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Too Much Of Nothing 1 Bob Dylan (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

May/Oct 1967 THE BASEMENT TAPES THE BASEMENT TAPES COMPLETE:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 11 A TREE WITH ROOTS (T-731) THE GENUINE BASEMENT TAPES Vol. 1-2 (T-308) THE GENUINE BASEMENT TAPES Vol. 3 #2 (T-222)

The Basement Tapes - may/october 1967, #1 Too much of nothing Can make a man ill at ease One man's temper rises Where another man's temper might freeze. Now it's a day of confessions We cannot mock a soul Oh, when there's too much of nothing No one has control. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Give them all my salary On the waters of oblivion. When there's too much of nothing Can cause a man to weep He can walk the streets like most an' boast But he'd like to keep. But it's all been done before It's all been written in the book And when there's too much of nothing Nobody should look. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Give them all my salary On the waters of oblivion. Now too much of nothing Can make a man a liar It can cause some man to sleep on nails It can cause others to eat fire. Everybody's doin' somethin' I've heard it in a dream But when there's too much of nothing It just makes a fellow mean. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion.

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Too Much Of Nothing 2

May/Oct 1967 THE BASEMENT TAPES COMPLETE:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 11 #2 A TREE WITH ROOTS #2 (T-731) GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3     The Third One Now (T-636) THE GENUINE BASEMENT TAPES Vol. 3 (T-222) MIXIN' UP THE MEDICINE:     The Safety Tape (T-1034) GREAT WHITE WONDER (vinyl bootleg)

The Basement Tapes - may/october 1967, #2 Too much of nothing Can make a man feel ill at ease One man's temper might rise Where the other man's temper might freeze. In the day of long confessions We cannot mock a soul Oh, when there's too much of nothing No one has control. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion. Too much of nothing Can make a man abuse a king He can walk the streets an' boast like most But he won't know a thing. Now it's all been done before It's all been written in the book But when there's too much of nothing Nobody should look. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion. Too much of nothing Can turn a man into a liar It can cause some man to sleep on nails An' another man to eat fire. Everybody's doin' somethin' I heard it in a dream But when there's too much of nothing It just makes a fellow mean. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion.