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Carribean Wind (alternate lyrics)

She was well rehearsed, fair, brown and blonde
She had friends who was busboys and friends in the Pentagon
Playing a show in Miami, in the theater of divine comedy.
Talked in the shadows, where they talked in the rain
I could tell she was still... feeling the pain
Pain of rejection, pain of infidelity.

Was she a child or a woman? I can't say which.
One to another she could easily switch
Couples were dancing and I lost track of the hours
He was well prepared, I knew he was
Paying attention like a rattlesnake does
When he's hearing footsteps trampling over his flowers.

And that Caribbean wind still blows from Nassau to Mexico,
From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.

She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
She said "we got a mutual friend standing at the door
Yeah, you know he's got our best interest in mind"
He was well connected, but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there,
Eighty payments due and he was a little behind.

Well, I slip in a hotel where flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan was broken, there was heat in my bed
Street band playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"
We met in secret where we drank from a spring
She said "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
We can do about it, so we might as well let it be"

And that Caribbean wind still blow from Nassau to Mexico,
From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.

Atlantic City, two years to the day,
I hear her voice cryin' "Daddy" and I look that way,
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call,
Every new messenger bringing evil reports
'Bout rioting armies and time that is short,
And earthquakes and train wrecks and hate-words scribbled on the wall.

Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose,
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes.
But I heard my name and destiny say to be movin' on
And I felt it come over me, some kind of glow,
For to say "Come on with me girl, I got plenty of room"
But I knew I'd be lyin', and besides she had already gone.

And that Caribbean wind still blows from Nassau to Mexico,
Circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.

26/07/2010 13:42. plotino #. BOB DYLAN

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