Tune that keeps running thru my mind lately

[hollowdweller]

The Groom's Still Waiting At The Altar
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1981 Special Rider Music

Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer,
seen the massacre of the innocent,
Felt around for the light switch,became nauseated.
She was walking down the hallway
while the walls deteriorated.

East of the Jordan,
West of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the turning of a page,
curtain rising on a new age,
See the groom still waiting at the altar.

Try to be pure of heart,
they arrest you for roberry,
Mistake your shyness for aloofness,
your shyness for snoberry,
Got a message this morning,
the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin'
what one was never meant to be.

East of the Jordan,
West of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the turning of a page,
curtain rising on a new age,
See the groom still waiting at the altar.

Don't know what I can say about Claudette
that wouldn't come back to haunt me,
Finally had to give her up
about the time that she began to want me.
But I know God has mercy
on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I'd a-done anything for that woman
if she didn't make me feel so obligated.

East of the Jordan,
West of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the turning of a page,
curtain rising on a new age,
See the groom still waiting at the altar.

Put your hand on my head,baby,
do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better
standin' around like furniture,
There's a wall between you and what you want
and you got to leap it,
Tonight you got the power to take it
tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it.

East of the Jordan,
West of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the turning of a page,
curtain rising on a new age,
See the groom still waiting at the altar.

Cities on fire, phones out of order,
They're killing nuns and soldiers,
there's fighting on the border.
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain't seen her since January,
She could be respectably married
or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.

East of the Jordan,
West of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the turning of a page,
curtain rising on a new age,
See the groom still waiting at the altar.

[dweller]

1. this one has permanent space in my mind

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams,
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams,
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride.

Ring them bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow,
Ring them bells with an iron hand
So the people will know.
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow.

Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one.
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With lost sheep.

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,
Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
For the child that cries
When innocence dies.

Ring them bells St. Catherine
From the top of the room,
Ring them from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom.
Oh the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong.

Ring Them Bells
Bob Dylan
Oh Mercy

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[hollowdweller]

2. Also this one

Union Sundown"



Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore,
My flashlight's from Taiwan,
My tablecloth's from Malaysia,
My belt buckle's from the Amazon.
You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet,
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy makin' thirty cents a day.

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way.

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
And the pearls are from Japan.
Well, the dog collar's from India
And the flower pot's from Pakistan.
All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil"
Where a woman, she slaved for sure
Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve,
You know, that's a lot of money to her.

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way.

Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work.
I say, "Why you say that for
When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?"
They don't make nothin' here no more,
You know, capitalism is above the law.
It say, "It don't count 'less it sells."
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else.

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way.

Well, the job that you used to have,
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador.
The unions are big business, friend,
And they're goin' out like a dinosaur.
They used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.
I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is gonna be against the law.

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way.

Democracy don't rule the world,
You'd better get that in your head.
This world is ruled by violence
But I guess that's better left unsaid.
From Broadway to the Milky Way,
That's a lot of territory indeed
And a man's gonna do what he has to do
When he's got a hungry mouth to feed.

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way