Представляем слова песни "Caribbean Wind", чтобы вы лучше узнали творчество артиста Bob Dylan . Эта интерпретация слов песни, включает скрытые смыслы и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «Caribbean Wind» — это не просто строчки, а личный прожитый опыт, который Bob Dylan передаёт нам, чтобы раскрыть все грани своей личности.
Bob Dylan - "Caribbean Wind"
Lyrics to Caribbean Wind : She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross. I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy. Told about Jesus, told about the rain, She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy. Was she a child or a woman, I cant say which From one to another she could to easily switch We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach. Could I been used and played as a pawn' It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech. And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, Bringing everything thats 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 over by the door, And you know hes 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, There were payments due and he was a little behind. The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head, Ceiling fan broken, theres a heat in my bed, Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee." We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring, She said, "I know what youre thinking, but there aint a thing You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree." And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, Bringing everything thats near to me nearer to the fire. Atlantic City by the cold grey sea I hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think its for me, But its only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call. Every new messenger brings evil report Bout armies on the march and time that is short And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls. Would I have married her' I dont know, I suppose. She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin on. I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin, I saw a house in the country being torn from within. I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond. And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, Bringing everything thats near to me nearer to the fire. [ Caribbean Wind Lyrics ]
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