Tangled Up In Blue _ cover of a song by Bob Dylan_

Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review

Matt Waters: Vocals Takeshi Ohtani: Keys Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bank book wasn't big enough And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues Gettin' through Tangled up in blue She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out west Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me One more time as I was walkin' away Saying over her shoulder Boy, we're bound meet again some day On the avenue Tangled up in blue I remember staying in the great north woods Living in a vagabond hotel One day during the pouring rain I can feel how the axe just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I was lucky not to be destroyed I almost died in the boiling flat Two miles outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind And I just grew Tangled up in blue She was dancing in the flamingo club And I stopped in for a beer I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on when the crowd thinned out I was just about to do the same She was standing there, right behind my chair Touching me, said, “it ain’t no accident you came,” I muttered something under 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 shoe Tangled up in blue She lit a burner on the stove Wearing a dress made out of stars and stripes I thought you'd never say hello, she said You look like the silent type Then she opened up a book of poems And started quoting them to me Written by a French child From the eighteenth century And everyone of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul From me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night There was revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of her froze She had to sell everything she owned Even her jewelry and her clothes And when it all came crashing down I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on Like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue So now I'm goin' on back again I got to get to her and be brave All the people we used to know At least the ones that ain’t in the grave Some are bricklayers, some are bank robbers Some are burglars, some are truck driver’s wives I don't know how it all got started I got no idea what they're doin' with their lives But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point A different point of view Tangled up in blue All Rights reserved to Special Rider