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Dylan Bob
New Morning
Three Angels
by Bob Dylan
Three angels up above the street,
Each one playing a horn,
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,
They've been there since Christmas morn.
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash,
Then a lady in a bright orange dress,
One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels,
The Tenth Avenue bus going west.
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around,
A man with a badge skips by,
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,
Nobody stops to ask why.
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles,
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls.
The angels play on their horns all day,
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
But does anyone hear the music they play,
Does anyone even try?
- Album:
- Bob Dylan
- Dylan
- Miscellaneous
- The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
- New Morning
- The Basement Tapes
- Love And Theft
- Time Out Of Mind
- Dylan And The Dead
- Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid
- Another Side of Bob Dylan
- Blonde on Blonde
- Blood on the Tracks
- Bringing It All Back Home
- Desire
- Down in the Groove
- Empire Burlesque
- Good as I Been to You
- Highway 61 Revisited
- Infidels