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  • Текст песни Nine Days - Bob Dylan



    Bobby's in the basement making his movie
    He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy
    He wants this little girl to believe in him easy
    Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high, mmm

    Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark
    All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog
    This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm
    Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall

    Bobby's in the basement making his music
    He never won't stop though not to abuse it
    If there's some other way that they only would use it
    He lives another day but they always refuse it

    Lacerations of my heart
    Dropped down in pieces in the dark
    Mixed the words up on this page
    Makes the purple turn to beige

    Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark
    All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog
    This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm
    Though it might do me some harm
    So stop to catch me if I fall

    It's just like Bob Dylan says?

    Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know
    If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it
    Sow the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity
    If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today
    So long as I'm young
    Bobby's in the basement making his music

    I search the beaches walk the sand
    I cut my feet on broken glass
    Strap the sandals on my feet
    I'm run down but I still hit the street

    Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark
    All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog

    It's just like Bob Dylan says?

    Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know
    If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it
    Sow the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity
    If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today
    So long as I'm young
    So long as I'm young, mmm

    Bobby's in the basement making his movie
    He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy
    He wants this little girl to believe in him easy
    Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high, high
    Inspiration of my heart
    Desperation of my heart, mmm, mmm