Monday, January 28, 2013

Fixing Mister Tamborine Man


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How would one fix a poem that had such success 
in spite of such obvious errors.  Perhaps it wouldn't 
have been such a success had it been done any other
way at the time.    Bob
"Mr. Tambourine Man"
Poemwriter: Bob Dylan
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Mr. Tambourine Man
poemwriter: Bob Dylan
hey, mister tamborine man
play your song for me
I'm not sleepy now
ain't no place I'm going to

hey, mister tamborine man
play your song for me
in the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you

      I know a late night empire
has returned again to sand
simply vanished from my hand
left me blindly here to stand
not sleeping peacefully
although weariness amazes me

I'm branded on my feet
have no one to meet
on this ancient empty street
dead of night good for dreaming
when all but me are sleeping

Hey, mister tambourine man
play a song for me
in the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you


take me on a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
my senses have been stripped
my hands can't feel to grip
my toes too numb to step
wait only for my boot heels
to be wandering old roads

I'm ready to go anywhere
ready for to fade away
into my own parade
cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it

though you might hear laughter
swinging madly across the sun
it's not aimed at anyone
it's just escaping on the run
but for the sky there
are no fences facing us


if you hear vague traces
of skipping reels of rhyme
to your tambourine in time
it's just a ragged clown behind
wouldn't pay it any mind
just a shadow he's chasing

Hey, mister tambourine man
play a song for me
in the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you


take me disappearing through
smoke rings of my mind
down foggy ruins of time
far past the frozen leaves
haunted, frightened trees
out to the windy beach
far from the twisted reach
of crazy sorrow


yes, to dance beneath a diamond sky
with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea,
circled by the circus sand
with all memory and fate
driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today
until tomorrow

Hey, mister tambourine man
play a song for me
in the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you

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