I Contain Multitudes
Bob Dylan
Today and tomorrow
and yesterday, too, The flowers are dying like all things do.
Follow me close.
I'm going to Balian Bali I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
I fuss with my hair and I fight blood feuds.
I contain multitudes. Got a tell-tale heart,
like Mr. Poe. Got skeletons in the walls of people you know.
I'll drink to the truth
and the things we said. I'll drink to the man that shares your bed.
I'll paint landscapes and I'll paint nudes.
I contain multitudes. Red Cadillac
and a Black Mustache, Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash.
Tell me what's next,
what shall we do? Half my soul, baby, belongs to you.
I rollick and I frolic with all the young dudes.
I contain multitudes. I'm just like Anne Frank,
like Indiana Jones, And them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones.
I go right to the edge,
I go right to the end, I go right where all things lost are made good again.
I sing the songs of experience,
like William Blake. I've got no apologies to make. Everything's flowing
all at the same time. I live on a boulevard of crime. I drive fast cars while I eat fast foods.
I contain multitudes. Pink Pedal Pushers,
Red Blue-Jeans, all the pretty maids, and all the old queens,
All the old queens
from all my past lives.
I carry four pistols and two large knives.
I'm a man of contradictions. I'm a man of many moods.
I contain multitudes. You greedy old wolf,
I'll show you my heart, But not all of it,
only the hateful part. I'll sell you down the river,
I'll put a price on your head. What more can I tell you?
I sleep with life and death in the same bed. Get lost madam.
Get up off my knee. Keep your mouth away from me I'll keep the path open,
the path in my mind. I'll see to it that there's no love left behind.
I play Beethoven's sonatas, Chopin's preludes.
I contain multitudes.
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