Trilog[ies]: Down In The Flood[s]

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Songs and Faith +3

When He Returns

8 Responses to Trilog[ies]: Down In The Flood[s]

  1. SeaClearly says:

    What can be revealed? : the extent to which some will go (cross) in order that (some) goals, regardless of serving, may be achieved.

  2. SeaClearly says:

    Trouble
    Written by Bob Dylan

    Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm
    You got your rabbit’s foot, you got your good-luck charm
    But they can’t help you none when there’s trouble

    Trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble
    Nothin’ but trouble

    Trouble in the water, trouble in the air
    Go all the way to the other side of the world, you’ll find trouble there
    Revolution even ain’t no solution for trouble

    Trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble
    Nothin’ but trouble

    Drought and starvation, packaging of the soul
    Persecution, execution, governments out of control
    You can see the writing on the wall inviting trouble

    Trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble
    Nothin’ but trouble

    Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground
    You ever feel like you’re never alone even when there’s nobody else around?
    Since the beginning of the universe man’s been cursed by trouble

    Trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble
    Nothin’ but trouble

    Nightclubs of the broken-hearted, stadiums of the damned
    Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed
    Look into infinity, all you see is trouble

    Trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble
    Nothin’ but trouble

  3. SeaClearly says:

    Yes: Take The Water To The Mountain (Union)

    Take the water to the mountain;
    Take the river to the sea.
    Let the forest be salvation
    Long before it needs to be.

    Take the water to the mountain;
    Let your body flow upstream.
    Let it cascade off your shoulders;
    Be the body of your dreams.

    Take the water to the mountain;
    Let the sun shine on your ground.
    You decide your every movement;
    Let the water to the land.

    Take the water to the mountain;
    Cross the Great Divide of Love.
    Give to Nature all you can give;
    Let the Mother know your heart.

    Take the water to the mountain;
    Let’s become alive again.
    Holy water, holy mountain,
    Holy river, holy tree.

    “[Look Up! – Look Up!]”

  4. SeaClearly says:

    (2) YES>?>> (1 – “100 Percent” = “T”)

  5. SeaClearly says:

    Blowin’ in the Wind
    Written by Bob Dylan

    How many roads must a man walk down
    Before you call him a man?
    Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
    Before she sleeps in the sand?
    Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
    Before they’re forever banned?

    The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
    The answer is blowin’ in the wind

    How many years can a mountain exist
    Before it’s washed to the sea?
    Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
    Before they’re allowed to be free?
    Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
    Pretending he just doesn’t see?

    The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
    The answer is blowin’ in the wind

    How many times must a man look up
    Before he can see the sky?
    Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
    Before he can hear people cry?
    Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
    That too many people have died?

    The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
    The answer is blowin’ in the wind

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