Альбом Jakob Dylan

It doesn't always have a shape
Almost never does it have a name
It maybe has a pitchfork, maybe has a tail
But evil is alive and well

It might walk upright from out of the inferno
Maybe coming horseback through deep snow
It's ragged and fat, it's hungry as hell
Evil is alive and well

Evil is alive, evil is well
Evil is alive, evil is well
On your feet to the tower and yell
Evil is alive and well

Maybe too humble to wanna speak
May have a blood soaked bird in its teeth
Smoked filled skies and bees in the well
Evil is alive and well

Now maybe in a palace, maybe in the streets
Maybe here among us on a crowded beach
It maybe asleep in a roadside motel
But evil is alive and well

Evil is alive, evil is well
Evil is alive, evil is well
On your feet to the tower and yell
Evil is alive, it's well

Down in every ditch
Up on every hill, it's well
I've got my radio on drowning the bells

When midnight's done and the day won't start
And all I ever gave you was a broken heart
It's hard to admit but it's easy to tell
That evil is alive and well

Evil is alive, evil is well
Evil is alive, evil is well
On your feet to the tower and yell
That evil is alive and well

Evil is alive, it's well
Evil is alive, it's well
Evil is alive and well

We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
And we laid our armor down
Now these precious metals, these captain's letters
Are no use to us now

Oh, in the day we struggle with fatigue
Much greater than any offer was
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
Unable to hold their own guns

Now, I know that soldiers are not paid to think
But something is making us sick
Onward and steady, able and the young
In the valley of the low, low sun

Oh, in the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
Out into the back of beyond
Burning the daylight into a pastime
That's too wise to come more than once

It's boom, boom thunder, ain't no sleep coming
Out mining a slippery world
Of snow covered beaches, junkyards of diesel
And bombers named after girls

On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
There's a new kind of beast getting up
Stranger than fiction, speaking in tongue
In the valley of the low, low sun

I'll hold on for the slow turning, smoke if you've got 'em boys
This is bottom hiding out, down under the stairs
Tomorrow has come like it's drunk on the blood
Of the men who have dared to be there

The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
It's way up around the sun
As cool water crashes down to the masses
Bootlegged and bottled like rum

My dreams are humble and lean as arrows
And streetwise, ready and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
On high seas not fit to be sailed

Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
But baby, we just look like hell
Now act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of the low, low sun

Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of low, low sun

I been working double shift all night
Bees make honey, I'm making mine
Good men are busy all the time
I been working double shift all night

My line of work suits me fine
Split that apple and chuck that rind
Pull no wishbone that ain't dry
My line of work suits me fine

Sweet you ramble, sweet you roll
Through the bedrock of my soul
I got more good luck than I'll ever use
All day and all night like a mule

Fat faced farmer, off my land
Cross me twice you'll understand
Me and Delia, we're more than friends
Fat faced farmer off my land

See how high your monkey jumps
Peel that fruit back and give me some
Let this evening do what it does
And see how high your monkey jumps

I'm gearing up not to get small
I do it big or don't do it at all
Ain't got no baggage that I can't use
All day and all night like a mule

It's on back to work they say
Pull your hammer high and straight
Lay your boards out and drag that rake
And get on back to work they say

Give what you've got, return what you use
Tell me young man whose dog are you?
Got bigger secrets than you do
All day and all night like a mule

My line of work suits me fine
My line of work suits me fine
My line of work suits me fine
My line of work

I'm worried 'bout you baby down in your rabbit hole
The evening of our great escape is starting to unfold
Out of bed, sleepy head it's different than you know
Everybody pays as they go

Now pull yourself together, put your chin up off your throat
Now whistle for the dogs and get your sled into the snow
Nothing's ever buried under skull and bones
Everybody pays as they go
Ooh, ooh

The playing field is level but it's ugly down below
It's a devil of a handbook, hi, ho, hi, ho
Now either you're the butcher or the lamb but even so
Everybody pays as they go

The future busted open wide and ran
Like a beehive loaded with sand
You can't go back and see it
The way you saw it then and nobody can
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Look up and see the men returning in their winter coats
Now some of them in one piece and some of them got rolled
And some less than others, some right through the nose
But everybody pays as they go

The young, old, and rich and poor, your mother, she too owes
'Cuz everybody pays as they go
Everybody pays
Yes, everybody pays as they go

I made a promise to not let go
Our tug of war has only made me want you more
Steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam
My love is braver than you know

My forefathers, they worked this land
And I was schooled in the tyranny of nature's plans
Dressed in thunder a cloud came around
Oh, in the shape of a lion a hand came down

Now, damn this valley and damn this cold
Well, take so long to let me know
It's plant and reap and plow and sow
But tell me, will it grow?

Dig my ditches in the golden sun
I'd be robbing these trains if I could catch me one
Now, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday's gone
Got me stone cold sober in a drought so long

Boarded mansions and ghost filled yards
There's a boy in a water tower counting cars
Steel trap open in empty stalls
Now there's a well worn saddle but the horse is gone

Now, damn this valley and damn this cold
Take so long to let me know
It's plant and reap and plow and sow
But tell me, will it grow?
(Will it grow?)

Jet black starlit midnight rolls
I am down in the garden where I let you go
Up on the surface the earth looks round
But it's a godless city of cold flat ground

Now, damn this valley and damn this cold
Take so long to let me know
It's plant and reap and plow and sow
But tell me, will it grow?

Will it grow?
Will it grow?
Will it grow?

Oh, in my mind's eye, a plantation
In the clearing is a platform station
In the distance is a kingdom
Into the front line is how I'm coming

They say in war all is fair
I am headed to the field
In spite of my condition

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop

Through the desert, out to the sea
Weather beaten through all four seasons
And there is love in my creation
I've come back for all the right reasons

That ain't your castle
You're not a queen, that isn't yours
That you're so busy there protecting

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop

All this beauty is sticky sweet
This naughty world is due for a good deed
Give me your poor tired huddled masses
Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses

Sing that lonesome high melody
Rumble young men
But hobble behind me

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop

Mother you saw my eyes
On the fourth of July
Under a banner of roman candles
Mother war is kind
Like hell but I am fine

Brother have you gone west?
You followed through once yet
You are still younger, how dare you forget?
Brother war is best
In the morning when you've had rest

Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
Line up at dawn to see who's missing
My age is a metaphor
That only speaks of everything before

Daughter you wear my name
Those are my eyes, keep 'em raised
I may have scars but I give more than I take
Daughter war is safe
Where you are far away

Lover are you gone?
My heart has taken too much on
One octave lower than thunder it drums
Lover war is done
In more ways than just one

Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
Like an outlaw now standing
At the foot of infinity
The sun is wild and just in front of me

Got my window open wide
Got my window open wide
Got a good woman by my side
Got a good woman by my side

Now this kind of day has no night
Yeah, this kind of day has no night
Ain’t got much on my mind
Ain’t got much on my mind

‘Cause I know Something good this way comes

Now watching the streets filling up
Watching the streets filling up
In the shade of the summer sun
In the shade of the summer sun

Got sweet apple pie on the stove
Got sweet apple pie on the stove
The birds they’re all flyin’ low
The birds they’re all flyin’ low

‘Cause they know something good this way comes

The trouble, doll, is not moving mountains, but
Digging the ground that you’re on
If it’s true that good fortune gives no chase
We got just what it takes

Collar up on my coat
Collar up on my coat
Trucks are pullin’ in for the show
Trucks are pullin’ in for the show

Grasshopper jump in the road
Grasshopper jump in the road
Kids they’re all running home
The kids they’re all running home

‘Cause they know something good this way comes
Yeah, something good this way comes

The trouble, doll, is not moving mountains, but
Digging the ground that you’re on
If it’s true that good fortune gives no chase
We got just what it takes
Got my window open wide
Got my window open wide
Got a good woman by my side
Got a good woman by my side

‘Cause I know something good this way comes
Yeah, something good this way comes.
Yeah, something good this way comes.
Mmmm mmm mmmm

You're old enough to know well
The better things are all uphill
Bitter songs are never sung
In the highlands where you belong

In the smoke of cannons below
Men, they bury each other in rows
People come, people go
Work in numbers and leave alone

There's a light making its way
On up the mountain night and day
And you'll get tired and you'll get weak
But you won't abandon your masterpiece

Off to sleep you'll go
Through the halls and opened doors
Silver bells swinging low
Strung in branches of the unknown

Soon morning comes
To warm the world and wake you up
Night is gone awful fast
It ain't wrong to be sad

There's a light making its way
On up the mountain night and day
And you'll go down and you'll go deep
But you won't surrender your masterpiece

Oh, here it comes and there it goes
The unbearable sound of the earth making men out of boys
First you learn and then you'll teach
About that bright, bright light

Making its way
On up the mountain night and day
And you'll get tired and you'll get weak
But you won't abandon your masterpiece

Now there's a light making its way
On up the mountain night and day
And you'll go down and you'll go deep
But you won't surrender your masterpiece

You won't surrender your masterpiece
You will deliver your masterpiece

I was born in the summer of Sam
Smaller and sooner than planned
Oh, in the spitting image of a man
Raised by wolves on the fat of the land

Clear of romance, beauty and damned
Tomorrow will come if she can
Just want a woman who can walk on a wire
With a trembling glass in her hand

Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls
Down the valley deeper still it goes
Got my weapons out, I'm laying low
On this end of the telescope

Alone you ramble the whole of the world
Through black water jungles for bliss
It's feast or famine you eat what you kill
There's no need to bring God into this

My heart is heavy and pressed to the bone
Some people too heavy to hold
Salutations take me as I am
You can have me or leave me alone

Sun kissed lemons in the graveyard below
Here in death you see new adventures grow
I see you at last but mostly a ghost
On this end of the telescope

This will not be easy
Word's out, the doctor is not coming in
This genie's too angry to go back
Into the bottle again

Closer than ever and covered in birds
A bone colored moon fills the west
Now, throats will be slashed and flags will unfurl
As time will divide us in gangs

Now, years of progress digging the sand
Companions we made didn't last
Lousy lovers do well with their hands
But I'll reach you like nobody can

Now, slow and easy you let your paddle go
Down at the bottom there's more hell to row
I see clear at last, I love, I loathe
On this end of the telescope