My Back Pages (Live)

Can you hear my guitar?

Is it loud enough?

This is a song by Mr. Robert Zimmerman, it's called "My Back Pages"

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rolling high and mighty traps

Pounced with fire on flaming roads

Using ideas as my maps

"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I

Proud 'neath heated brow

Ah, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth

"Rip down all hate," I screamed

Lies that life is black and white

Spoke from my skull, I dreamed

Romantic facts of musketeers

Foundationed deep, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

Ah, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand

At the mongrels who I teach

Fearing not I'd become my enemy

In the instant that I preach

Ride across and his tiny stocks

The legend seemed to end

Ah, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

Thanks

Thanks a lot, thanks a lot