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Disc 1
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Blowin’ in the Wind (live at Gerde’s Folk City, New York, NY – April 1962)
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02.
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Corrina, Corrina (live at Gerde’s Folk City, New York, NY – April 1962)
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03.
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John Brown (live at Town Hall, New York, NY – April 1963)
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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right (live at Town Hall, New York, NY – April 1963)
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05.
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Bob Dylan’s Dream (live at Town Hall, New York, NY – April 1963)
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06.
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Seven Curses (live at Town Hall, New York, NY – April 1963)
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07.
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Boots of Spanish Leather (live at Town Hall, New York, NY – April 1963)
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08.
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Masters of War (live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY – October 1963)
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09.
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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll (live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY – October 1963)
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When the Ship Comes In (live at the March on Washington, D.C. – August 1963)
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The Times They Are A‐Changin’ (live at Royal Festival Hall, London, UK – May 1964)
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12.
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Girl From the North Country (live at Royal Festival Hall, London, UK – May 1964)
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Mr. Tambourine Man (live at Royal Festival Hall, London, UK – May 1964)
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It Ain’t Me, Babe (live at Royal Festival Hall, London, UK – May 1964)
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To Ramona (live at the Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI – July 1964)
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Chimes of Freedom (live at Royal Festival Hall, London, UK – May 1964)
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Disc 2
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One Too Many Mornings (live at BBC Studios, London, UK – June 1965)
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It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) (live at the Oval, City Hall, Sheffield, UK – April 1965)
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Love Minus Zero / No Limit (live at the Odeon, Liverpool, UK – May 1965)
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Gates of Eden (live at Free Trade Hall, Manchester, UK – May 1965)
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It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue (live at the Odeon, Liverpool, UK – May 1965)
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She Belongs to Me (live at Royal Albert Hall, Manchester, UK – May 1965)
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Maggie’s Farm (live at the Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA – September 1965)
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It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry (live at the Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI – July 1965)
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Desolation Row (live at TCN 9 TV, Sydney, Australia – April 1966)
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Baby Let Me Follow You Down (live at the Capitol Theatre, Cardiff, UK – May 1966)
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I Don’t Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met) (live at the Capitol Theatre, Cardiff, UK – May 1966)
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12.
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Ballad of a Thin Man (live at the ABC Theatre, Edinburgh, Scotland – May 1966)
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Visions of Johanna (live at the ABC Theatre, Belfast, Ireland – May 1966)
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Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds, the cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden
The savage soldier just sticks his head in sand and then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf, but still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks, sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise, you will not hear a laugh
All except inside the gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership, they whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna, two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience, in the precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions,
each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly,
totally free to do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the
glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the gates of Eden
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