Song For Bob Dylan (Live Friars, Aylesbury, 25th September, 1971)

Lyrics

[Intro] The presumptuousness of the, uh, songwriter is that he feels that he can pick on anybody and write about anybody I'm no exception No, but this is not a picking song, it's just about someone Uh, it's called song "Song for Bob Dylan" [Verse 1] Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue His words and truthful vengeance Could pin us to the floor Brought a few more people on And put the fear in a whole lot more [Chorus] Ah, here she comes Here she comes Here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain Well, she scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again [Verse 2] Well, you gave your heart to every bedsit room At least a picture on the wall And you sat behind a million pair of eyes And told them why they saw But then we lost your train of thought The paintings are all your own While troubles are rising, we'd rather be scared Together than alone [Chorus] Ah, here she comes Here she comes Here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Now, hear this, Robert Zimmerman Though I don't suppose we'll meet Ask your good friend Dylan If he'd gaze a while down the old street Tell them they lost his poems So they're writing on the walls Give us back our unity And give us back our family You're every nation's refugee Don't leave us with their sanity [Chorus] Ah, here she comes Here she comes Here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again [Outro] Ah, a couple of songs from your old scrapbook Could send her home again Here she comes Ooh, here she comes Here she comes Oh, yeah Thank you That's, thanks very much Uh, that was written during a space of people songs I got, I got from writing about people Um, just kind of well known figures and what they stood for 'Cause they believe very much in, in, uh Uh, media of the streets, street messengers And one of the leaders in that field is a man called Andy Warhol And this is, uh, this is about him This is called "Song-" what? (What is it?) Oh, it's "Song for Andy Warhol" Do you want to do something else? (Yeah) What do you wanna do? (Just get my song together) Oh, you want to get your, you want to get your song together Get nothing else much to tell you What's happening your side? That's very good Tom, didn't know you had it in you