Bob Dylan - Jokerman Lyrics
Standing on the waters casting your breadWhile the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.Distant ships sailing into the mist,You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.Freedom just around the corner for youBut with the truth so far off, what good will it do?Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,Bird fly high by the light of the moon,Oh, oh, oh, jokerman.So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,You rise up and say goodbye to no one.Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,Both of their futures, so full of dread, you dont show one.Shedding off one more layer of skin,Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,Bird fly high by the light of the moon,Oh, oh, oh, jokerman.Youre a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,Manipulator of crowds, youre a dream twister.Youre going to sodom and gomorrahBut what do you care? aint nobody there would want to marry your sister.Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,Bird fly high by the light of the moon,Oh, oh, oh, jokerman.Well, the book of leviticus and deuteronomy,The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,Michelangelo indeed couldve carved out your features.Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,Bird fly high by the light of the moon,Oh. oh. oh. jokerman.Well, the riflemans stalking the sick and the lame,Preacherman seeks the same, wholl get there first is uncertain.Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,Molotov *****tails and rocks behind every curtain,False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,Only a matter of time til night comes steppin in.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,Bird fly high by the light of the moon,Oh, oh, oh, jokerman.Its a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.Hell put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,Take the motherless children off the streetAnd place them at the feet of a harlot.Oh, jokerman, you know what he wants,Oh, jokerman, you dont show any response.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,Bird fly high by the light of the moon,Oh, oh, oh, jokerman.
