(“harp-like guitar chords, rumbling double bass, tropical steel guitar, zero percussion”, 04:38)
“recorded and mixed by Chris Shaw”
Photograph courtesy of the Caf’s own Andrea Orlandi, Sporthalle Alpenstrasse, Salzburg, Austria, 9 July 1996.
Bob Dylan – I Contain Multitudes Lyrics
Today and tomorrow and yesterday too
The flowers are dying, like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Ballinalee
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 Moustache
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 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 creeds, 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