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    DYLAN BOB
    
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    From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon)
    
    Title:				MY BACK PAGES		            (B. Dylan)
    
    		E E5 E E5
    		
    	    E       C#m        G#m                       A      B      E     E5
    	    Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped
    	    E         C#m      G#m                 A           B
    	    Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map
    	    C#m                      G#m          A               B
    	    We'll meet our own edges soon said I, proud me beaded brow
    
    
    		           E             A     E
    	    CHORUS: Ah but I was so much older then
    		        A       B         E   E5 E E5
    		    I'm younger than that now.
    
    
    	    E         C#m       G#m              A        B      E     E5
    	    Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream
    	    E         C#m     G#m                    A               B
    	    Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed
    	    C#m                G#m             A               B
    	    Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow
    
    	    CHORUS
    
    	    E             C#m      G#m                A       B        E   E5
    	    In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
    	    E              C#m       G#m          A              B
    	    During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach
    	    C#m             G#m              A                    B
    	    Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
     
    	    CHORUS
    
    	    E               C#m       G#m                 A     B    E    E5
    	    The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect
    	    E           C#m  G#m             A               B
    	    Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect
    	    C#m              G#m                   A                    B
    	    Good and bad I define these terms, why clear, no doubt, somehow.
    
    From: tash@warp.atcon.com (Tony Ash)
    Subject: Re: Bob Dylan\My Back Pages
    
    
                            MY BACK PAGES (Dylan)
    
      D       Bm     G     D                    
    Crimson flames tied through my ears
    
             G         D    Em7      A7
    Rollin' high and mighty traps...      
    
      D           Bm     G     D
    Pounced with fire on flaming roads
    
          G      D     Em7      A7
    Using i-deas as my maps...
    
            D         F#m  G          D
    "We'll meet on edges, soon said," I,
    
     Em7         A7  Em7         A7
    Proud 'neath heated brow...
    
            D     D7       G     D
    Ah, but I was so much older then
    
         Em7      A7   G    D
    I'm young-er than that now.
    
    
    Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth,
    "Rip down all hate," I screamed,
    Lies that life is black and white
    Spoke from my skull I dreamed.
    Romantic facts of musketeers
    Foundationed deep, somehow,
    Ah, but I was so much older then,
    I'm younger than that now.
    
    Girl's faces formed the forward path
    >From phony jealousy,
    To memorizing politics
    Of ancient history.
    Flung down by corpse evangelist
    Unthought of, though, somehow,
    Ah, but I was so much older then,
    I'm younger than that now.
    
    A self-ordained professor's tongue
    Too serious to fool
    Spouted out that liberty
    Is just equality in school.
    "Equality," I spoke the word
    As if a wedding vow
    Ah, but I was so much older then,
    I'm younger than that now.
    
    
    In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
    At the mongrel dogs who teach
    Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
    In the instant that I preach.
    My pathway led by confusion boats
    Mutiny from stern to bow
    Ah, but I was so much older then,
    I'm younger than that now.
    
    Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats
    Too noble to neglect
    Deceived me into thinking
    I had something to protect.
    Good and bad, I define these terms
    Quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
    Ah, but I was so much older then,
    I'm younger than that now.
    
    
    
    
    ....I think Dylan did it in Eb...
    ....The Byrds left out the 3rd and 4th verse in their
    rendition...
    ....Amazing isn't it; a song thirty years old and still
    just as relevant today.
    
    

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