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I hate myself for lovinand' you and the weakness that it showed
you were just a painted face on a trip down suicide road.
the stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
i hate myself for lovinand' you and iand'm glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
and the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
i went out on lower broadway and i felt that place within,
that hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
like a slave in orbit, heand's beaten and'til heand's tame,
all for a momentand's glory and itand's a dirty, rotten shame.
There are those who worship loneliness, iand'm not one of them,
in this age of fiberglass iand'm searching for a gem.
the crystal ball up on the wall hasnand't shown me nothing yet,
iand've paid the price of solitude, but at last iand'm out of debt.
Canand't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
and'cept pat me on the back one time when i was on my knees.
we stared into each otherand's eyes and'til one of us would break,
no use to apologize, what diffand'rence would it make?
So sing your praise of progress and of the doom machine,
the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
lady luck, who shines on me, will tell you where iand'm at,
i hate myself for lovinand' you, but i should get over that.
Bob Dylan
Dirge
Dirge
I hate myself for lovinand' you and the weakness that it showed
you were just a painted face on a trip down suicide road.
the stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
i hate myself for lovinand' you and iand'm glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
and the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
i went out on lower broadway and i felt that place within,
that hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
like a slave in orbit, heand's beaten and'til heand's tame,
all for a momentand's glory and itand's a dirty, rotten shame.
There are those who worship loneliness, iand'm not one of them,
in this age of fiberglass iand'm searching for a gem.
the crystal ball up on the wall hasnand't shown me nothing yet,
iand've paid the price of solitude, but at last iand'm out of debt.
Canand't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
and'cept pat me on the back one time when i was on my knees.
we stared into each otherand's eyes and'til one of us would break,
no use to apologize, what diffand'rence would it make?
So sing your praise of progress and of the doom machine,
the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
lady luck, who shines on me, will tell you where iand'm at,
i hate myself for lovinand' you, but i should get over that.
