David Yaffe

Posted Friday, Aug. 11, 2006, at 7:20 AM ET

 

 

 

Bob Dylan's 44th album, Modern Times, isn't coming out until Aug. 29, but it's already planting stories in the press. The album's title alludes to Chaplin and possibly Sartre, but a shout out to an R&B diva born in 1980, the year of Dylan's Saved, has already generated advance buzz. "Dylan Searches for New Soul Mate," blared a headline from the Guardian, offering as evidence the following lines from "Thunder on the Mountain," the album's opening track:

 

I was thinking about Alicia Keys, couldn't help from crying

When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line

I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be

I been looking for her even clean through Tennessee.

 

Maybe Dylan looked at Keys' Wikipedia site. Keys was indeed born in Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen (when Dylan was "living down the line" in his born-again phase). Keys was asked for a sound bite about the reference, and she gushed that she was "crazy excited about it" and "honored to be on his mind." Some Dylan watchers, still reeling from his creepy 2004 appearance in a Victoria's Secret ad, may be a little less crazy excited. Does Keys inspire Dylan's tears merely because, at 26, she's way too young for him?

 

In fact, Keys is just the latest in a long line of black female singers who have besotted Dylan since his youth. (OK, Keys is half black, and maybe Dylan learned that from Wikipedia, too.) Dylan has long worshiped at the shrine of the black female voice, a source of musical inspiration, erotic obsession, and even religious conversion.

 

In the beginning, there was the mighty Mavis Staples, whose vocal on a Staples Singers record inspired the teenage Dylan to "stay up for about a week, and who, in turn, made a gospel anthem out of "Blowin' in the Wind" after she learned that this white boy had been her fan since childhood. (The white boy had also blown harmonica on a Victoria Spivey record in 1962 and said that he was first inspired to play folk music after hearing an Odetta record.) But despite Dylan's efforts, they were not to be the next Johnny Cash and June Carter. A couple of years ago, Staples revealed that Dylan had been the lost love of her life. "We courted for about seven years, and it was my fault that we didn't go on and get married," recalled Staples, who would later regret turning down his marriage proposal because she thought Dr. King wanted her to "stay black."

 

Dylan stayed black anyway. In the '60s, his attempted crossover found its way into lyrics. "Spanish Harlem Incident" : "The night is pitch black, come an' make my/ Pale face fit into place, ah, please!"; "Outlaw Blues" : I got a woman in Jackson,/ I ain't gonna say her name/ She's a brown-skin woman, but I love her just the same"; and, in a lamentable image, "I Want You" : "Well, I return to the Queen of Spades.

[Atticus]

Here is a Slate piece on Dylan and Keys

 

music box

Tangled Up in Keys

Why does Bob Dylan namecheck Alicia Keys in his new song?

By David Yaffe

Posted Friday, Aug. 11, 2006, at 7:20 AM ET

Bob Dylan's 44th album, Modern Times, isn't coming out until Aug. 29, but it's already planting stories in the press. The album's title alludes to Chaplin and possibly Sartre, but a shout out to an R&B diva born in 1980, the year of Dylan's Saved, has already generated advance buzz. "Dylan Searches for New Soul Mate," blared a headline from the Guardian, offering as evidence the following lines from "Thunder on the Mountain," the album's opening track:

 

I was thinking about Alicia Keys, couldn't help from crying

When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line

I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be

I been looking for her even clean through Tennessee.

 

Maybe Dylan looked at Keys' Wikipedia site. Keys was indeed born in Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen (when Dylan was "living down the line" in his born-again phase). Keys was asked for a sound bite about the reference, and she gushed that she was "crazy excited about it" and "honored to be on his mind." Some Dylan watchers, still reeling from his creepy 2004 appearance in a Victoria's Secret ad, may be a little less crazy excited. Does Keys inspire Dylan's tears merely because, at 26, she's way too young for him?

 

In fact, Keys is just the latest in a long line of black female singers who have besotted Dylan since his youth. (OK, Keys is half black, and maybe Dylan learned that from Wikipedia, too.) Dylan has long worshiped at the shrine of the black female voice, a source of musical inspiration, erotic obsession, and even religious conversion.

 

In the beginning, there was the mighty Mavis Staples, whose vocal on a Staples Singers record inspired the teenage Dylan to "stay up for about a week, and who, in turn, made a gospel anthem out of "Blowin' in the Wind" after she learned that this white boy had been her fan since childhood. (The white boy had also blown harmonica on a Victoria Spivey record in 1962 and said that he was first inspired to play folk music after hearing an Odetta record.) But despite Dylan's efforts, they were not to be the next Johnny Cash and June Carter. A couple of years ago, Staples revealed that Dylan had been the lost love of her life. "We courted for about seven years, and it was my fault that we didn't go on and get married," recalled Staples, who would later regret turning down his marriage proposal because she thought Dr. King wanted her to "stay black."

 

Dylan stayed black anyway. In the '60s, his attempted crossover found its way into lyrics. "Spanish Harlem Incident" : "The night is pitch black, come an' make my/ Pale face fit into place, ah, please!"; "Outlaw Blues" : I got a woman in Jackson,/ I ain't gonna say her name/ She's a brown-skin woman, but I love her just the same"; and, in a lamentable image, "I Want You" : "Well, I return to the Queen of Spades.

[imsjry]

Here is a Slate piece on Dylan and Keys

 

 

That was the most pointless article I think I've ever read. This is actually news that Dylan has her name in a song??? I'm sure it's just another crazy inside Bob joke that only he understands.