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Caribbean Wind 1Bob Dylan © 1985 Special Rider Music(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com) |
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Rehearsal, Rundown Studios, Santa Monica CA - 23.sep.1980, TBS Vol.13, track 4-10
She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense
I dont think shed ever known about innocence
I's playin' a show in Miami in the theater of mystery.
Told her about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the vision, told me about the pain
That had risen from the ashes and abided in her memory
Was she a virtuous woman? i really cant say
Somethin' about her said, trust me anyway
As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.
I pretended to be sleepin' and he thought i was
But i was only payin' attention like a rattlesnake does
When he's hearin' footsteps tramplin' on the flowers.
The Caribbean winds still blow from Mexico to Curaao
From Chinatown to the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on the iron waves so bold and free
Bringin' everyone that's near to me closer to the fire.
Well our shadows drew closer 'til they touched on the floor
Prodigal son waitin' close to the door
Preaching of sanity, he's waitin' for the night to arrive.
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
She had left him to die in there
But i knew i could get him out while he still was alive.
Well there's stars on the balcony, flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan's broken, theres heat in my bed
Street band playin', "Nearer My God To Thee."
She looked into my eyes, i hear the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinkin' but there ain't a thing
You can do about it so you might as well let it be."
And the Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico down to Curaao
From Chinatown to the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringin' everything that ever was once close to me closer to the fire.
Atlantic City by the cruel sea
I hear a voice crying "Daddy", i always think its for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that calls.
Every new messenger bringin' evil reports
About armies that are riotin', and excuses are short
And them ugly gargoyles and hate words written on walls.
Would I have married her? I don't know i suppose
She had bells in her braids, fire in her clothes
But the curtain was risin', like they say, the show must go on.
And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom
I's gonna say, "Come on with me, i got plenty of room"
But i knew i'd be lyin' and besides she had already gone.
And the Caribbean wind still blows from Curaao to Mexico
From Chinatown to the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free
Bringin' everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
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Caribbean Wind 2 |
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Fox Warfield Theater, San Francisco CA - 12.nov.1980, TBS Vol.13, track 2-15
Anyway, this is a song called ... It's a new song I wrote a while back.
I'm gonna try and do it as good as I can.
There's somebody important here tonight who wants to hear it, so we'll give it our best.
[That "somebody important" is known to be Paul Williams, who had requested the song backstage.]
She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense
And then [ i look for the lord ]? over the fence
Playin' a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
Told her about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the vision, told me about the pain
That had risen from the ashes and abided in her memory.
Was she a child or a woman? i really can't say
Something about her said, trust me anyway
As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.
What if i'm used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
But victory was mine, and i held it with the help of God's power.
And the Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico
From the circle of light to the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringin' everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Shadows drew closer as we touched on the floor
Prodigal son sittin' next to the door
Preachin' resistance, waitin' for the night to arrive.
He was well connected but his heart was a snare
'Cause she had left him to die in there
And i knew he could get out while he still was alive.
Stars on my balcony, buzz in my head
Stay on my pillow, heat in my bed
Street band playin', "Nearer My God To Thee."
Meetin' at the steeple[?] where the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinkin' but there ain't a thing
You can do about it so you might as well agree to agree."
And that Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley Coast into my backyard
Fannin' down your love to the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringin' everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic City by the cruel sea
I hear a voice crying "Daddy", i always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that calls.
Every new messenger bringing evil report
Of riotin' armies and time that is short
And earthquakes and train wrecks and death[?] threats scribbled on walls.
Would I have married her? I don't know, i suppose
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
The curtain was risin' and like they say, the ship will sail at dawn.
And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom
I's gonna say, "Come on with me girl, I got plenty of room"
But i know i'd be lyin' and besides she had already gone.
And that Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles
We never plan[?] to that furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringin' everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
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Caribbean Wind 3 |
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Shot Of Love session 3, Studio 55, Los Angeles CA - 31.mar.1981, GBS Vol. 1
She was well rehearsed, fair brown and blonde
She had friends who was busboys and friends in the Pentagon
Playin' a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
Talked in the shadows where they talked in the rain
I could tell she was still feelin' the pain
Pain of rejection, pain of infidelity.
Was she a child or a woman? I can't say which
One to another she could easily switch
Couples were dancin' an' i lost track of the hours.
He was well prepared, i knew he was
Paying attention like a rattlesnake does
When he's hearin' footsteps tramplin' over his flowers.
And that Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire
An' them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
She looked into my soul through the clothes that i wore
She said, "We got a mutual friend standin' at the door
Yeah, you know he's got our best interest in mind."
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
Here were payments due and he was a little behind.
Well i slept in a hotel where flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan was broken, there was heat in my bed
Street band playin', "Nearer My God To Thee."
We met in secret where we drank from a spring
She said, "I know what you're thinkin' but there ain't a thing
We can do about it so we might as well let it be."
The Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire
An' them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic City, two years to the day
I hear a voice cryin', "Daddy" and i looked that way
But it's only the silence on the buttermilk hills that call.
Every new messenger bringin' evil report
'Bout riotin' armies and time that is short
An' earthquakes and train wrecks and hate words scribbled on wall.
Would i have married her? I don't know i suppose
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
But i heard my mirrored destiny said to be movin' on.
And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom
For the sake of "Come on with me girl, i got plenty of room"
But i knew i'd be lyin' and besides she had already gone.
And that Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Circle of ice to the furnace of desire
And them busy ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
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Caribbean Wind 4 |
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Shot Of Love session 12, Clover Recorders, Los Angeles CA - 11.apr.1981, Biograph version
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playin' a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me 'bout the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the men who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously.
Was she a child or an angel? did we go too far?
Were we sniper bait? did we follow a star
Through the hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach?
Could i have been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
When men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech.
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound loose
Redeemed men who have escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, waitin' on the night to arrive.
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
He was goin' down slow, just barely stayin' alive.
The cry of the peacock, flies buzz in my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's heat in my bed
Street band playin', "Nearer My God to Thee."
We met at the station where the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinkin' but there ain't a thing
You can do about it so let us just agree to agree."
And the Caribbean wind still blows from Nassau to Mexico
Fannin' the flames on the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying "Daddy", i always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that calls.
Every new messenger bringin' evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
An' famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the walls.
Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain?
Did you ever meet your accuser face to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes that i won't forget as long as she's gone.
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil poundin' on tin
I see a house in the country bein' torn from within
I can hear my ancestors callin' from the land far beyond.
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fannin' the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
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Caribbean Wind 5 |
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Alternate lyrics - 1981?
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy.
Was she a child or a woman? I can't say which
From one to another she could to easily switch
We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach.
Could I been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech.
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
She said, "We got a mutual friend over by the door
And you know he's got our best interest in mind."
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
There were payments due and he was a little behind.
The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee."
We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic City by the cruel sea
I hear a voice crying, "Daddy" I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
Every new messenger brings evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and hate words written upon walls.
Would I have married her? I don't know, I suppose.
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin' on.
I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin
I saw a house in the country being torn from within
I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond.
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
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Recording dates & record list | 23 Sep 1980 1 | TROUBLE NO MORE: THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 13 / 1979-1981 (DE) #2 |
| 12 Nov 1980 2 | TROUBLE NO MORE: THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 13 / 1979-1981 (DE) |
| A MUSICAL RETROSPECTIVE (bootleg) | |
| 31 Mar 1981 3 | THE GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES (3cd pak bootleg) |
| 11 Apr 1981 4 | BIOGRAPH |
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