Farewell, Angelina (Studio Outtake - 1965) - Bob Dylan

Farewell Angelina

The bells on the crown

Are being stolen by bandits

I must follow the sound

The triangle tingles

And the music plays slow

But farewell Angelina

The night is on fire

And I must go

There is use in talking

And there's no need for blame

There is nothing to prove

Everything still is the same

A table stands empty

By the edge of the stream

But farewell Angelina

The sky is changing colors

And I must leave

The jacks and the queens

They foresake the courtyard

Fifty-two gypsies

Now file past the guard

In the space where the deuce

And the ace once ran wild

Farewell Angelina

The sky is folding

I'll see you after a while

See the crosseyed pirates

Sit perched in the sun

Shooting tin cans

With a sawed off shot gun

And the corporals and the neighbors

Clap and cheer with each blast

But farewell Angelina

The sky is trembling

And I must leave fast

King Kong little elves

And the roof-tops they dance

Valentino-type tangos

While the heroes clean hands

Shut the eyes of the dead

Not to embarass anyone

Farewell Angelina

The sky is flooding over and I must be gone

The camoflaged parrot

He flutters from fear

When something he doesn't know about

Suddenly appears

What cannot be imitated

Perfect must die

Farewell Angelina

The sky is flooding over

And I must go where it is dry

Machine guns are roaring

The puppets heave rocks

At misunderstood visions

And at the faces of clocks

Call me any name you like

I will never deny it

But farewell Angelina

The sky is errupting

And I must go where it is quiet