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Changing of the Guards

Bob Dylan1978年6月15日

Changing of the Guards 歌詞

Changing of the Guards - Bob Dylan

Sixteen years

 

Sixteen years

 

Sixteen banners united over the field

 

Where the good shepherd grieves

 

Desperate men desperate women divided

Spreading their wings neath the falling leaves

 

Fortune calls

 

I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace

 

Merchants and thieves hungry for power my last deal gone down

 

She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born

 

On midsummer's eve near the tower

 

The cold-blooded moon

 

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication

 

The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid

They shaved her head

 

She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale

I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow

 

Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil

 

I stumbled to my feet

 

I rode past destruction in the ditches

 

With the stitches still mending neath a heart-shaped tattoo

 

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

 

Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you

The palace of mirrors

 

Where dog soldiers are reflected

The endless road and the wailing of chimes

The empty rooms where her memory is protected

 

Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times

 

She wakes him up

 

Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking

Near broken chains mountain laurel and rolling rocks

 

She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking

He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks

 

Gentlemen he said "I don't need your organization

I've shined your shoes I've moved your mountains

And marked your cards but Eden is burning

 

Either brace yourself for elimination or else

 

Your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards"

 

Peace will come

 

With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire

 

But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall

 

And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating

 

 

Between the King and the Queen of Swords