Gates Of Eden Lyrics - Bringing All Back Home - Bob Dylan

Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides 

Upon four-legged forest clouds, the cowboy angel rides 

With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black 

All except when 'neath the trees of Eden 

The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached 

To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge 

All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow 

No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden 

The savage soldier just sticks his head in sand and then complains 

Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf, but still remains 

Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails 

Heading for the gates of Eden 

With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp 

Sits with Utopian hermit monks, sidesaddle on the Golden Calf 

And on their promises of paradise, you will not hear a laugh 

All except inside the gates of Eden 

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Relationships of ownership, they whisper in the wings 

To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings 

And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings 

There are no kings inside the gates of Eden 

The motorcycle black Madonna, two-wheeled gypsy queen 

And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream 

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins 

And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden 

The kingdoms of experience, in the precious winds they rot 

While paupers change possessions, each one wishing for what the other has got 

And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not 

It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden 

The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine 

As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign 

Leaving men wholly, totally free to do anything they wish to do but die 

And there are no trials inside the gates of Eden 

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At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams 

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means 

At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true 

And there are no truths outside the gates of Eden