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Up To Me 1 Bob Dylan © 1974, 1976 Ram's Horn Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

19 Sep 1974 BIOGRAPH MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol.14 #9 BLOOD ON THE TAPES (b, T-520) MORE BLOOD ON THE TRACKS (b)

Blood on the Tracks session 4, NYC - 19.sep.1974, take 2 remake 3, released on BIOGRAPH Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least i heard your blue bird sing Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy I know you're long gone, i guess it must be up to me. If i'd have thought about it, i never would've done it, i guess i would've let it slide If i'd have payed attention to what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity Someone had to reach for the risin' star, i guess it was up to me. Now the Union Central is pullin' out, the orchids are in bloom I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume In fourteen months i've only smiled once and i didn't do it consciously Somebody's got to find your trail, i guess it's gonna be up to me. It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch I'd just about convinced myself, nothin' had changed that much The old rounder in the iron mask, he slipped me the master key Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me. Now i watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club I would've followed you in the door but i didn't have a ticket stub So i waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free Oh, when the dawn came over the river bridge, i knew it was up to me. The only decent thing i did when i worked as a postal clerk Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where i used to work Was i a fool or not to protect your real identity? You looked a little burned out, my friend, i thought it might be up to me. I met somebody face to face, i had to remove my hat She's everything i need and love but i can't be swayed by that It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be But she ain't gonna make a move, i guess it must be up to me. Now we heard the sermon on the mount and i knew it was too complex It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects When you bite off more than you can chew, you got to pay the penalty Somebody's got to tell the tale, i guess it must be up to me. Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird Café Crystal wanted to talk to him, i had to look the other way No i just can't rest without you, love, i need your company You ain't gonna cross the line, i guess it must be up to me. There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle She's the one you been wonderin' about but there's really nothin' much to tell We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history Somebody's got to cry some tears, i guess it must be up to me. So go on boys, play your hands, life is a pantomine The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property One of us has got to hit the road, i guess it must be up to me. If we never meet again, baby remember me How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old time melody And the harmonica around my neck i blew it for you free No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me.

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Up To Me 2

16 Sep 1974 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol.14 #2 19 Sep 1974 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol.14 #4 19 Sep 1974 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol.14 #6 19 Sep 1974 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol.14 #7

Blood On The Tracks session 1, A & R Studios, NYC - 16.sep.1974, take 1, solo Blood On The Tracks session 4, A & R Studios, NYC - 19.sep.1974, take 2, remake, with bass Blood On The Tracks session 4, A & R Studios, NYC - 19.sep.1974, take 2, remake 2, with bass Blood On The Tracks session 4, A & R Studios, NYC - 19.sep.1974, take 3, remake 2, with bass Slightly different lyrics Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least i heard your blue bird sing Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy I know you're long gone, i guess it must be up to me. If i'd thought about it, i never would've done it, i guess i would've let it slide If i'd [ payed attention to / lived my life by ] what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've die I was [just/a bit] too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity Someone had to reach for the risin' star, i guess it was up to me. The Union Central is pullin' out, [and] the orchids are in bloom I've only got [me] one good shirt left [and] it smells of stale perfume In fourteen months i've only smiled once and i didn't do it consciously Somebody's got to find your trail, i guess it must be up to me. It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch I'd just about convinced myself, [that] nothin' had changed that much The old rounder in the iron mask, [he] slipped me the master key Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me. [Well/Now] I watched you slowly disappear[ing] down into the officers' club I would've followed you [right] in the door, [but] i didn't have a ticket stub So i waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could [get/break] free When the dawn came over the river bridge, i knew it was up to me. The only decent thing i did when i worked as a postal clerk Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where i used to work Was i a fool or not [to try] to protect your [real] identity? You looked a little burned out, my friend, i thought it might be up to me. [Well/Now] I [ met somebody / finally found someone ] face to face, i had to remove my hat She's everything i need an' love but i can't be swayed by that It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be She ain't a-gonna make a move, i guess it must be up to me. We heard the sermon on the mount [and] i knew it was too complex It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects When you bite off more than you can chew, you pay the penalty Somebody's got to tell the tale, i guess it must be up to me. [Well] Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird Café Crystal wanted to talk to him, i had to look the other way Now I just can't rest without you love, i need your company [But] [I] [See] You ain't a-gonna cross the line, i guess it must be up to me. There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle She's the one you been wonderin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history Somebody's got to cry some tears, i guess it must be up to me. So go on boys, [and] play your hands, life is a pantomine The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property One of us has got to hit the road, i guess it must be up to me. An' if we never meet again, baby remember me How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old time melody And the harmonica around my neck i blew it for you free No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me.