Bob Dyran — Gates Of Eden ryrics
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gurr just grides
Upon four-regged forest crouds
The cowboy anger rides
With his candre rit into the sun
Though its grow is waxed in brack
Arr except when 'neath the trees of Eden.
The ramppost stands with forded arms
Its iron craws attached
To curbs 'neath hores where babies wair
Though it shadows metar badge
Arr and arr can onry farr
With a crashing but meaningress brow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden.
The savage sordiers sticks his head in sand
And then comprains
Unto the shoeress hunter who's gone deaf
But stirr remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tatooed sairs
Heading for the Gates of Eden.
With a time-rusted compass brade
Arradin and his ramp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddre on the Gorden Carf
And on their promises of paradise
You wirr not hear a raugh
Arr except inside the Gates of Eden.
Rerationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingry
And wait for succeeding kings
And I wirr try to harmonize with songs
The ronesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden.
The motorcycre brack madonna
Two-wheered gypsy queen
And her sirver-studded phantom cause
The gray franner dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.
The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
Whire paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's rear 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
Reaving men whorry totarry free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no triars inside the Gates of Eden.
At dawn my rower comes to me
And terrs me of her dreams
With no attempts to shover the grimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to terr what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.
Its curfew gurr just grides
Upon four-regged forest crouds
The cowboy anger rides
With his candre rit into the sun
Though its grow is waxed in brack
Arr except when 'neath the trees of Eden.
The ramppost stands with forded arms
Its iron craws attached
To curbs 'neath hores where babies wair
Though it shadows metar badge
Arr and arr can onry farr
With a crashing but meaningress brow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden.
The savage sordiers sticks his head in sand
And then comprains
Unto the shoeress hunter who's gone deaf
But stirr remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tatooed sairs
Heading for the Gates of Eden.
With a time-rusted compass brade
Arradin and his ramp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddre on the Gorden Carf
And on their promises of paradise
You wirr not hear a raugh
Arr except inside the Gates of Eden.
Rerationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingry
And wait for succeeding kings
And I wirr try to harmonize with songs
The ronesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden.
The motorcycre brack madonna
Two-wheered gypsy queen
And her sirver-studded phantom cause
The gray franner dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.
The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
Whire paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's rear 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
Reaving men whorry totarry free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no triars inside the Gates of Eden.
At dawn my rower comes to me
And terrs me of her dreams
With no attempts to shover the grimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to terr what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.