Bob Dylan's DreamWhile riding on a train goin' west,I fell asleep for to take my rest.I dreamed a dream that made me sad,Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.With half-damp eyes I stared to the roomWhere my friends and I spent many an afternoon,Where we together weathered many a storm,Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,Our words were told, our songs were sung,Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfiedTalkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,We never thought we could ever get old.We thought we could sit forever in funBut our chances really was a million to one.As easy it was to tell black from white,It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.And our choices were few and the thought never hitThat the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.How many a year has passed and gone,And many a gamble has been lost and won,And many a road taken by many a friend,And each one I've never seen again.I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,That we could sit simply in that room again.Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. The Freewheelin'...
This video was filmed in the summer of 2004 in Seattle's International District, Beacon Hill and Capitol Hill locations. Blue Scholars, a Seattle hip hop duo, self-released their self-titled LP in 2004 and an EP, Blue Scholars -...
Don't Think Twice It's AlrightIt ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIt don't matter, anyhowAn' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIf you don't know by nowWhen your rooster crows at the break of dawnLook out your window and I'll be goneYou're the reason I'm trav'lin' onDon't think twice, it's all rightIt ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeThat light I never knowedAn' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeI'm on the dark side of the roadStill I wish there was somethin' you would do or sayTo try and make me change my mind and stayWe never did too much talkin' anywaySo don't think twice, it's all rightIt ain't no use in callin' out my name, galLike you never did beforeIt ain't no use in callin' out my name, galI can't hear you any moreI'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the roadI once loved a woman, a child I'm toldI give her my heart but she wanted my soulBut don't think twice, it's all rightI'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babeWhere I'm bound, I can't tellBut goodbye's too good a word, galSo I'll just say fare thee wellI ain't sayin' you treated me unkindYou could have done better but I don't mindYou just kinda wasted my precious timeBut don't think twice, it's all right The Freewheelin'...
I Shall Be FreeWell, I took me a woman late last night,I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.She took off her wheel, took off her bell,Took off her wig, said, The Freewheelin'...
Talkin' World War III BluesSome time ago a crazy dream came to me,I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,I went to the doctor the very next dayTo see what kinda words he could say.He said it was a bad dream.I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.I said, The Freewheelin'...
A Hard Rain's A Gonna FallOh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',I saw a white ladder all covered with water,I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?And what did you hear, my darling young one?I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?Who did you meet, my darling young one?I met a young child beside a dead pony,I met a white man who walked a black dog,I met a young woman whose body was burning,I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,I met one man who was wounded in love,I met another man who was wounded with hatred,And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,Where black is the color, where none is the number,And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',But I'll know my song well before I start singin',And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. The Freewheelin'...
Blowin' In The WindHow many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.How many years can a mountain existBefore it's washed to the sea?Yes, 'n' how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be free?Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,Pretending he just doesn't see?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind. The Freewheelin'...
Corrina, CorrinaCorrina, Corrina,Gal, where you been so long?Corrina, Corrina,Gal, where you been so long?I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,Baby, please come home.I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.I got a bird that whistles,I got a bird that sings.But I ain' a-got Corrina,Life don't mean a thing.Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.Corrina, Corrina,Gal, you're on my mind.I'm a-thinkin' 'bout you, baby,I just can't keep from crying. The Freewheelin'...
Oxford TownOxford Town, Oxford TownEv'rybody's got their heads bowed downThe sun don't shine above the groundAin't a-goin' down to Oxford TownHe went down to Oxford TownGuns and clubs followed him downAll because his face was brownBetter get away from Oxford TownOxford Town around the bendHe come in to the door, he couldn't get inAll because of the color of his skinWhat do you think about that, my frien'?Me and my gal, my gal's sonWe got met with a tear gas bombI don't even know why we comeGoin' back where we come fromOxford Town in the afternoonEv'rybody singin' a sorrowful tuneTwo men died 'neath the Mississippi moonSomebody better investigate soonOxford Town, Oxford TownEv'rybody's got their heads bowed downThe sun don't shine above the groundAin't a-goin' down to Oxford Town The Freewheelin'...
Girl Of The North CountryWell, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,Remember me to one who lives there.She once was a true love of mine.Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,When the rivers freeze and summer ends,Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,To keep her from the howlin' winds.Please see for me if her hair hangs long,If it rolls and flows all down her breast.Please see for me if her hair hangs long,That's the way I remember her best.I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.Many times I've often prayedIn the darkness of my night,In the brightness of my day.So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,Remember me to one who lives there.She once was a true love of mine. The Freewheelin'...
Honey, Just Allow Me One More ChanceHoney, just allow me one more chanceTo get along with you.Honey, just allow me one more chance,Ah'll do anything with you.Well, I'm a-walkin' down the roadWith my head in my hand,I'm lookin' for a womanNeeds a worried man.Just-a one kind favor I ask you,'Low me just-a one more chance.Honey, just allow me one more chanceTo ride your aeroplane.Honey, just allow me one more chanceTo ride your passenger train.Well, I've been lookin' all overFor a gal like you,I can't find nobodySo you'll have to do.Just-a one kind favor I ask you,'Low me just-a one more chance.Honey, just allow me one more chanceTo get along with you.Honey, just allow me one more chance,Ah'll do anything with you.Well, lookin' for a womanThat ain't got no man,Is just lookin' for a needleThat is lost in the sand.Just-a one kind favor I ask you,'Low me just-a one more chance. The Freewheelin'...
Masters Of WarCome you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets flyLike Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drainYou fasten the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansionAs young people's bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mudYou've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsHow much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youEven Jesus would neverForgive what you doLet me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soulAnd I hope that you dieAnd your death'll come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand o'er your grave'Til I'm sure that you're dead The Freewheelin'...
Down The HighwayWell, I'm walkin' down the highwayWith my suitcase in my hand.Yes, I'm walkin' down the highwayWith my suitcase in my hand.Lord, I really miss my baby,She's in some far-off land.Well, your streets are gettin' empty,Lord, your highway's gettin' filled.And your streets are gettin' emptyAnd your highway's gettin' filled.Well, the way I love that woman,I swear it's bound to get me killed.Well, I been gamblin' so long,Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.Yes, I been gamblin' so long,Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.Right now I'm havin' trouble,Please don't take away my highway shoes.Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby,Or I'm bound to die tryin'.Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, baby,Lord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin'.Well, meet me in the middle of the oceanAnd we'll leave this ol' highway behind.Well, the ocean took my baby,My baby stole my heart from me.Yes, the ocean took my baby,My baby took my heart from me.She packed it all up in a suitcase,Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.So, I'm a-walkin' down your highwayJust as far as my poor eyes can see.Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highwayJust as far as my eyes can see.From the Golden Gate BridgeAll the way to the Statue of Liberty. The Freewheelin'...
On Day Two of the Democratic National Convention, we highlight the push to make this the greenest political convention ever. Check out this unique bike sharing program. Freewheelin - The...
Album: Freewheelin' (1973)I read somewhere that this album flopped because the performers were so ugly. Weird. Fabulous...
a clip from the old school movie FREEWHEELIN '77...
Margot MacDonald's Freewheelin'. THE STATE THEATRE Falls Church VA - Hope Line Benefit Concert 2008. W/ Ken Barnum, KC Hatton, Jeff Franca. www.myspace.com/margotmacdonald FREEWHEELIN' ~...
Subject: Off-road Cycling Length: Part 1 & 2 = 7mins; Total = 15mins They're called FREEWHEELIN' --...
Bob Dylan's BluesWell, the Lone Ranger and TontoThey are ridin' down the lineFixin' ev'rybody's troublesEv'rybody's 'cept mineSomebody musta tol' 'emThat I was doin' fineOh you five and ten cent womenWith nothin' in your headsI got a real gal I'm lovin'And Lord I'll love her till I'm deadGo away from my door and my window tooRight nowLord, I ain't goin' down to no race trackSee no sports car runI don't have no sports carAnd I don't even care to have oneI can walk anytime around the blockWell, the wind keeps a-blowin' meUp and down the streetWith my hat in my handAnd my boots on my feetWatch out so you don't step on meWell, lookit here buddyYou want to be like mePull out your six-shooterAnd rob every bank you can seeTell the judge I said it was all rightYes! The Freewheelin'...
The Freewheelin'Tornados en la diada de Sant Jordi del 2006. Tocando en la azotea de la Casa Ramos en plaza Lesseps. Bye Bye! The...
An entry into the 48-hour film project. Freewheelin'
WWW.MYSPACE.COM/EMERGENCYPLAYGROUND FACEBOOK GROUP: DR SHOCKS EMERGENCY PLAYGROUNDEMERGENCY PLAYGROUND & DR. SHOCKREVIVE THE ASTORIA FOR ONE LAST MUSICAL EXPERIMENTFEATURING:DAN LE SAC VS SCROOBIUS PIP / THE CLIK CLIK / EDDY TEMPLE MORRIS CHEEBA / THE FREEWHEELIN TROUBADOURPLUS CABARET & AMUSEMENTS:DR GORES MADNESS & MAGIC (BRITAINS GOT TALENT)PETE THE STREET MAGICIAN / PEARL & DENNIE / DR. SHOCKS COCKTAIL BAR6TH NOVEMBER, ASTORIA 29pm 2am / ADVANCED £12.50 DOOR £15Message The Freewheelin' Troubadour via www.myspace.com/thefreewheelintroubadour or comment below for £12.50 on the door cheaplist instead of £15.x DR SHOCKS...
1978 Ford Commercial - Free Wheelin' 1978 Ford...
Free Wheelin' - Jill'z Jazz Combo Live @ The Music Village Jazz Club, Brussels Belgium, Nov '07. Thomas Vincke (drums) , Thomas van Ingelgem (sax) , Wim de Busser (piano) , Jill Delien (bass). Contact? www.myspace.com/jazzyjillbass Free Wheelin' -...
Denver, August 26th, 2008 - M.S. Bellows interviews one of the workers at a Freewheelin - a bike lending program that lets anyone with an ID and a credit card (for security only) borrow a bicycle free of charge during the convention. Freewheelin has seven Freewheelin Bike...
A rocking bloc party slide show of Freewheelin at the Democratic and Republican national conventions. I'm a big fan of the program, you can find out more about it here.http://www.freewheelinwaytogo.com/communityWatch in High Quality!Created using Adobe Premiere, Animoto, Rock You, Adobe After Effects, and Daniusoft Media. Freewheelin...
Iron Horses Free Wheelin
02.10.08The World Turns (Spoken) followed by Casual Friday The Freewheelin'...
This is a slient film that was created for a Communications and Society class at Huntington University. Written by Dirk Walker and directed/edited by Jason Eberly. Free Wheelin'
Freewheelin coverage from the DNC and RNC Freewheelin at...
Not the best of videos, shot from hand-held cam. Jeff Christie plays at Hamburg in September 2007. This was the first time he performed this song on stage. Jeff Christie:...
Rolling down a big assed mountain in Taiwan without the engines on. Freewheelin
This is a Lampshade Drama original. Lyrics and Music written and composed by both Jim Karagiannis and Matt Hoffman. Enjoooooy! Lampshade Drama -...
Music Video for Blue Scholars-...
09.08.08The World TurnsThe marching man in the marching band, plays his song and claps his hands,my mhost draws traces in the sand,the world it turns regardless.A loveless bride to be she weeps, unanswered calls from Shepherd's sheep,get herded down a path that's meek,by using the same barber.Half full or empty is indescript,it holds irrelevance in this defining trip, where tears down cheeks they slowly driptry not to fall, but beware of the slip, removed from your chest its your heart that's ripped,The painting remains unsigned. Women lose spines on Atkins diet, tell their children to be quiet,the angst-filled Anglophile starts a riot,he gives the wall a pasting.Them magazines make you see the way,it is you're meant to be, they say,just don't think twice and walk away,the Priest will keep on preaching.Jokers will always dent your pride,whilst Thieves take call girls for a ride, as curtains draw, he slips inside, the sordid seeds they're spreading.Sav takes a pull and strums a tune, as summer nights arrive too soon, funeral attendees fill the room, smoking cigarettes, re-doing lipstick.The church promotes it's faith as fact, but I saw his imagine in a burlap sack,Degenerated, and painted blackits statues weight is getting slack,with healing hands, its knowledge they lack,Bring the tray round, so I can sleep soundly.A tramp is sick into a bin, and begs forgiveness for his sin, a worker sips his paint stripped gin, holds signs that point to subway.The sign points up, but life goes down,as lost freewheelers roam this town,one lengthy toke removes their frowns, they no longer care where they're going.Kids get too much, wives not enough,husbands build houses, then sleep out in the roughif you can't smile then that's just tough,you play the hand you're dealt with. The concept of love leaving fit men blind,better move it quick, don't get left behind,wrap your own heart up in the ties that bind,Gold diggers dig gold in abandoned mines,hold lovers hands and stroll past pines,What's mine is yours and yours is mine, The Freewheelin'...
Freewheel Oklahoma is a bicycle ride from border to border in Oklahoma every year in June. It is a great ride. 2008 Overnight stops were in, Marietta, Sulphur, Seminole, Henryetta, Drumright, Perry, Tonkawa and finish in Caldwell Kansas. It's always a great ride. You should plan to come along in 2009. Freewheelin Oklahoma

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