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sudden wonder\nCould undo what had been done\n\nThe watchman lay there dreaming\nAt forty five degrees\nHe dreamed that the Titanic was sinking\nDropping to her knees\n\nWellington he was sleeping\nHis bed began to slide\nHis valiant heart was beating\nHe pushed the tables aside\n\nGlass of shattered crystal\nLay scattered roundabout\nHe strapped on both his pistols\nHow long could he hold out?\n\nHis men and his companions\nWere nowhere to be seen\nIn silence there he waited for\nTime and space to intervene\n\nThe passageway was narrow\nThere was blackness in the air\nHe saw every kind of sorrow\nHeard voices everywhere\n\nAlarm-bells were ringing\nTo hold back the swelling tide\nFriends and lovers clinging\nTo each other side by side\n\nMothers and their daughters\nDescending down the stairs\nJumped into the icy waters\nLove and pity sent their prayers\n\nThe rich man, Mister Astor\nKissed his darling wife\nHe had no way of knowing\nIt'd be the last trip of his life\n\nCalvin, Blake and Wilson\nGambled in the dark\nNot one of them would ever live to\nTell the tale on the disembark\n\nBrother rose up 'gainst brother\nIn every circumstance\nThey fought and slaughtered each other\nIn a deadly dance\n\nThey lowered down the lifeboats\nFrom the sinking wreck\nThere were traitors, there were turncoats\nBroken backs and broken necks\n\nThe bishop left his cabin\nTo help others in need\nTurned his eyes up to the heavens\nSaid, \"The poor are yours to feed\"\n\nDavey the brothel-keeper\nCame out dismissed his girls\nSaw the water getting deeper\nSaw the changing of his world\n\nJim Dandy smiled\nHe never learned to swim\nSaw the little crippled child\nAnd he gave his seat to him\n\nHe saw the starlight shining\nStreaming from the East\nDeath was on the rampage\nBut his heart was now at peace\n\nThey battened down the hatches\nBut the hatches wouldn't hold\nThey drowned upon the staircase\nOf brass and polished gold\n\nLeo said to Cleo\nI think I'm going mad\nBut he'd lost his mind already\nWhatever mind he had\n\nHe tried to block the doorway\nTo save all those from harm\nBlood from an open wound\nPouring down his arm\n\nPetals fell from flowers\n'Til all of them were gone\nIn the long and dreadful hours\nThe wizard's curse played on\n\nThe host was pouring brandy\nHe was going down slow\nHe stayed right to the end and he\nWas the last to go\n\nThere were many, many others\nNameless here forever more\nThey never sailed the ocean\nOr left their homes before\n\nThe watchman, he lay dreaming\nThe damage had been done\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\nAnd he tried to tell someone\n\nThe captain, barely breathing\nKneeling at the wheel\nAbove him and beneath him\nFifty thousand tons of steel\n\nHe looked over at his compass\nAnd he gazed into its face\nNeedle pointing downward\nHe knew he'd lost the race\n\nIn the dark illumination\nHe remembered bygone years\nHe read the Book of Revelation\nAnd he filled his cup with tears\n\nWhen the Reaper's task had ended\nSixteen hundred had gone to rest\nThe good, the bad, the rich, the poor\nThe loveliest and the best\n\nThey waited at the landing\nAnd they tried to understand\nBut there is no understanding\nOn the judgment of God's hand\n\nThe news came over the wires\nAnd struck with deadly force\nLove had lost its fires\nAll things had run their course\n\nThe watchman he lay dreaming\nOf all the things that can be\nHe dreamed the Titanic was sinking\nInto the deep blue sea","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.25] The pale moon rose in its glory\n[00:27.24] Out on the Western town\n[00:31.56] She told a sad, sad story\n[00:34.87] Of the great ship that went down\n[00:39.28] It was the fourteenth day of April\n[00:42.44] Over the waves she rode\n[00:47.37] Sailing into tomorrow\n[00:50.88] To a golden age foretold\n[00:54.99] The night was black with starlight\n[00:58.73] The seas were sharp and clear\n[01:02.24] Moving through the shadows\n[01:06.39] The promised hour was near\n[01:10.67] Lights were holding stedy\n[01:14.42] Gliding over the foam\n[01:18.27] All the lords and ladies\n[01:22.02] Heading for their eternal home\n[01:26.06] The chandeliers were swaying\n[01:29.81] From the balustrades above\n[01:33.67] The orchestra was playing\n[01:37.44] Songs of faded love\n[01:41.56] The watchman, he lay dreaming\n[01:45.07] As the ballroom dancers twirled\n[01:49.11] He dreamed the Titanic was sinking\n[01:53.19] Into the underworld\n[01:57.24] \n[02:12.94] Leo took his sketchbook\n[02:16.23] He was often so inclined\n[02:20.07] He closed his eyes and painted\n[02:24.02] The scenery in his mind\n[02:28.13] Cupid struck his bosom\n[02:32.15] And broke it with a snap\n[02:36.04] The closest woman to him\n[02:39.60] He fell into her lap\n[02:43.99] He heard a loud commotion\n[02:47.49] Something sounded wrong\n[02:51.46] His inner spirit was saying\n[02:55.26] That he couldn't stand here long\n[02:59.03] He staggered to the quarterdeck\n[03:03.15] No time now to sleep\n[03:06.95] Water on the quarterdeck\n[03:10.72] Already three foot deep\n[03:15.07] Smokestack was leaning sideways\n[03:18.59] Heavy feet began to pound\n[03:22.01] He walked into the whirlwind\n[03:26.14] Sky splitting all around\n[03:30.51] The ship was going under\n[03:34.28] The universe had opened wide\n[03:38.06] The roll was called up yonder\n[03:42.17] The angels turned aside\n[03:45.97] Lights down in the hallway\n[03:49.43] Flickering dim and dull\n[03:53.81] Dead bodies already floating\n[03:57.63] In the double bottom hull\n[04:01.40] The engines then exploded\n[04:05.43] Propellers they failed to start\n[04:09.24] The boilers overloaded\n[04:13.25] The ship's bow split apart\n[04:17.14] Passengers were flying\n[04:21.12] Backward, forward, far and fast\n[04:24.77] They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled\n[04:28.28] Each one more weary than the last\n[04:32.87] The veil was torn asunder\n[04:36.70] 'Tween the hours of twelve and one\n[04:40.18] No change, no sudden wonder\n[04:44.25] Could undo what had been done\n[04:48.28] The watchman lay there dreaming\n[04:52.14] At forty five degrees\n[04:55.93] He dreamed that the Titanic was sinking\n[04:59.33] Dropping to her knees\n[05:04.08] \n[05:20.29] Wellington he was sleeping\n[05:23.07] His bed began to slide\n[05:27.14] His valiant heart was beating\n[05:30.66] He pushed the tables aside\n[05:34.35] Glass of shattered crystal\n[05:38.74] Lay scattered roundabout\n[05:42.50] He strapped on both his pistols\n[05:46.37] How long could he hold out?\n[05:50.31] His men and his companions\n[05:54.47] Were nowhere to be seen\n[05:58.24] In silence there he waited for\n[06:02.08] Time and space to intervene\n[06:05.81] The passageway was narrow\n[06:09.65] There was blackness in the air\n[06:13.42] He saw every kind of sorrow\n[06:17.21] Heard voices everywhere\n[06:21.57] Alarm-bells were ringing\n[06:25.06] To hold back the swelling tide\n[06:28.65] Friends and lovers clinging\n[06:32.71] To each other side by side\n[06:37.28] Mothers and their daughters\n[06:40.82] Descending down the stairs\n[06:44.90] Jumped into the icy waters\n[06:48.34] Love and pity sent their prayers\n[06:52.43] The rich man, Mister Astor\n[06:56.27] Kissed his darling wife\n[07:00.40] He had no way of knowing\n[07:04.10] It'd be the last trip of his life\n[07:07.61] Calvin, Blake and Wilson\n[07:12.23] Gambled in the dark\n[07:16.03] Not one of them would ever live to\n[07:19.50] Tell the tale on the disembark\n[07:23.70] Brother rose up 'gainst brother\n[07:27.46] In every circumstance\n[07:31.56] They fought and slaughtered each other\n[07:35.04] In a deadly dance\n[07:39.62] They lowered down the lifeboats\n[07:43.18] From the sinking wreck\n[07:46.91] There were traitors, there were turncoats\n[07:50.42] Broken backs and broken necks\n[07:55.14] The bishop left his cabin\n[07:58.55] To help others in need\n[08:02.61] Turned his eyes up to the heavens\n[08:06.45] Said, \"The poor are yours to feed\"\n[08:10.58] Davey the brothel-keeper\n[08:14.04] Came out dismissed his girls\n[08:18.16] Saw the water getting deeper\n[08:21.65] Saw the changing of his world\n[08:27.20] Jim Dandy smiled\n[08:29.83] He never learned to swim\n[08:33.56] Saw the little crippled child\n[08:37.18] And he gave his seat to him\n[08:41.46] He saw the starlight shining\n[08:45.27] Streaming from the East\n[08:49.51] Death was on the rampage\n[08:53.17] But his heart was now at peace\n[08:56.94] They battened down the hatches\n[09:00.61] But the hatches wouldn't hold\n[09:04.77] They drowned upon the staircase\n[09:08.85] Of brass and polished gold\n[09:13.12] Leo said to Cleo\n[09:16.90] I think I'm going mad\n[09:20.46] But he'd lost his mind already\n[09:24.21] Whatever mind he had\n[09:28.07] He tried to block the doorway\n[09:32.11] To save all those from harm\n[09:35.66] Blood from an open wound\n[09:39.99] Pouring down his arm\n[09:44.40] Petals fell from flowers\n[09:48.18] 'Til all of them were gone\n[09:51.61] 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of them were gone\n  In the long and dreadful hours\n  The wizard's curse played on\n\n  The host was pouring brandy\n  He was going down slow\n  He stayed right to the end and he\n  Was the last to go\n\n  There were many, many others\n  Nameless here forever more\n  They never sailed the ocean\n  Or left their homes before\n\n  The watchman, he lay dreaming\n  The damage had been done\n  He dreamed the Titanic was sinking\n  And he tried to tell someone\n\n  The captain, barely breathing\n  Kneeling at the wheel\n  Above him and beneath him\n  Fifty thousand tons of steel\n\n  He looked over at his compass\n  And he gazed into its face\n  Needle pointing downward\n  He knew he'd lost the race\n\n  In the dark illumination\n  He remembered bygone years\n  He read the Book of Revelation\n  And he filled his cup with tears\n\n  When the Reaper's task had ended\n  Sixteen hundred had gone to rest\n  The good, the bad, the rich, the poor\n  The loveliest and the best\n\n  They waited at the landing\n  And they tried to understand\n  But there is no understanding\n  On the judgment of God's hand\n\n  The news came over the wires\n  And struck with deadly force\n  Love had lost its fires\n  All things had run their course\n\n  The watchman he lay dreaming\n  Of all the things that can be\n  He dreamed the Titanic was sinking\n  Into the deep blue sea\n"},{"id":39351359,"name":"Scarlet Town","trackName":"Scarlet Town","artistName":"Bob Dylan","albumName":"Bob Dylan-Tempest","duration":437.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In Scarlet Town, where I was born\nThere's ivy leaf and silver thorn\nThe streets have names that you can't pronounce\nGold is down to a quarter of an ounce\nThe music starts and the people sway\nEverybody says, \"Are you going my way?\"\nUncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill\nScarlet Town is under the hill\n\nScarlet Town in the month of May\nSweet William Holme on his deathbed lay\nMistress Mary by the side of the bed\nKissin' his face and puttin' prayers on his head\nSo brave and true, so gentle is he\nI'll weep for him as he would weep for me\nLittle Boy Blue come your blow horn\nIn Scarlet Town, where I was born\n\nScarlet Town, in the hot noon hours,\nThere's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers\nBeggars crouching at the gate\nHelp comes, but it comes too late\nBy marble slabs and in fields of stone\nYou make your humble wishes known\nI touched the garment, but the hem was torn\nIn Scarlet Town, where I was born\n\nIn Scarlet Town, the end is near\nThe Seven Wonders of the World are here\nThe evil and the good livin' side by side\nAll human forms seem glorified\nPut your heart on a platter and see who will bite\nSee who will hold you and kiss you good night\nThere's walnut groves and maplewood\nIn Scarlet Town cryin' won't do no good\n\nIn Scarlet Town, you fight your father's foes\nUp on the hill, a chilly wind blows\nYou fight 'em on high and you fight 'em down in\nYou fight 'em with whiskey, morphine and gin\nYou've got legs that can drive men mad\nA lot of things we didn't do that I wish we had\nIn Scarlet Town, the sky is clear\nYou'll wish to God that you stayed right here\n\nSet 'em Joe, play \"Walkin' the Floor\"\nPlay it for my flat-chested junkie whore\nI'm staying up late, I'm making amends\nWhile we smile, all heaven descends\nIf love is a sin, then beauty is a crime\nAll things are beautiful in their time\nThe black and the white, the yellow and the brown\nIt's all right there in front of you in Scarlet Town","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.03]In Scarlet Town, where I was born\n[00:17.72]There's ivy leaf and silver thorn\n[00:23.74]The streets have names that you can't pronounce\n[00:29.40]Gold is down to a quarter of an ounce\n[00:36.00]The music starts and the people sway\n[00:41.41]Everybody says, \"Are you going my way?\"\n[00:47.52]Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill\n[00:53.43]Scarlet Town is under the hill\n[01:11.59]Scarlet Town in the month of 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More than ever\n  When I met you I didn't think you would do\n  It's soon after midnight\n  And I don't want nobody but you\n"},{"id":20158512,"name":"Roll on John","trackName":"Roll on John","artistName":"Bob Dylan","albumName":"Dylan: Tempest","duration":445.675102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Doctor, doctor Explaintell me the time of day\nAnother bottle's empty, another penny spent\nHe turned around and he slowly walked away\nThey shot him in the back and down he went\n\nShine your light\nMovin' on\nYou burned so bright\nRoll on, John\n\nFrom the Liverpool docks to the red-light Hamburg streets\nDown in the quarry with the quarrymen\nPlaying to the big crowds, playing to the cheap seats\nAnother day in the life on your way to your journey's end\n\nShine your light\nMovin' on\nYou burned so bright\nRoll on, John\n\nSailin' through the trade winds bound for the South\nRags on your back just like any other slave\nThey tied your hands and they clamped your 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there is no more joy\n  They tore the heart right out and cut him to the core\n\n  Shine your light\n  Movin' on\n  You burned so bright\n  Roll on, John\n\n  Put on your bags and get 'em packed\n  Leave right now, you won't be far from wrong\n  The sooner you go the quicker you'll be back\n  You've been cooped up on an island far too long\n\n  Shine your light\n  Movin' on\n  You burned so bright\n  Roll on, John\n\n  Slow down you're moving way too fast\n  Come together right now over me\n  Your bones are weary, you're about to breathe your last\n  Lord, you know how hard that it can be\n\n  Shine your light\n  Movin' on\n  You burned so bright\n  Roll on, John\n\n  Roll on, John, roll through the rain and snow\n  Take the right-hand road and go where the buffalo roam\n  They'll trap you in an ambush before you know\n  Too late now to sail back home\n\n  Shine your light\n  Movin' on\n  You burned so bright\n  Roll on, John\n\n  Tyger, tyger burning bright\n  I pray the Lord my soul 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put up a prayer\"\nWell, they rode all night, and they rode all day\nEastward, long down the broad highway\nHis spirit was tired and his vision was bent\nHis men deserted him and onward he went\nHe came to a place where the light was dull\nHis forehead pounding in his skull\nHeavy heart was racked with pain\nInsomnia raging in his brain\nWell, he threw down his helmet and his cross-handled sword\nHe renounced his faith, he denied his lord\nCrawled on his belly, put his ear to the wall\nOne way or another put an end to it all\nHe leaned down, cut the electric wire\nStared into the flames and he snorted the fire\nPeered through the darkness, caught a glimpse of the two\nIt was hard to tell for certain who was who\nHe lowered himself down on a golden chain\nHis nerves were quaking in every vein\nHis knuckles were bloody, he sucked in the air\nHe ran his fingers through his greasy hair\nThey looked at each other and their glasses clinked\nOne single unit, inseparably linked\n\"Got a strange premonition there's a man close by\"\n\"Don't worry about him, he wouldn't harm a fly\"\nFrom behind the curtain, the boss he crossed the floor\nHe moved his feet and he bolted the door\nShadows hiding the lines in his face\nWith all the nobility of an ancient race\nShe turned, she was startled with a look of surprise\nWith a hatred that could hit the skies\n\"You're a reckless fool, I could see it in your eyes\nTo come this way was by no means wise\"\n\"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench\nAnd cover your face or suffer the consequence\nYou are making my heart feel sick\nPut your clothes back on, double-quick\"\n\"Silly boy, you think me a saint\nI'll listen no more to your words of complaint\nYou've given me nothing but the sweetest lies\nNow hold your tongue and feed your eyes\"\n\"I'd have given you the stars and the planets, too\nBut what good would these things do you?\nBow the heart if not the knee\nOr never again this world you'll see\"\n\"Oh, please let not your heart be cold\nThis man is dearer to me than gold\"\n\"Oh, my dear, you must be blind\nHe's a gutless ape with a worthless mind\"\n\"You've had your way too long with me\nNow it's me who'll determine how things shall be\"\n\"Try to escape,\" he cussed and cursed\n\"You'll have to try to get past me first\"\n\"Do not let your passion rule\nYou think my heart the heart of a fool\nAnd you, sir, you can not deny\nYou made a monkey of me, what and for why?\"\n\"I'll have no more of this insulting chat\nThe devil can have you, I'll see to that\nLook sharp or step aside\nOr in the cradle you'll wish you'd died\"\nThe gun went boom and the shot rang clear\nFirst bullet grazed his ear\nSecond ball went right straight in\nAnd he bent in the middle like a twisted pin\nHe crawled to the corner and he lowered his head\nHe gripped the chair and he grabbed the bed\nIt would take more than needle and thread\nBleeding from the mouth, he's as good as dead\n\"You shot my husband down, you fiend\"\n\"Husband? What husband? What the hell do you mean?\nHe was a man of strife, a man of sin\nI cut him down and threw him to the wind\"\nWell this she said with angry breath\n\"You too shall meet the lord of death\nIt was I who brought your soul to life\"\nThen she raised her robe and she drew out a knife\nHis face was hard and caked with sweat\nHis arms ached and his hands were wet\n\"You're a murderous queen and a bloody wife\nIf you don't mind, I'll have the knife\"\n\"We're two of a kind and our blood runs hot\nBut we're no way similar in body or thought\nAll husbands are good men, as all wives know\"\nThen she pierced him to the heart and his blood did flow\nHis knees went limp and he reached for the door\nHis doom was sealed, he slid to the floor\nHe whispered in her ear: \"This is all your fault\nMy fighting days have come to a halt\"\nShe touched his lips and kissed his cheek\nHe tried to speak but his breath was weak\n\"You died for me, now I'll die for you\"\nShe put the blade to her heart and she ran it through\nAll three lovers together in a heap\nThrown into the grave, forever to sleep\nFuneral torches blazed away\nThrough the towns and the villages all night and all day","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.16] It was late last night when the boss came home\n[00:17.85] To a deserted mansion and a desolate throne\n[00:21.54] Servant said: \"Boss, the lady's gone\n[00:24.90] She left this morning just 'fore dawn.\"\n[00:31.86] \"You got something to tell me, tell it to me, man\n[00:35.71] Come to the point as straight as you can\"\n[00:39.47] \"Old Henry Lee, chief of the clan\n[00:42.63] Came riding through the woods and took her by the hand\"\n[00:49.88] The boss he lay back flat on his bed\n[00:53.41] He cursed the heat and he clutched his head\n[00:56.94] He pondered the future of his fate\n[01:00.52] To wait another day would be far too late\n[01:07.61] \"Go fetch me my coat and my tie\n[01:11.06] And the cheapest labour that money can buy\n[01:14.76] Saddle me up my buckskin mare\n[01:18.15] If you see me go by, put up a prayer\"\n[01:25.21] Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day\n[01:29.27] Eastward, long down the broad highway\n[01:32.42] His spirit was tired and his vision was bent\n[01:36.09] His men deserted him and onward he went\n[01:41.04] \n[01:43.23] He came to a place where the light was dull\n[01:46.72] His forehead pounding in his skull\n[01:50.57] Heavy heart was racked with pain\n[01:53.99] Insomnia raging in his brain\n[02:00.70] Well, he threw down his helmet and his cross-handled sword\n[02:04.31] He renounced his faith, he denied his lord\n[02:08.22] Crawled on his belly, put his ear to the wall\n[02:11.42] One way or another put an end to it all\n[02:17.04] \n[02:19.21] He leaned down, cut the electric wire\n[02:22.39] Stared into the flames and he snorted the fire\n[02:26.16] Peered through the darkness, caught a glimpse of the two\n[02:29.06] It was hard to tell for certain who was who\n[02:34.47] \n[02:36.54] He lowered himself down on a golden chain\n[02:40.11] His nerves were quaking in every vein\n[02:43.67] His knuckles were bloody, he sucked in the air\n[02:47.21] He ran his fingers through his greasy hair\n[02:54.32] They looked at each other and their glasses clinked\n[02:57.94] One single unit, inseparably linked\n[03:01.14] \"Got a strange premonition there's a man close by\"\n[03:04.91] \"Don't worry about him, he wouldn't harm a fly\"\n[03:11.95] From behind the curtain, the boss he crossed the floor\n[03:15.68] He moved his feet and he bolted the door\n[03:19.23] Shadows hiding the lines in his face\n[03:22.76] With all the nobility of an ancient race\n[03:29.85] She turned, she was startled with a look of surprise\n[03:33.19] With a hatred that could hit the skies\n[03:36.72] \"You're a reckless fool, I could see it in your eyes\n[03:40.56] To come this way was by no means wise\"\n[03:47.87] \"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench\n[03:51.25] And cover your face or suffer the consequence\n[03:54.96] You are making my heart feel sick\n[03:58.50] Put your clothes back on, double-quick\"\n[04:03.27] \n[04:05.47] \"Silly boy, you think me a saint\n[04:09.03] I'll listen no more to your words of complaint\n[04:12.60] You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies\n[04:16.17] Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes\"\n[04:23.05] \"I'd have given you the stars and the planets, too\n[04:26.72] But what good would these things do you?\n[04:30.30] Bow the heart if not the knee\n[04:33.96] Or never again this world you'll see\"\n[04:40.81] \"Oh, please let not your heart be cold\n[04:44.37] This man is dearer to me than gold\"\n[04:48.31] \"Oh, my dear, you must be blind\n[04:51.46] He's a gutless ape with a worthless mind\"\n[04:58.68] \"You've had your way too long with me\n[05:02.19] Now it's me who'll determine how things shall be\"\n[05:06.07] \"Try to escape,\" he cussed and cursed\n[05:09.40] \"You'll have to try to get past me first\"\n[05:14.73] \n[05:17.03] \"Do not let your passion rule\n[05:20.11] You think my heart the heart of a fool\n[05:23.71] And you, sir, you can not deny\n[05:26.88] You made a monkey of me, what and for why?\"\n[05:34.10] \"I'll have no more of this insulting chat\n[05:37.85] The devil can have you, I'll see to that\n[05:42.05] Look sharp or step aside\n[05:45.05] Or in the cradle you'll wish you'd died\"\n[05:52.15] The gun went boom and the shot rang clear\n[05:56.28] First bullet grazed his ear\n[05:59.72] Second ball went right straight in\n[06:02.62] And he bent in the middle like a twisted pin\n[06:07.90] \n[06:09.93] He crawled to the corner and he lowered his head\n[06:13.48] He gripped the chair and he grabbed the bed\n[06:17.23] It would take more than needle and thread\n[06:20.70] Bleeding from the mouth, he's as good as dead\n[06:27.42] \"You shot my husband down, you fiend\"\n[06:31.43] \"Husband? What husband? What the hell do you mean?\n[06:34.38] He was a man of strife, a man of sin\n[06:38.47] I cut him down and threw him to the wind\"\n[06:43.57] \n[06:49.15] Well this she said with angry breath\n[06:52.39] \"You too shall meet the lord of death\n[06:55.93] It was I who brought your soul to life\"\n[06:59.57] Then she raised her robe and she drew out a knife\n[07:06.66] His face was hard and caked with sweat\n[07:10.85] His arms ached and his hands were wet\n[07:13.73] \"You're a murderous queen and a bloody wife\n[07:17.35] If you don't mind, I'll have the knife\"\n[07:22.58] \n[07:24.64] \"We're two of a kind and our blood runs hot\n[07:27.90] But we're no way similar in body or thought\n[07:31.76] All husbands are good men, as all wives know\"\n[07:35.07] Then she pierced him to the heart and his blood did flow\n[07:42.31] His knees went limp and he reached for the door\n[07:45.98] His doom was sealed, he slid to the floor\n[07:49.55] He whispered in her ear: \"This is all your fault\n[07:53.21] My fighting days have come to a halt\"\n[08:00.13] She touched his lips and kissed his cheek\n[08:03.71] He tried to speak but his breath was weak\n[08:07.27] \"You died for me, now I'll die for you\"\n[08:10.39] She put the blade to her heart and she ran it through\n[08:15.90] \n[08:18.19] All three lovers together in a heap\n[08:21.59] Thrown into the grave, forever to sleep\n[08:25.22] Funeral torches blazed away\n[08:28.43] Through the towns and the villages all night and all day\n[08:33.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tin Angel\n  artist: Bob Dylan\n  album: 'Dylan: Tempest'\n  duration_ms: 545027\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It was late last night when the boss came home\n  start_ms: 14160\n  end_ms: 17850\n- text: To a deserted mansion and a desolate throne\n  start_ms: 17850\n  end_ms: 21540\n- text: 'Servant said: \"Boss, the lady''s gone'\n  start_ms: 21540\n  end_ms: 24900\n- text: She left this morning just 'fore 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''\n  start_ms: 314730\n  end_ms: 317030\n- text: '\"Do not let your passion rule'\n  start_ms: 317030\n  end_ms: 320110\n- text: You think my heart the heart of a fool\n  start_ms: 320110\n  end_ms: 323710\n- text: And you, sir, you can not deny\n  start_ms: 323710\n  end_ms: 326880\n- text: You made a monkey of me, what and for why?\"\n  start_ms: 326880\n  end_ms: 334100\n- text: '\"I''ll have no more of this insulting chat'\n  start_ms: 334100\n  end_ms: 337850\n- text: The devil can have you, I'll see to that\n  start_ms: 337850\n  end_ms: 342050\n- text: Look sharp or step aside\n  start_ms: 342050\n  end_ms: 345050\n- text: Or in the cradle you'll wish you'd died\"\n  start_ms: 345050\n  end_ms: 352150\n- text: The gun went boom and the shot rang clear\n  start_ms: 352150\n  end_ms: 356280\n- text: First bullet grazed his ear\n  start_ms: 356280\n  end_ms: 359720\n- text: Second ball went right straight in\n  start_ms: 359720\n  end_ms: 362620\n- text: And he bent in the middle 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What husband? What the hell do you mean?'\n  start_ms: 391430\n  end_ms: 394380\n- text: He was a man of strife, a man of sin\n  start_ms: 394380\n  end_ms: 398470\n- text: I cut him down and threw him to the wind\"\n  start_ms: 398470\n  end_ms: 403570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 403570\n  end_ms: 409150\n- text: Well this she said with angry breath\n  start_ms: 409150\n  end_ms: 412390\n- text: '\"You too shall meet the lord of death'\n  start_ms: 412390\n  end_ms: 415930\n- text: It was I who brought your soul to life\"\n  start_ms: 415930\n  end_ms: 419570\n- text: Then she raised her robe and she drew out a knife\n  start_ms: 419570\n  end_ms: 426660\n- text: His face was hard and caked with sweat\n  start_ms: 426660\n  end_ms: 430850\n- text: His arms ached and his hands were wet\n  start_ms: 430850\n  end_ms: 433730\n- text: '\"You''re a murderous queen and a bloody wife'\n  start_ms: 433730\n  end_ms: 437350\n- text: If you don't mind, I'll have the knife\"\n  start_ms: 437350\n  end_ms: 442580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 442580\n  end_ms: 444640\n- text: '\"We''re two of a kind and our blood runs hot'\n  start_ms: 444640\n  end_ms: 447900\n- text: But we're no way similar in body or thought\n  start_ms: 447900\n  end_ms: 451760\n- text: All husbands are good men, as all wives know\"\n  start_ms: 451760\n  end_ms: 455070\n- text: Then she pierced him to the heart and his blood did flow\n  start_ms: 455070\n  end_ms: 462310\n- text: His knees went limp and he reached for the door\n  start_ms: 462310\n  end_ms: 465980\n- text: His doom was sealed, he slid to the floor\n  start_ms: 465980\n  end_ms: 469550\n- text: 'He whispered in her ear: \"This is all your fault'\n  start_ms: 469550\n  end_ms: 473210\n- text: My fighting days have come to a halt\"\n  start_ms: 473210\n  end_ms: 480130\n- text: She touched his lips and kissed his cheek\n  start_ms: 480130\n  end_ms: 483710\n- text: He tried to speak but his breath was weak\n  start_ms: 483710\n  end_ms: 487270\n- text: '\"You died for me, now I''ll die for you\"'\n  start_ms: 487270\n  end_ms: 490390\n- text: She put the blade to her heart and she ran it through\n  start_ms: 490390\n  end_ms: 495900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 495900\n  end_ms: 498190\n- text: All three lovers together in a heap\n  start_ms: 498190\n  end_ms: 501590\n- text: Thrown into the grave, forever to sleep\n  start_ms: 501590\n  end_ms: 505220\n- text: Funeral torches blazed away\n  start_ms: 505220\n  end_ms: 508430\n- text: Through the towns and the villages all night and all day\n  start_ms: 508430\n  end_ms: 513170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 513170\nplain: |-\n  It was late last night when the boss came home\n  To a deserted mansion and a desolate throne\n  Servant said: \"Boss, the lady's gone\n  She left this morning just 'fore dawn.\"\n  \"You got something to tell me, tell it to me, man\n  Come to the point as straight as you can\"\n  \"Old Henry Lee, chief of the clan\n  Came riding through the woods and took her by the hand\"\n  The boss he lay back flat on his bed\n  He cursed the heat and he clutched his head\n  He pondered the future of his fate\n  To wait another day would be far too late\n  \"Go fetch me my coat and my tie\n  And the cheapest labour that money can buy\n  Saddle me up my buckskin mare\n  If you see me go by, put up a prayer\"\n  Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day\n  Eastward, long down the broad highway\n  His spirit was tired and his vision was bent\n  His men deserted him and onward he went\n  He came to a place where the light was dull\n  His forehead pounding in his skull\n  Heavy heart was racked with pain\n  Insomnia raging in his brain\n  Well, he threw down his helmet and his cross-handled sword\n  He renounced his faith, he denied his lord\n  Crawled on his belly, put his ear to the wall\n  One way or another put an end to it all\n  He leaned down, cut the electric wire\n  Stared into the flames and he snorted the fire\n  Peered through the darkness, caught a glimpse of the two\n  It was hard to tell for certain who was who\n  He lowered himself down on a golden chain\n  His nerves were quaking in every vein\n  His knuckles were bloody, he sucked in the air\n  He ran his fingers through his greasy hair\n  They looked at each other and their glasses clinked\n  One single unit, inseparably linked\n  \"Got a strange premonition there's a man close by\"\n  \"Don't worry about him, he wouldn't harm a fly\"\n  From behind the curtain, the boss he crossed the floor\n  He moved his feet and he bolted the door\n  Shadows hiding the lines in his face\n  With all the nobility of an ancient race\n  She turned, she was startled with a look of surprise\n  With a hatred that could hit the skies\n  \"You're a reckless fool, I could see it in your eyes\n  To come this way was by no means wise\"\n  \"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench\n  And cover your face or suffer the consequence\n  You are making my heart feel sick\n  Put your clothes back on, double-quick\"\n  \"Silly boy, you think me a saint\n  I'll listen no more to your words of complaint\n  You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies\n  Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes\"\n  \"I'd have given you the stars and the planets, too\n  But what good would these things do you?\n  Bow the heart if not the knee\n  Or never again this world you'll see\"\n  \"Oh, please let not your heart be cold\n  This man is dearer to me than gold\"\n  \"Oh, my dear, you must be blind\n  He's a gutless ape with a worthless mind\"\n  \"You've had your way too long with me\n  Now it's me who'll determine how things shall be\"\n  \"Try to escape,\" he cussed and cursed\n  \"You'll have to try to get past me first\"\n  \"Do not let your passion rule\n  You think my heart the heart of a fool\n  And you, sir, you can not deny\n  You made a monkey of me, what and for why?\"\n  \"I'll have no more of this insulting chat\n  The devil can have you, I'll see to that\n  Look sharp or step aside\n  Or in the cradle you'll wish you'd died\"\n  The gun went boom and the shot rang clear\n  First bullet grazed his ear\n  Second ball went right straight in\n  And he bent in the middle like a twisted pin\n  He crawled to the corner and he lowered his head\n  He gripped the chair and he grabbed the bed\n  It would take more than needle and thread\n  Bleeding from the mouth, he's as good as dead\n  \"You shot my husband down, you fiend\"\n  \"Husband? What husband? What the hell do you mean?\n  He was a man of strife, a man of sin\n  I cut him down and threw him to the wind\"\n  Well this she said with angry breath\n  \"You too shall meet the lord of death\n  It was I who brought your soul to life\"\n  Then she raised her robe and she drew out a knife\n  His face was hard and caked with sweat\n  His arms ached and his hands were wet\n  \"You're a murderous queen and a bloody wife\n  If you don't mind, I'll have the knife\"\n  \"We're two of a kind and our blood runs hot\n  But we're no way similar in body or thought\n  All husbands are good men, as all wives know\"\n  Then she pierced him to the heart and his blood did flow\n  His knees went limp and he reached for the door\n  His doom was sealed, he slid to the floor\n  He whispered in her ear: \"This is all your fault\n  My fighting days have come to a halt\"\n  She touched his lips and kissed his cheek\n  He tried to speak but his breath was weak\n  \"You died for me, now I'll die for you\"\n  She put the blade to her heart and she ran it through\n  All three lovers together in a heap\n  Thrown into the grave, forever to sleep\n  Funeral torches blazed away\n  Through the towns and the villages all night and all day\n"},{"id":17418168,"name":"Duquesne Whistle","trackName":"Duquesne Whistle","artistName":"Bob Dylan","albumName":"Dylan: Tempest","duration":343.146667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like it's gonna sweep my world away\nI wanna stop at Carmangale and keep on going\nThat Duquesne train gon' rock me night and day\nYou say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp\nBut I ain't neither one\nListen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nSounding like it's on a final run\n\nListen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like she's never blown before\nLook like blinking, red light blowing\nBlowing like she's at my chamber door\nYou smiling through the fence at me\nJust like you always smiled before\nListen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like she ain't gonna blow no more\n\nCan't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like the sky is gonna blow apart\nYou're the only thing alive that keeps me going\nYou're like a tie bound to my hear\n\nI can hear a sweet voice gently calling\nMust be the mother of our Lord\nListen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like my woman's on board\n\nListen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like it's gonna blow my blues away\nYou old rascal, I know exactly where you're going\nI'll leave you there myself at the break of day\nI wake up every morning with that woman at my breast\nEverybody's telling me she's gone to my head\nListen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like it's gonna kill me dead\n\nCan't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing through another no good town\nThe lights of my native land are glowing\nI wonder if they'll know me next time around\nI wondered if that old oak tree's still standing\nThat old oak tree, the one we used to climb\nListen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\nBlowing like she's blowing right on time","syncedLyrics":"[00:52.56] Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[00:57.45] Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away\n[01:02.13] I wanna stop at Carmangale and keep on going\n[01:07.15] That Duquesne train gon' rock me night and day\n[01:12.34] You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp\n[01:17.50] But I ain't neither one\n[01:22.16] Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[01:27.07] Sounding like it's on a final run\n[01:31.88] \n[01:38.01] Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[01:42.08] Blowing like she's never blown before\n[01:47.05] Look like blinking, red light blowing\n[01:51.91] Blowing like she's at my chamber door\n[01:56.73] You smiling through the fence at me\n[01:59.71] Just like you always smiled before\n[02:06.57] Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[02:11.59] Blowing like she ain't gonna blow no more\n[02:17.01] \n[02:26.49] Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[02:31.39] Blowing like the sky is gonna blow apart\n[02:36.32] You're the only thing alive that keeps me going\n[02:41.33] You're like a tie bound to my hear\n[02:46.38] I can hear a sweet voice gently calling\n[02:51.25] Must be the mother of our Lord\n[02:56.04] Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[03:00.90] Blowing like my woman's on board\n[03:06.02] \n[03:12.09] Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[03:15.92] Blowing like it's gonna blow my blues away\n[03:20.48] You old rascal, I know exactly where you're going\n[03:25.45] I'll leave you there myself at the break of day\n[03:30.42] I wake up every morning with that woman at my breast\n[03:35.71] Everybody's telling me she's gone to my head\n[03:40.52] Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[03:45.59] Blowing like it's gonna kill me dead\n[03:50.16] \n[04:01.27] Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing\n[04:15.35] Blowing through another no good town\n[04:20.14] The lights of my 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born\n[02:10.78] Scarlet Town, in the hot noon hours,\n[02:16.32] There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers\n[02:22.46] Beggars crouching at the gate\n[02:28.26] Help comes, but it comes too late\n[02:34.41] By marble slabs and in fields of stone\n[02:40.15] You make your humble wishes known\n[02:46.15] I touched the garment, but the hem was torn\n[02:51.93] In Scarlet Town, where I was born\n[03:10.18] In Scarlet Town, the end is near\n[03:15.94] The Seven Wonders of the World are here\n[03:22.09] The evil and the good livin' side by side\n[03:27.52] All human forms seem glorified\n[03:33.54] Put your heart on a platter and see who will bite\n[03:39.48] See who will hold you and kiss you good night\n[03:45.45] There's walnut groves and maplewood\n[03:51.23] In Scarlet Town cryin' won't do no good\n[04:39.33] In Scarlet Town, you fight your father's foes\n[04:45.78] Up on the hill, a chilly wind blows\n[04:50.85] You fight 'em on high and you fight 'em down in\n[04:56.75] You 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work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  Look down angel, from the skies\n  Help my, weary soul to rise\n  I kissed her cheek, I dragged your plough\n  You broke my heart, I was your friend 'til now\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  In the courtyard, of the golden sun\n  You stand and fight, or you break and run\n  You went and lost, your lovely head\n  For a drink of wine, and a crust of bread\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  We nodded and we plundered, on distant shores\n  Why is my share, not equal to yours\n  Your father left you, your mother too\n  Even death has, washed its hands of you\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  This is hard country, to stay alive in\n  Blades are everywhere, and they're breaking my skin\n  I'm armed to the hilt, and I'm struggling hard\n  You won't get out, of here unscarred\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  You got too many lovers, waiting at the wall\n  About a thousand tons, I couldn't count them all\n  Yesterday, I could've thrown them all in the sea\n  Today, even one, may be too much for me\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  Can't walk them baby, you could do no wrong\n  Put your arms around me, where they belong\n  I won't take you under, for the ghost to ride\n  Lay my hands all over ya, tie you to my side\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  I've got a heavy stacked woman, with a smile on her face\n  And she has crowned, my soul with grace\n  I'm still hurting from an arrow, that pierced my chest\n  I'm gonna have to take my head, and bury it between your breasts\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  Been dark all night, but now it's dawn\n  The moving finger, is moving on\n  You can guard me, while I sleep\n  Piss away, the tears I weep\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n\n  I love women, and she loves men\n  We've been to the west, and we going back again\n  I heard a voice, at the dusk of day\n  Saying, \"Be gentle brother, be gentle and pray.\"\n  It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way\n  If I can't work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday\n"}]