Bob Dylan : Series of Dreams

Folk Rock / USA
(1991 - Columbia Records)
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1. Series of Dreams

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, numbers were burning
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams


2. Seven Curses

Old reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron chain around his neck

Old reilly’s daughter got a message
That her father was goin’ to hang
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her hand

When the judge he saw reilly’s daughter
His old eyes deepened in his head,
Sayin’, "gold will never free your father,
The price, my dear, is you instead"

"oh I’m as good as dead," cried reilly,
"it’s only you that he does crave
And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all
Get on your horse and ride away"

"oh father you will surely die
If I don’t take the chance to try
And pay the price and not take your advice
For that reason I will have to stay"

The gallows shadows shook the evening,
In the night a hound dog bayed,
In the night the grounds were groanin’,
In the night the price was paid

The next mornin’ she had awoken
To know that the judge had never spoken
She saw that hangin’ branch a-bendin’,
She saw her father’s body broken

These be seven curses on a judge so cruel:
That one doctor will not save him,
That two healers will not heal him,
That three eyes will not see him

That four ears will not hear him,
That five walls will not hide him,
That six diggers will not bury him
And that seven deaths shall never kill him

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