Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Contain Multitudes, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Song language: English
I Contain Multitudes |
| Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too |
| The flowers are dyin' like all things do |
| Follow me close, I'm going to Balian Bali |
| I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me |
| I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds |
| I contain multitudes |
| Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe |
| Got skeletons in the walls of people you know |
| I'll drink to the truth and the things we said |
| I'll drink to the man that shares your bed |
| I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes |
| I contain multitudes |
| Red Cadillac and a black mustache |
| Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash |
| Tell me, what's next? |
| What shall we do? |
| Half my soul, baby, belongs to you |
| I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes |
| I contain multitudes |
| I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones |
| And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones |
| I go right to the edge, I go right to the end |
| I go right where all things lost are made good again |
| I sing the songs of experience like William Blake |
| I have no apologies to make |
| Everything's flowing all at the same time |
| I live on the boulevard of crime |
| I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods |
| I contain multitudes |
| Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans |
| All the pretty maids, and all the old queens |
| All the old queens from all my past lives |
| I carry four pistols and two large knives |
| I'm a man of contradictions, I'm a man of many moods |
| I contain multitudes |
| You greedy old wolf, I'll show you my heart |
| But not all of it, only the hateful part |
| I'll sell you down the river, I'll put a price on your head |
| What more can I tell you? |
| I sleep with life and death in the same bed |
| Get lost, madame, get up off my knee |
| Keep your mouth away from me |
| I'll keep the path open, the path in my mind |
| I'll see to it that there's no love left behind |
| I'll play Beethoven's sonatas, and Chopin's preludes |
| I contain multitudes |