mathieu bernard martin

It Ain’t me, Babe, by Bob Dylan (Rolling Thunder review version).

Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want, babe
I will only let your down
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you an' more

But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back in the night
Everything inside is made of stone
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call
A lover for you life an' nothing more

But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Can’t wait, by Bob Dylan (live 2011).

It's mighty funny
The end of time has just begun
Oh honey, after all these years you're still the one
Well I'm strollin' through the lonely graveyard of my mind
I left my life with you
Somewhere back there along the line
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
I don't know how much longer I can wait

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Lefty Frizzell-Travellin’ Blues

(Source: youtube.com)

Mathieu Bernard Martin, Mother of Firenze, 2013, short film.

It’s alright Ma (I’m only bleeding), by Bob Dylan

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

...

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Disease of Conceit, by Bob Dylan (live 1990).

There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight
from the disease of conceit
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
from the disease of conceit
Give you delusions of grandeur and evil eye
Give you the idea that you're too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.

To Ramona, by Bob Dylan (live 1965).

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of you skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin' like this.

Just like a woman, by Bob Dylan (Clearwater Beach, Florida, 1975).

Ain't it clear that...

I just don't fit

Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
And 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.

You take just like a woman,
And you take just like a woman, yes you do
And you make love like a woman, yes you do
and then you ache just like a woman,
but you break just like a little girl.

Mother, where are you?, by Tigran Hamasyan.