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Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan: Another Side of (1964); the Byrds: Younger Than Yesterday (1967)

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	C	Am	Em	F	G	C
	Crimson	flames tied	through my ears, Rollin’	high and	mighty	trapped;

	C	Am	Em	F	G
	Countless	fires,	flaming roads Using	ideas as my	maps.

	Am	Em	F	G
“	We’ll meet on edges,	soon,” said I	Proud ’neath heated	brow.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth “Rip down all hate,” I screamed.

Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull, I dreamed.

Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow.

Girls’ faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy

To memorizing politics Of ancient history,

Flung down by corpse evangelists; Unthought of, though, somehow.

A self-ordained professor’s tongue, Too serious to fool,

Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school.

“Equality,” I spoke the word As if a wedding vow.

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach,

Fearing not that I’d become my enemy In the instant that I preach.

My existence led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect

Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect.

Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.