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0f war and peace the truth just
twists Its curfew gull It glides
Upon four legged forest clouds

The cowboy angel rides
Upon four legged forest clouds

The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun

Though its glow is waxed in black

All except when 'neath

the trees of Eden
the lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached, To curbs
neath holes where babies wail

Though it shadows metal badge
Its iron claws attached, To curbs
neath holes where babies wail

Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall

With a crashing but meaningless

blow, No sound ever comes

from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head
in sand, And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's

gone deaf, But still remains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's

gone deaf. But still remains
Upon the beach
where hound dogs bay

At ships with tattooed sails

Heading for the Gates of Eden
With atime-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks

Side saddle on the Golden Calf
Sits with Utopian hermit monks

Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise

You will not hear a laugh
All except inside
the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings, To
those condemned to act accordingly

And wait for succeeding kings
They whisper in the wings, To

those condemned to act accordingly

And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs

The lonesome sparrow sings

There are no kings

inside the Gates of Eden
Two wheeled gypsy queen, And
her silver studded phantom cause

The gray flannel dwarf to scream
as he weeps to wicked birds of prey
who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins

inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience In the
precious wind they rot, while paupers
change possessions each one

wishing for what the other has got
precious wind they rot, while paupers
change possessions each one

wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter

inside the Gates of Eden
As friends and other strangers

From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do
but die, And there are no trials

inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me, And
tells me of her dreams with no
attempts to shovel the glimpse Into

the ditch ofwhat each one means
tells me of her dreams with no
attempts to shovel the glimpse Into

the ditch ofwhat each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths

outside the Gates of Eden
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Title
Gates Of Eden
Artist
Bob Dylan
Brand
Dream Catcher
Code
DCK931-03
Genres
country rock, folk, folk rock, roots rock, singer-songwriter, folk rock