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Farewell angelina the bells of the crown are being stolen by bandits i must follow the sound the triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow farewell angelina the sky is on fire and i must go there's no need for anger there's no need for blame there's nothing to prove ev'rything's still the same just a table standing empty by the edge of the sea farewell angelina the sky is trembling and i must leave the jacks and the queens have forsaked the courtyard fifty-two gypsies now file past the guards in the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild farewell angelina the sky is folding i'll see you in a whil

see the cross-eyed pirates sitting perched in the sun shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun and the neighbors they clap and they cheer with each blast farewell angelina the sky's changing color and i must leave fast king kong, little elves on the rooftops they dance valentino-type tangos while the make-up man's hands shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone farewell angelina the sky is embarassed and i must be gone the machine guns are roaring the puppets heave rocks the fiends nail time bombs to the hands of the clocks call me any name you like i will never deny it farewell angelina i must go where it's quiet

Joan Baez/Bob Dylan   1965     Farewell Angelina

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