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Bringing It All Back Home session 1 - 13 january 1965, take 1
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
The trumpets play slow
But farewell Angelina
The night it is on fire
An' i must go.
There is no use in talking
And there's no need for blame
There is nothin' to prove
Everything still is the same
A table stands empty
By the edge of the stream
But farewell Angelina
The sky's changin' colors
And i must leave.
The jacks and the queens
Have forsaked the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell Angelina
The sky is folding
I'll see you after a while.
See the cross-eyed pirates sit
Perched in the sun
Shootin' tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the corporals an' neighbors
Clap an' cheer with each blast
But farewell Angelina
The sky it is trembling
An' i must leave fast.
King Kong little elves
On the roof top they dance
Valentino type tangos
While the hero's clean hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewell Angelina
The sky 's flooding over
An' i must be gone.
The camouflaged parrot
He flutters from fear
When something he doesn't know about
Suddenly appears
What cannot be imitated perfect must die
Farewell Angelina
The sky's flooding over
An' i must go where it is dry.
Machine guns are roaring
Puppets heave rocks
At misunderstood visions
An' at the faces of clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it
But farewell Angelina
The sky is erupting
An' i must go where it is quiet. 
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Recording dates & record list 
the bootleg series volumes 1-3 [rare and unreleased] 1961-1991