Thing's all right and she's all too tight
In my neighborhood she cries both day and night
I know it because I was there
It's a milestone but she's down on her luck
And she's daily salooning about to make her hard earned buck
I was there
I believe where she'd stop him if she wants time to care
I believe that she'd look upon beside him to care
And I'd go by the Lord and when she's on my way
But I don't belong there
No, I don't belong to her, I don't belong to anybody
She's my Christ forsaken angel but she don't hear me cry
She's a lone hearted mystic and she can’t carry on
When I'm there she's alright but then she's not when I'm gone
Heaven knows that the answer, she's don't calling no one
She's the way, her sailing beauty for she's mine for the one
And I lost her hesitating by temptation lest it runs
But she don't holler me but I'm not there, I'm gone
Now I'll cry tonight like I cried the night before
And I'm released on the heights in but I'll dream about the door
It's alone, she's forsaken by her fate, worse to tell
"It don't have approximation", she smiled, "Fare thee well"
Now when I’ll teach that lady I was born to love her
But she knows that the kingdom waits so high above her
And I run but I race but it's not too fast or slow
But I don’t perceive her, I'm not there, I'm gone
Well, it's all about confusion and I cry for her
Well, I don’t need anybody now beside me to tell
And it’s all affirmation I receive but it’s not
She’s adorned by the beauty but she don't like the spot and she won't
Yes, she's gone like the rainbow that shined yesterday
But now she's home beside me and I'd like her here to stay
She's a lone forsaken beauty and it's don't trust anyone
I wish I was beside her but I'm not there, I'm gone
Well, it's too hard to stay here and I don't want to leave
It’s so bad but amusing when she’s hard, too hard to leave
It’s a load, it’s a crime the way she haunt me around
But she told, “Won’t you hate me?” but [Incomprehensible]
Yes, I believe that it’s rightful, oh, I believe it in my mind
I been told like I said when I before carry on the grind
And she’s on yet she told her like I said, “Carry on”
I wish I was there to help her but I'm not there, I’m gone
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monkeyman2
Pickering: Stick to the issue, which is the lyrics to I'm Not There. Don't "poetic corpora" the rest of us. We all know the lyrics aren't in print and are subject to interpretation. Mine's different than this fellow's, but so what? You think you're an authority...well: Nail the words for us. Or nail the sounds, even if phonetically.
garyintrone
I love this comment, it's the very best.
stephanpickering
These are not the words sang by Dylan in 1967. The only take shows Dylan experimenting with melody and words on-the-spot...it remains one of the most spiritually wrenching of his poetic corpora, which began to die in 1978 when he was mentally ambushed by the psychic vampyres of the 'vineyard fellowship' in Horrorwood. By 1979's 'Slow Train Coming' he had betrayed himself, his family, his mother (her stroke was, in large part, the result of his apostasy). He became irrelevant, a caricature of himself. He may posture now in 2010, but those of us who were there in 1979 have not forgotten. STEPHAN PICKERING / Chofetz Chayim ben-Avraham