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    Tempest

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    Tempest
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      About "Tempest"

      Lyrics for Bob Dylan - "Tempest"

      The pale moon rose in it's glory
      Out on the Western town
      She told a sad, sad story
      Of the great ship that went down

      T'was the fourteenth day of April
      Over the waves she rode
      Sailing into tomorrow
      To a golden age foretold

      The night was black with starlight
      The seas were sharp and clear
      Moving through the shadows
      The promised hour was near

      Lights were holding steady
      Gliding over the foam
      All the lords and ladies
      Heading for their eternal home

      The chandeliers were swaying
      From the balustrades above
      The orchestra was playing
      Songs of faded love

      The watchman, he lay dreaming
      As the ballroom dancers twirled
      He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
      Into the underworld

      Leo took his sketchbook
      He was often so inclined
      He closed his eyes and painted
      The scenery in his mind

      Cupid struck his bosom
      And broke it with a snap
      The closest woman to him
      He fell into her lap

      He heard a loud commotion
      Something sounded wrong
      His inner spirit was saying
      That he couldn't stand here long

      He staggered to the quarterdeck
      No time now to sleep
      Water on the quarterdeck
      Already three foot deep

      Smokestack was leaning sideways
      Heavy feet began to pound
      He walked into the whirlwind
      Sky splitting all around

      The ship was going under
      The universe had opened wide
      The roll was called up yonder
      The angels turned aside

      Lights down in the hallway
      Flickering dim and dull
      Dead bodies already floating
      In the double bottom hull

      The engines then exploded
      Propellers they failed to start
      The boilers overloaded
      The ship's bow split apart

      Passengers were flying
      Backward, forward, far and fast
      They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
      Each one more weary than the last

      The veil was torn asunder
      'Tween the hours of twelve and one
      No change, no sudden wonder
      Could undo what had been done

      The watchman lay there dreaming
      At fourty five degrees
      He dreamed that the Titanic was sinking
      Dropping to her knees

      Wellington he was sleeping
      His bed began to slide
      His valiant heart was beating
      He pushed the tables aside

      Glass of shattered crystal
      Lay scattered roundabout
      He strapped on both his pistols
      How long could he hold out?

      His men and his companions
      Were nowhere to be seen
      In silence there he waited for
      Time and space to intervene

      The passageway was narrow
      There was blackness in the air
      He saw every kind of sorrow
      Heard voices everywhere

      Alarm-bells were ringing
      To hold back the swelling tide
      Friends and lovers clinging
      To each other side by side

      Mothers and their daughters
      Descending down the stairs
      Jumped into the icy waters
      Love and pity sent their prayers

      The rich man, Mister Astor
      Kissed his darling wife
      He had no way of knowing
      It'd be the last trip of his life

      Calvin, Blake and Wilson
      Gambled in the dark
      Not one of them would ever live to
      Tell the tale on the disembark

      Brother rose up 'gainst brother
      In every circumstance
      They fought and slaughtered each other
      In a deadly dance

      They lowered down the lifeboats
      From the sinking wreck
      There were traitors, there were turncoats
      Broken backs and broken necks

      The bishop left his cabin
      To help others in need
      Turned his eyes up to the heavens
      Said, "The poor are yours to feed"

      Davey the brothel-keeper
      Came out dismissed his girls
      Saw the water getting deeper
      Saw the changing of his world

      Jim Dandy smiled
      He never learned to swim
      Saw the little crippled child
      And he gave his seat to him

      He saw the starlight shining
      Streaming from the East
      Death was on the rampage
      But his heart was now at peace

      They battened down the hatches
      But the hatches wouldn't hold
      They drowned upon the staircase
      Of brass and polished gold

      Leo said to Cleo
      I think I'm going mad
      But he'd lost his mind already
      Whatever mind he had

      He tried to block the doorway
      To save all those from harm
      Blood from an open wound
      Pouring down his arm

      Petals fell from flowers
      'Til all of them were gone
      In the long and dreadful hours
      The wizard's curse played on

      The host was pouring brandy
      He was going down slow
      He stayed right to the end and he
      Was the last to go

      There were many, many others
      Nameless here forever more
      They never sailed the ocean
      Or left their homes before

      The watchman, he lay dreaming
      The damage had been done
      He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
      And he tried to tell someone

      The captain, barely breathing
      Kneeling at the wheel
      Above him and beneath him
      Fifty thousand tons of steel

      He looked over at his compass
      And he gazed into its face
      Needle pointing downward
      He knew he lost the race

      In the dark illumination
      He remembered bygone years
      He read the Book of Revelation
      And he filled his cup with tears

      When the Reaper's task had ended
      Sixteen hundred had gone to rest
      The good, the bad, the rich, the poor
      The loveliest and the best

      They waited at the landing
      And they tried to understand
      But there is no understanding
      On the judgement of God's hand

      The news came over the wires
      And struck with deadly force
      Love had lost its fires
      All things had run their course

      The watchman he lay dreaming
      Of all the things that can be
      He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
      Into the deep blue sea

      SONGWRITERS:
      BOB DYLAN
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