
Date of issue: 30.09.2009
Record label: Deadline
Song language: English
Tangled Up In Blue |
Early one morning the sun was shining |
I was laying in bed |
Wondering if she’d changed at all |
If her hair was still red |
Her folks they said our lives together |
Sure was going to be rough |
They never did like Mama’s homemade dress |
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough |
And I was standing on the side of the road |
Rain falling on my shoes |
Heading out for the East Coast |
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues |
Getting through |
Tangled up in blue |
She was married when we first met |
Soon to be divorced |
I helped her out of a jam, I guess |
But I used a little too much force |
We drove that car as far as we could |
Abandoned it out West |
Split up on a dark sad night |
Both agreeing it was best |
She turned around to look at me |
As I was walking away |
I heard her say over my shoulder |
«We'll meet again someday |
On the avenue» |
Tangled up in blue |
I had a job in the great north woods |
Working as a cook for a spell |
But I never did like it all that much |
And one day the ax just fell |
So I drifted down to New Orleans |
Where I lucky was to be employed |
Working for a while on a fishing boat |
Right outside of Delacroix |
But all the while I was alone |
The past was close behind |
I seen a lot of women |
But she never escaped my mind |
And I just grew |
Tangled up in blue |
She was working in a topless place |
And I stopped in for a beer |
I just kept looking at the side of her face |
In the spotlight, so clear |
And later on, when the crowd thinned out |
I was just about to do the same |
She was standing there, in back of my chair |
Said to me «Tell me, don’t I know your name?» |
I muttered something underneath my breath |
She studied the lines on my face |
I must admit, I felt a little uneasy |
When she bent down to tie the laces |
Of my shoe |
Tangled up in blue |
She lit a burner on the stove |
And offered me a pipe |
«I thought you’d never say hello» she said |
«You look like the silent type» |
Then she opened up a book of poems |
And handed it to me |
Written by an Italian poet |
From the thirteenth century |
And every one of them words rang true |
And glowed like burning coal |
Pouring off of every page |
Like it was written in my soul |
From me to you |
Tangled up in blue |
I lived with them on Montague Street |
In a basement down the stairs |
There was music in the cafes at night |
And revolution in the air |
Then he started into dealing with slaves |
And something inside of him died |
She had to sell everything she owned |
And froze up inside |
And when it finally, the bottom fell out |
I became withdrawn |
The only thing I knew how to do |
Was to keep on keeping on |
Like a bird that flew |
Tangled up in blue |
So now I’m going back again |
I got to get to her somehow |
All the people we used to know |
They’re an illusion to me now |
Some are mathematicians |
Some are carpenter’s wives |
Don’t know how it all got started |
I don’t know what they’re doing with their lives |
But me, I’m still on the road |
A-heading for another joint |
We always did feel the same |
We just saw it from a different point |
Of view |
Tangled up in blue |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Desert Moon | 2010 |
Call It Rock N' Roll | 2010 |
Big Time | 2017 |
House Of Broken Love | 1992 |
Step On You | 1992 |
(I've Got) Something for You | 2013 |
Just for Tonight | 2013 |
Save Your Love | 1992 |
Love Is A Lie | 1991 |
Old Rose Motel | 1992 |
Maybe Someday | 1991 |
Rock Me | 1992 |
All Over Now | 1992 |
Never Let You Down | 2017 |
Stick It | 2010 |
Anyway You Want It | 2008 |
Call It Rock 'N' Roll (Love Is a Lie) | 2006 |
Big Goodbye | 1992 |
Never Change Heart | 1999 |
Lady Red Light | 1999 |