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May is the month of fools and roses...
and the old lady playing with balloons just told me today that she thinks in colors...
and the sun is so sweet and has the sound of a little orchestra...
and I allow myself to be happy...
I'm in the car...country road...listening to “I want you” at a ridiculous volume...
stuff that even the flowers have a moment of puzzlement...
but it's just a moment, then they quickly nod...
ah, the story of the little orchestra fascinates me, because “Blonde on blonde” is full of little things like that, think of “4th time around” or “Just like a woman”...
that a little orchestra is perfect for the month of fools and roses...and I'd like to be a part of it...
and the old lady who thinks in colors would be a part of it too...
because the beauty of those little orchestra songs is that they are visionary or quite trippy...
with all those broken bells and easy-sleep saviors, queens of spades, dancing children in Chinese dresses...
in short, the usual deck of tarot cards from which Dylan randomly draws cards...
but I see myself humming those crazy little songs with my sweet little orchestra...
or maybe it's just a dream I had a long time ago...
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 Just Like A Woman (04:52)
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes,
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--
I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
But when we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.
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