Down A Dead End Street (Tribute to Bob Dylan)

by Chris Taylor

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1.
What was it you wanted? Tell me again so I’ll know What’s happening in there What’s going on in your show What was it you wanted Could you say it again? I’ll be back in a minute You can get it together by then What was it you wanted You can tell me, I’m back We can start it all over Get it back on the track You got my attention Go ahead, speak What was it you wanted When you were kissing my cheek? Was there somebody looking When you give me that kiss Someone there in the shadows Someone that I might have missed? Is there something you needed Something I don’t understand What was it you wanted Do I have it here in my hand? Whatever you wanted Slipped out of my mind Would you remind me again If you’d be so kind Has the record been breaking Did the needle just skip Is there somebody waiting Was there a slip of the lip? What was it you wanted I ain’t keeping score Are you the same person That was here before? Is it something important? Maybe not What was it you wanted? Tell me again I forgot Whatever you wanted What could it be Did somebody tell you That you could get it from me Is it something that comes natural Is it easy to say Why do you want it Who are you anyway? Is the scenery changing Am I getting it wrong Is the whole thing going backwards Are they playing our song? Where were you when it started Do you want it for free What was it you wanted Are you talking to me? Copyright © 1989 by Special Rider Music
2.
A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes I’m looking up into the sapphire-tinted skies I’m well dressed, waiting on the last train Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose People are crazy and times are strange I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range I used to care, but things have changed This place ain’t doing me any good I’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood Just for a second there I thought I saw something move Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through People are crazy and times are strange I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range I used to care, but things have changed I’ve been walking forty miles of bad road If the Bible is right, the world will explode I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can Some things are too hot to touch The human mind can only stand so much You can’t win with a losing hand Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street People are crazy and times are strange I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range I used to care, but things have changed I hurt easy, I just don’t show it You can hurt someone and not even know it The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity Gonna get low down, gonna fly high All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie I’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake I’m not that eager to make a mistake People are crazy and times are strange I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range I used to care, but things have changed Copyright © 1999 by Special Rider Music
3.
Man Of Peace 06:28
Look out your window, baby, there’s a scene you’d like to catch The band is playing “Dixie,” a man got his hand outstretched Could be the Führer Could be the local priest You know sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue He knows every song of love that ever has been sung Good intentions can be evil Both hands can be full of grease You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, first he’s in the background, then he’s in the front Both eyes are looking like they’re on a rabbit hunt Nobody can see through him No, not even the Chief of Police You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, he catch you when you’re hoping for a glimpse of the sun Catch you when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton He could be standing next to you The person that you’d notice least I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull I can smell something cooking I can tell there’s going to be a feast You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace He’s a great humanitarian, he’s a great philanthropist He knows just where to touch you, honey, and how you like to be kissed He’ll put both his arms around you You can feel the tender touch of the beast You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, the howling wolf will howl tonight, the king snake will crawl Trees that’ve stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall Wanna get married? Do it now Tomorrow all activity will cease You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Somewhere Mama’s weeping for her blue-eyed boy She’s holding them little white shoes and that little broken toy And he’s following a star The same one them three men followed from the East I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Copyright © 1983 by Special Rider Music
4.
They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones ’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train Moving with a simple twist of fate A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin’ by the arcade As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate He woke up, the room was bare He didn’t see her anywhere He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait Once more for a simple twist of fate People tell me it’s a sin To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring She was born in spring, but I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music
5.
You may be an ambassador to England or France You may like to gamble, you might like to dance You may be the heavyweight champion of the world You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You may be a construction worker working on a home You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome You might own guns and you might even own tanks You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You may be a preacher full of spiritual pride You maybe working as a dishwasher, maybe a young bride You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you might know how to cut hair You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody Might like to drink whiskey, might like to blow smoke Might have money and power, you might be broke You may thing you're living, you may think your dead You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a feather-bed But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody Copyright © 1979 by Special Rider Music
6.
Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin’ down You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don’t know how to smile Your baby’s eyes look crazy They’re a-tuggin’ at your sleeve Your baby’s eyes look crazy They’re a-tuggin’ at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there’s anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain’t a-got no friend Your babies are crying louder It’s pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder now It’s pounding on your brain Your wife’s screams are stabbin’ you Like the dirty drivin’ rain Your grass it is turning black There’s no water in your well Your grass is turning black There’s no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun That’s hangin’ on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin’ And your legs can’t seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin’ And your legs can’t seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you’re holdin’ in your hand There’s seven breezes a-blowin’ All around the cabin door There’s seven breezes a-blowin’ All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean’s pounding roar There’s seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There’s seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There’s seven new people born Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music
7.
Seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying, “This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem” I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, I heard that hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell See them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming See the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning Hear that undertaker’s bell Nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell There’s a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He’s dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There’s a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, God is in His heaven And we all want what’s his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I’m gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Copyright © 1983 by Special Rider Music
8.
Crickets are chirpin’, the water is high There’s a soft cotton dress on the line hangin’ dry Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze Not a word of goodbye, not even a note She gone with the man In the long black coat Somebody seen him hanging around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask Somebody said from the Bible he’d quote There was dust on the man In the long black coat Preacher was a talkin’, there’s a sermon he gave He said every man’s conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it’s you who must keep it satisfied It ain’t easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat She gave her heart to the man In the long black coat There are no mistakes in life some people say It is true sometimes you can see it that way But people don't live or die, people just float She went with the man In the long black coat There’s smoke on the water, it’s been there since June Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force Somebody is out there beating a dead horse She never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote She gone with the man In the long black coat Copyright © 1989 by Special Rider Music
9.
Pressing On 04:30
Well I’m pressing on Yes, I’m pressing on Well I’m pressing on To the higher calling of my Lord Many try to stop me, shake me up in my mind Say, “Prove to me that He is Lord, show me a sign” What kind of sign they need when it all come from within When what’s lost has been found, what’s to come has already been? Well I’m pressing on Yes, I’m pressing on Well I’m pressing on To the higher calling of my Lord Shake the dust off of your feet, don’t look back Nothing now can hold you down, nothing that you lack Temptation’s not an easy thing, Adam given the devil reign Because he sinned I got no choice, it run in my vein Well I’m pressing on Yes, I’m pressing on Well I’m pressing on To the higher calling of my Lord Copyright © 1980 by Special Rider Music

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I've been a mega-fan of Bob Dylan since 1989. I came to his music late in the game but it was Oh Mercy that caught my attention and since then I've purchased just about everything he's released and have dozens of bootlegs and have heard studio session tapes from different albums throughout the years. I've been playing 2-3 hour shows of nothing but Bob Dylan songs... just as a whim. So it only seemed a natural next step to record them and release them to you. It was impossible to pick only 9 of my favorite Dylan songs, so I just started recording and these were the first 9 I finished. There are way too many songs I didn't choose, I figured they were best listened to by the master himself. Here are nine of my favorites & hopefully soon to be nine of your favorites too! If, for some reason you've never been a fan of Bob Dylan but like my music... don't miss this opportunity to see what I see in his music. It's just a glimpse but oh, what a picture he paints! Oh... in case you're wondering, the title of this album came from a song on his Down In The Groove album, Ninety Miles An Hour (Down a Dead End Street) written by: H. Blair and D. Robertson. It jumped out at me...

Check out this recent interview with myself and my favorite Irish Wiseman, Steve Stockman, all about the making of Down A Dead End Street:

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released October 27, 2017

The Setting Sons:
Chris Taylor: vocals, guitars, percussion, keyboards, loops
Mitchell Connell: electric guitars
Jeff Elbel: fretted and fretless bass
Anthony Gravley: drums on Man of Peace
Val Cronk: pedal steel

Recorded, Produced and Mixed by Chris Taylor
Mastered by Bruce Neher at Disc & Dat

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My name is Chris Taylor. I play music and create visual art and find joy in the process.

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