Idiot Wind (Live at Hughes Stadium, Ft. Collins, CO - May 1976) - Bob Dylan.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:31.300]Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
[00:43.400]Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess
[00:55.400]They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
[01:02.300]She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
[01:08.000]I can't help it if I'm lucky
[01:14.800]People see me all the time, I guess they just can't remember how to act
[01:27.300]Their minds are filled with false ideas, images and distorted facts
[01:39.700]And even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
[01:45.800]I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me any better than that
[01:52.400]Sweet lady
[01:58.600]Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
[02:07.700]Blowing down the backroads headin' south
[02:14.500]Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
[02:23.400]You're an idiot, babe
[02:27.000]It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
[02:42.700]I ran into the fortune teller, she said beware 'cause some lightning might strike
[02:55.700]I haven't known about peace and quiet now for so long I don't even remember what it's like
[03:07.800]There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
[03:14.700]He didn't know it, he never thought it could be done, but at the final shot he won the war
[03:21.000]After losin' every battle
[03:27.500]I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things really are
[03:40.300]Visions of your smokin' shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars
[03:52.600]You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
[03:59.300]One day you'll be in the grave, flies buzzin' around your eyes
[04:05.600]Blood on your saddle
[04:12.000]Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
[04:21.500]Blowing through the curtains in your room
[04:28.000]Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
[04:37.400]You're an idiot, babe
[04:40.700]It's a wonder that you still can even breathe
[04:57.400]It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
[05:10.300]You tamed the lion in my cage but it wasn't enough to change my heart
[05:23.000]Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
[05:29.000]What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
[05:36.000]You're on the bottom
[05:42.300]I noticed at the ceremony, that your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
[05:55.400]I can't recall your face anymore, your mouth has changed and your eyes don't look into mine
[06:08.300]The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned
[06:15.000]I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
[06:21.500]Slowly into autumn
[06:28.000]Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
[06:37.500]From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
[06:44.300]Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
[06:53.400]You're an idiot, babe
[06:57.000]It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
[07:13.500]I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the clothes you wear
[07:26.500]Every time I come into your door, you leave me standing in the middle of the air
[07:39.600]Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
[07:46.000]I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
[07:52.600]And all your ragin' glory
[07:59.500]I been double-crossed now for the very last time and I think I finally see
[08:12.600]I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
[08:25.500]You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
[08:32.600]And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
[08:39.000]And it makes me feel so sorry
[08:46.000]Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
[08:55.400]Blowing through the letters that we wrote
[09:02.200]Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
[09:12.000]We're idiots, babe
[09:15.200]It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves