Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Own Version of You, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Song language: English
My Own Version of You |
| All through the summers, into January |
| I’ve been visiting morgues and monasteries |
| Looking for the necessary body parts |
| Limbs and livers and brains and hearts |
| I’ll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do |
| I’m gonna create my own version of you |
| Well, it must be the winter of my discontent |
| I wish you’d’ve taken me with you wherever you went |
| They talk all night and they talk all day |
| Not for a minute, do I believe anything they say |
| I’m gon' bring someone to life, someone I’ve never seen |
| You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean |
| I’ll take the scar-faced Pacino and the Godfather Brando |
| Mix it up in a tank, and get a robot commando |
| If I do it up right and put the head on straight |
| I’ll be saved by the creature that I create |
| I’ll get blood from a cactus, gunpowder from ice |
| I don’t gamble with cards and I don’t shoot no dice |
| Can you look in my face with your sightless eye? |
| Can you cross your heart and hope to die? |
| I’ll bring someone to life, someone for real |
| Someone who feels the way that I feel |
| I study Sanskrit and Arabic to improve my mind |
| I wanna do things for the benefit of all mankind |
| I say to the willow tree, «Don't weep for me» |
| I’m saying the hell with all things that used to be |
| Well, I’m get into trouble, then I hit the wall |
| No place to turn, no place at all |
| I’ll pick a number between a-one and two |
| And I ask myself, «What would Julius Caesar do?» |
| I’ll bring someone to life in more ways than one |
| Don’t matter how long it takes, it’ll be done when it’s done |
| I’m gon' make you play the piano like Leon Russell |
| Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle |
| I’ll play every number that I can play |
| I’ll see you maybe on Judgment Day |
| After midnight, if you still wanna meet |
| I’ll be at the Black Horse Tavern on Armageddon Street |
| Two doors down, not that far to walk |
| I’ll hear your footsteps, you won’t have to knock |
| I’ll bring someone to life, balance the scales |
| I’m not gonna get involved in any insignificant details |
| You can bring it to St. Peter |
| You can bring it to Jerome |
| You can bring it all the way over |
| Bring it all the way home |
| Bring it to the corner where the children play |
| You can bring it to me on a silver tray |
| I’ll bring someone to life, spare no expense |
| Do it with decency and common sense |
| Can you tell me what it means, to be or not to be? |
| You won’t get away with fooling me |
| Can you help me walk that moonlight mile? |
| Can you give me the blessings of your smile? |
| I’ll bring someone to life, use all of my powers |
| Do it in the dark, in the wee small hours |
| I can see the history of the whole human race |
| It’s all right there, it’s carved into your face |
| Should I break it all down? |
| Should I fall on my knees? |
| Is there light at the end of the tunnel, can you tell me please? |
| Stand over there by the cypress tree |
| Where the Trojan women and children were sold into slavery |
| Long before the first Crusade |
| Way back before England or America were made |
| Step right into the burning hell |
| Where some of the best-known enemies of mankind dwell |
| Mr. Freud with his dreams, Mr. Marx with his ax |
| See the raw hide lash rip the skin from their backs |
| Got the right spirit, you can feel it you can hear it |
| You’ve got what they call the immortal spirit |
| You can feel it all night, you can feel it in the morn |
| It creeps in your body, the day you were born |
| One strike of lightning is all that I need |
| And a blast of electricity that runs at top speed |
| Shimmy your ribs, I’ll stick in the knife |
| Gonna jump-start my creation to life |
| I wanna bring someone to life, turn back the years |
| Do it with laughter and do it with tears |