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Titolo: Bob Dylan - Tangled up in blue

Early one morning the sun was shinin'
    He was layin' in bed
             Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
                 If her hair was still red
          Her folks they said their lives together
                  Sure was gonna be rough
         They never did like Mama's homemade dress,
             Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
        And he was standin' at the side of the road
                 Rain fallin' on his shoes
             Heading out for the old East Coast
       Lord knows he paid some dues, gettin' through
                    Tangled up in blue.
            She was married when they first met
                    Soon to be divorced
             He helped her out of a jam I guess
            But he used a little too much force
          And he drove that car as far as he could
                   Abandoned it out west
           And they split up on a dark sad night
                 Both agreeing it was best
            And she turned around to look at him
                   As he was walkin' away
              And she said "This ain't the end
         We'll meet again some day, on the avenue,
                    Tangled up in blue."
           He had a job in the great north woods
               Working as a cook for a spell
           But he never did like it all that much
               And one day the axe just fell
                 So he drifted down to L.A.
            Where he reckoned he tried his luck
          Workin' for a-while in an airplane plant
                 Loading cargo onto a truck
               But all the while he was alone
                 The past was close behind
                   He seen a lot of women
      But she never escaped his mind and he just grew
                    Tangled up in blue.
             She was workin' in a topless place
                And I stopped in for a beer
        I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
                  In a spotlight so clear
           And later on as the crowd thinned out
                  I's about to do the same
         She was standing there in back of my chair
              Sayin' to me "What's your name?"
         I muttered something underneath my breath
              She studied the lines on my face
            I must admit I felt a little uneasy
      When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoes
                    Tangled up in blue.
               She lit a burner on the stove
                   And offered me a pipe
         "Thought you'd never say hello", she said
              "You look like the silent type"
             And she opened up a book of poems
                    And handed it to me
                 Written by an Italian poet
                >From the thirteenth century
           And every one of them words rang true
                And glowed like burning coal
                 Pouring off of every page
       Like it was written in my soul from me to you
                    Tangled up in blue.
                  He was always in a hurry
                   Too busy or too stoned
              And everything she ever planned
                  Just had to be postponed
              She thought they were successful
                He thought they were blessed
              With objects and material things
                 But I never was impressed
             And when it all came crashing down
                     I became withdrawn
              The only thing I knew how to do
      Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
                    Tangled up in blue.
                So now I'm going back again
                 Got to get to her somehow
               All the people we used to know
               They're an illusion to me now
                  Some are mathematicians
                   Some are doctor' wives
             Don't know how it all got started
       Don't know what they're doin' with their lives
               But me, I'm still on the road
                 Heading for another joint
                We always did feel the same
       We just started from a different point of view
                    Tangled up in blue.

              Tangled up in blue.
E nel frattempo, Ligabue cercava lo spartito...;-)
bye stanz