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Bob Dylan - The Real Bob Dylan - Changing of the Guards
The Real Bob Dylan
Disc 1
01. Talkin' New York
02. Song to Woody
03. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
04. The Times They Are A-Changing
05. With God on Our Side
06. Chimes of Freedom
07. Boots of Spanish Leather
08. Mr. Tambourine Man
09. It's Alright Ma
10. Like a Rolling Stone
11. I Want You
12. Positively Fourth Street
13. Down Along the Cove
14. All Along the Watchtower
15. I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
16. Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You
Disc 2
01. If Not for You
02. You Aint Goin' Nowhere
03. Forever Young
04. Watching the River Flow
05. Knockin' on Heaven's Door
06. On a Night Like This
07. The Mighty Quinn
08. Precious Angel
09. Tangled Up in Blue
10. Gotta Serve Somebody
11. One More Cup of Coffee
12. Changing of the Guards
13. Hurricane
14. Buckets of Rain
Disc 3
01. Silvio
02. Foot of Pride
03. Blind Willie McTell
04. Jokerman
05. Pressing On
06. Everything Is Broken
07. Series of Dreams
08. Most of the Time (alternate version)
09. The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar
10. Every Grain of Sand
11. Sweetheart Like You
12. Brownsville Girl
13. Dignity (alternate version)
14. Dark Eyes
16 years
16 banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves

Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet, like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve, near the tower

The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down, but still believing that his love will be repaid

They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain, where they lifted her veil

I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times

She wakes him up
48 hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down, and she's clutching on to his long golden locks

Gentlemen, he said
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either get ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendour on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords