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- Peter, Paul & Mary - In The Wind Album Liner Notes Lyrics
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- (Bob Dylan)
- Snow was piled up the stairs an onto the street that first
- winter when I laid around New York City
- It was a different street then-
- It was a different village-
- Nobody had nothin-
- There was nothin t get-
- Instead a bein drawn for money you were drawn
- for other people-
- Everybody used t hang around a heat pipe poundin subterranean
- coffee house called the Gaslight-
- It was at that time buried beneath the middle a MacDougal Street-
- It was a strange place an not out a any schoolbook-
- More'n seven nites a week the cops and firemen'd storm down the
- steps handin' out summons for trumped up reasons-
- More'n five nites a week out a town bullies'd start trouble an
- everybody from John the owner t Dave the cook t Rod the cash
- register ringer t Adele the waitress t anybody who was on the
- stage t just plain friends who were hangin around would have
- t come up swingin dishes an handles an brooms an chairs an
- sometimes even swords 'at hung on the wall in order t match
- the bullies' weight an the bullies was always big bullies-
- Everybody that hung out at the Gaslight was close-
- Yuh had t be-
- In order t keep from going insane and in order t survive-
- An it can't be denied-
- It was a hangout-
- But not like the street corner-
- Down there we weren't standin lookin out at the world watchin
- girls-and findin out how they walk-
- We was lookin at each other ... and findin out about ourselves-
- It is 'f these times that I remember most sadly-
- For they're gone-
- An they'll not never come again-
- It is 'f these times I think about now-
- I think back t one a them nites when the doors was locked
- an maybe thirty or forty people sat as close t the stage as
- they could-
- It was another nite past one o'clock an that meant that the
- tourists on the street coundn't get in-
- At these hours there was no tellin what was bound t happen-
- Never never could the greatest prophesizor ever guess it-
- There was not such a thing as an audience-
- There was not such a thing as performers-
- Everybody did somethin-
- An had something t say about somethin-
- I remember Hugh who wore different kinda clothes then but
- still shouted an tongue twisted flowin lines a poetry
- that anybody who could be struck by the sounds 'f a rock
- hittin a brick wall could understand-
- I remember Luke playin his banjo and singin "East Virginia"
- with a tone as soft as the snow outside an "Mr. Garfield"
- with a bitin touch as hard as the stovepipe on the inside-
- An Dave singin "House a the Risin Sun" with his back leaned
- against the bricks an words runnin out in a lonesome
- hungry growlin whisper that any girl with her face hid in the
- dark could understand-
- Paul then was a guitar player singer comedian-
- But not the funny ha ha kind-
- His funnyness could only be defined an described by the word
- "hip" or "hyp"-
- A combination a Charlie Chaplin Jonathan Winters and Peter Lorre-
- Maybe it was that nite that somebody flicked a piece a card-
- board in fron a the tiny spotlight an he made quick jerky
- movements on the stage and everybody's eyes was seein first
- hand a silent movie for real-
- The bearded villan 'f an out a print picture-
- There aint room enuff on thepaper t tell about everybody
- that was there an exactly what they did-
- Every nite was a true high degree novel-
- Anyway it was one a these nites when Paul said
- "Yuh gotta now hear me an Peter an Mary sing"
- Mary's hair was down almost t her waist then-
- An Peter's beard was only about half grown-
- An the Gaslight stage was smaller
- An the song they sung was younger-
- But the walls shook
- An everybody smiled-
- An everybody felt good-
- An down there approval didn't come with the clappin a hands
- at the end 'f the song-
- It came burstin out anytime any way it felt like
- burstin out-
- An they were approved-
- By the people watchin 'm and by 'mselves-
- Which really was one-
- An that's where the beginnin was at-
- Inside them walls 'f a subterranean world-
- But it's a concrete kind a beginnin-
- It's concrete cause it's close-
- An that feelin aint t be forgotten-
- Yuh carry it with yuh-
- It's a feelin that's born an not bought
- An it can't be taught-
- An by livin with it yuh learn t see and know it in other
- people-
- T sing an speak as one yuh gotta think as one-
- An yuh gotta believe as one-
- An yuh gotta feel as one-
- An Peter an Paul and Mary're now carryin the feelin
- that was inside them walls up the steps t the whole
- outside world-
- The rooster never crowed on MacDougal Street-
- There was no dew on the grass an the sun never came shinin
- over the mountain-
- There was nothin t tell yuh it was morning cept the
- pins and needles feelin in yer arms an legs from stayin
- up all nite-
- But all 'f us find our way a knowing when it's mornin-
- An once yuh know the feelin it don't change-
- It can only grow-
- For Peter's grown
- An Paul's grown
- An Mary's grown
- An the times've grown
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