#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon) Title: MY BACK PAGES (B. Dylan) E E5 E E5 E C#m Abm A B E E5 Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped E C#m Abm A B Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map C#m Abm 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 Abm A B E E5 Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream E C#m Abm A B Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed C#m Abm A B Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow CHORUS E C#m Abm A B E E5 In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach E C#m Abm A B During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach C#m Abm A B Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow CHORUS E C#m Abm A B E E5 The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect E C#m Abm A B Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect C#m Abm 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. Compliments of Tony Ash(tash@warp.atcon.com) --=====================_799358827==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Regards---Tony Ash --=====================_799358827==_--
