Bits & Bobs

by Ben Holland

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A free album of bits of songs by me, or full songs by Bob Dylan.

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released March 26, 2016

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Track Name: Señor (Tales of Yankee Power)
Señor, señor, can you tell me where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, señor?

Señor, señor, do you know where she is hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, señor?

There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not."

Señor, señor, I can see that painted wagon,
smell the tail of the dragon.
Can't stand the suspense anymore.
Can you tell me who to contact here, señor?

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
He said: "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."

Señor, señor, you know their hearts here as hard as leather.
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
I'm ready when you are, señor.

Señor, señor, let's overturn these tables,
Disconnect these cables.
This place don't make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, señor?
Track Name: As I went out one morning
As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around Tom Paine's,
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains.
I offer'd her my hand
She took me by the arm
I knew that very instant,
She meant to do me harm.

"Depart from me this moment,"
I told her with my voice.
Said she, "But I don't wish to,"
Said I, "But you have no choice."
"I beg you, sir," she pleaded
From the corners of her mouth,
"I will secretly accept you
And together we'll fly south."

Just then Tom Paine, himself,
Came running from across the field,
Shouting at this lovely girl
And commanding her to yield.
And as she was letting go her grip,
Up Tom Paine did run,
"I'm sorry, sir," he said to me,
"I'm sorry for what she's done."
Track Name: I dreamed I saw St Augustine
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold

Arise, arise, he cried so loud
With a voice without restraint
Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own
But go on your way accordingly
And know you're not alone

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried
Track Name: Bells of Mary
The bells of Mary tell me
They say it's late before it's dark
Well the bells of Mary tell me
They say it's late before it's dark
While she's crushing out those embers
I'm still searching for a spark

Forgive me if I tell you
Honey, you're just too hard to please
Please don't kill me when I tell you
Honey you're just too hard to please
You make me tip toe over the ocean
Crawl the desert on my knees

When I told you that I loved you
You said you'd heard it all before
When I told you that I loved you
You said you'd heard it all before
I give you my heart, my soul
You say you've been given more

Well the bells of Mary tell me
They say it's late before it's dark
Well the bells of Mary tell me
They say it's late before it's dark
While she's crushing out those embers
I'm still searching for a spark.
Track Name: Sweet Scarlett
Down in some lone valley
In a sad lonesome place
Where the wild birds do warble
Their notes to increase

Farewell sweet Scarlett
I bid thee Adieu
But I dream of sweet Scarlett
Wherever I go

Well my love she won't have me
So I understand
She wants a freeholder
Who owns a house and land

I cannot maintain her
With silver and gold
And all of the fine things
That a big house can hold

If I was a poet
And could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
That she'd understand

I'd write it by the river
Where the water overflows
But I dream of sweet Scarlett
Wherever I go
Track Name: Ballad Of A Murdered Man
Seven long years I have lived in this prison
My poor eyes have seen not much but this cell
The walls so close have broken my vision
And lately I've been wondering if I'm living in hell

Sometimes a bird would fly through the window
I'd put up a sheet to keep the bird in
Then I'd be happy if just for a short while
But it breaks my heart to hear the bird sing

For murder in the second they put me on death row
They'll put me to death though I'm an innocent man
They say innocent first until proven guilty
I say show me the proof but nobody can

Blades of grass cut through the concrete
I get to my knees and pull out a few
See myself as a child like another person
Running with my brother through the morning dew

If I make it out I'll enjoy every sunset
I'll laugh at the worst of everyones jokes
I'll smile when I catch my toe on the carpet
I'll forgive the musicians every wrong note

But if I must die let this be a lesson
My fate has been wrong too much in the past
They'll always be doubt let this be the reason
Get rid of my sentence let me be the last.
Track Name: I pity the poor Immigrant
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with every breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.

I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain,
Whose heaven is like Iron sides,
Whose tears are like rain,
Who eats but is not satisfied,
Who hears but does not see,
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me.

I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud,
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass.
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass.
Track Name: Señor (Acoustic)
Señor, señor, can you tell me where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, señor?

Señor, señor, do you know where she is hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, señor?

There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not."

Señor, señor, I can see that painted wagon,
smell the tail of the dragon.
Can't stand the suspense anymore.
Can you tell me who to contact here, señor?

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
He said: "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."

Señor, señor, you know their hearts here as hard as leather.
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
I'm ready when you are, señor.

Señor, señor, let's overturn these tables,
Disconnect these cables.
This place don't make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, señor?