Link: [Bob Dylan]
Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.
The Times They Are A-Changin’
Bob Dylan
Come gather ‘round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times
They are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’
Who that it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times
They are a-changin’
Come senators
Congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times
They are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times
They are a-changin’
The line
It is drawn
The curse
It is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times
They are a-changin’
Like A Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime
Didn’t you
People’d call
Say
Beware doll
You’re bound to fall
You thought they were all
Kiddin’ you
You used to
Laugh about
Everybody that was
Hangin’ out
Now you don’t
Talk so loud
Now you don’t
Seem so proud
About having to be scrounging
For your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
You’ve gone to the finest school all right
Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get
Juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you
How to live all out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to
Get used to it
You said you’d never
Compromise
With the mystery tramp
But now you
Rrealize
He not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum
Of his eyes
And ask him
Do you want to
Make a deal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did
Tricks for you
You never understood
That it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people
Get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse
With your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder
A Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard
When you discover that
He really wasn’t
Where it’s at
After he took from you everything
He could steal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Life a rolling stone
Princess on the steeple
And all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’
Thinkin’ that they
Got it made
Exchangin’ all kinds of
Precious gifts and things
But you’d better take off your diamond ring
You’d better pawn it babe
You used to be
So amused
At Napoleon in rags
And the language that he used
Go to him now
He calls you
You can’t refuse
When you got nothing
You got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now
You got no secrets
To conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
