Farewell, Angelina - Bob Dylan

    Farewell Angelina
    The bells of the crown
    Are being stolen by bandits
    I must follow the sound
    The triangle tingles
    And the trumpet play slow
    Farewell Angelina
    The sky is on fire
    And I must go.

    There's no need for anger
    There's no need for blame
    There's nothing to prove
    Ev'rything's still the same
    Just a table standing empty
    By the edge of the sea
    Farewell Angelina
    The sky is trembling
    And I must leave.

    The jacks and queens
    Have forsaked the courtyard
    Fifty-two gypsies
    Now file past the guards
    In the space where the deuce
    And the ace once ran wild
    Farewell Angelina
    The sky is folding
    I'll see you in a while.

    See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
    Perched in the sun
    Shooting tin cans
    With a sawed-off shotgun
    And the neighbors they clap
    And they cheer with each blast
    Farewell Angelina
    The sky's changing color
    And I must leave fast.

    King Kong, little elves
    On the rooftoops they dance
    Valentino-type tangos
    While the make-up man's hands
    Shut the eyes of the dead
    Not to embarrass anyone
    Farewell Angelina
    The sky is embarrassed
    And I must be gone.

    The machine guns are roaring
    The puppets heave rocks
    The fiends nail time bombs
    To the hands of the clocks
    Call me any name you like
    I will never deny it
    Farewell Angelina
    The sky is erupting
    I must go where it's quiet.


    Marco Giunco
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