NONKINSENSE
Adventures of an Analog Man in the Digital Universe, with a little help from my friends and relations.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
It's getting near dawn, when lights close their tired eyes, I'll soon be with you my love, to give you my dawn surprise. - I'll be with you darling, soon. - I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
posted by NONKINSENSE @ 9:05 PM 
The first person to correctly ID the people shown here, will receive: 1-The Afterlife Crisis, featuring NOnkinsense on keyboards, Bitter End, 1/25/05, special DVD edition. also if you e-mail NONKINSENSE or call him on the phone, Sunday, 5/1/05, you'll receive Videotape copies of Found Money at the Bitter End, recorded live for the first and only time, String of Pearls, the complete collection on Videotape, and the Liars, the complete collection, also on Videotape, hurry up and get to your e-mail or you cell phone or even god for bid, your land lines, while supplies last, you know the e-mail address, I used it once or twice.
I WANT MY MAR-T-YE...I WANT MY FAVORITE MARTIN, or I WANT MY FAVORITE MARTIN(S):
1-Wilbur
2-Brodeur
3-Praeger or Prager
4-Belmont
5-Perez
6-and Lewis
7-and the Liars
8-Paints
9-What are you going to do tonight, Marty?
10-O
11-Gelinas
12-McSorley
13-Chambers
14-Landau, oh how it pains me to type this last name!
15-Sheen
16-Milner
17-Glickman, good like Nedicks! good like Madison High?
I thought for sure roadhouse blues, proud mary, black magic woman, let it bleed no that does not quite fit in, has some history to it, I guess it's only a mata of time before you hookup your scanner and we see Patrick, Gary, Latwon, and the OWSTJ November '94? or '93" Bitter End piece of paper with the bands and everybandy names...I wonder if Seth,Howie, Arnie would enjoy this stuff?
I can see, I can see, see me feel me, touch me heal. I can see for miles and miles, I can see for miles and and and and, eight miles high, oh when you touch down, I'll sue, you'll sue, you say tomato, I say tormato, tomato, tormato, let's go get CLose to the Edge...Aqualung my friend, you poor ol sot...
where my money, thank heaven for little girls, for little girls get...LINE, LINE PLEase, If a nightingale could sing like you, she'll sing much better than I do, for you, put, LINE, LINE, am I working with amateurs, LINE, Thank heaven for little girls, how am I ever going to get off da boot, without doing a Maurice Chevaulier impression, oh shit, here comes my Atttorny with John Watts and Eliot, Help the Poop, I got a sweet little angel, woke up this morning, the thrill is gone, without the BEAR, orange turns to green, in a matter of time...Have you closed any clubs in Toronto, yet?
A Amaj7
Standing on the waters casting your bread
Bm/a E/a A
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
A Amaj7
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
Bm/a E/a A
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Bm E A
Freedom just around the corner for you
Bm E A D
But with truth so far off, what good will it do?E D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
A /g# F#m D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
A(/c#) D E A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah,
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name. *)Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face. **)Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.***)
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,****)
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
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The lyrics of the outtake version:
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off, what good will it do?Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
No store-bought shirt for you on your back
One of the women must sit in the shack and sew one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah,
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Scratching the world with a fine-tooth comb
You're a king among nations, you're a stranger at homeJokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
No crystal ball do you need on your shelf
Michelangelo himself could have carved out your features.
So drunk, standing in the middle of the street
Directing traffic with a small dog at your feet.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.Well, the Preacherman talkin' 'bout the deaf and the dumb
and a world to come that's already been predetermined.
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks can't drown out your sermon.
You let the wicked walk right into a trap.
You give away all the good things that fall in your lap.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and she's dressed in scarlet.
He'll turn priests into pimps that make old men bark
Take a woman who could have been Joan of Arc
And turn her into a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
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Another version
I was never too happy with the single guitar version when I played it myself. Then, one day, on my way from work, I was humming Jokerman and Moonlight at the same time, and something clicked (to be played with two beats to a chord):
Chords:
Bbo x12020
Co x34242
A/c# x42220 or x4222x with half-barre
D/a x04232
E+ 022110
A7/g 34222x
E7-9 076760
Bb 688700
G#+ 476500
|: A . Bbo . Bm7 . E7 . :|A Bbo Bm7 Co
Standing on the waters casting your bread
A/c# /e F# Bm7 E7 A D/a A E+
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
A Bbo Bm7 Co
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
A/c# /e F# Bm7 E7 A D/a A Bbo
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Bm /a-g#-f# E /f# /g /g# A D/a A Bbo
Freedom just around the corner for you
Bm /a -g#-f# E /f# /g /g# A /g# A7/g F#7
But with truth so far off, what good will it do?Bm7 E7-9
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
A G F# F#7
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Bm7 Bb G#+ A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Always happy to hear from a Dylan fan, masked and ANONYMOUS.
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I WANT MY MAR-T-YE...I WANT MY FAVORITE MARTIN, or I WANT MY FAVORITE MARTIN(S):
1-Wilbur
2-Brodeur
3-Praeger or Prager
4-Belmont
5-Perez
6-and Lewis
7-and the Liars
8-Paints
9-What are you going to do tonight, Marty?
10-O
11-Gelinas
12-McSorley
13-Chambers
14-Landau, oh how it pains me to type this last name!
15-Sheen
16-Milner
17-Glickman, good like Nedicks! good like Madison High?
I thought for sure roadhouse blues, proud mary, black magic woman, let it bleed no that does not quite fit in, has some history to it, I guess it's only a mata of time before you hookup your scanner and we see Patrick, Gary, Latwon, and the OWSTJ November '94? or '93" Bitter End piece of paper with the bands and everybandy names...I wonder if Seth,Howie, Arnie would enjoy this stuff?
I can see, I can see, see me feel me, touch me heal. I can see for miles and miles, I can see for miles and and and and, eight miles high, oh when you touch down, I'll sue, you'll sue, you say tomato, I say tormato, tomato, tormato, let's go get CLose to the Edge...Aqualung my friend, you poor ol sot...
where my money, thank heaven for little girls, for little girls get...LINE, LINE PLEase, If a nightingale could sing like you, she'll sing much better than I do, for you, put, LINE, LINE, am I working with amateurs, LINE, Thank heaven for little girls, how am I ever going to get off da boot, without doing a Maurice Chevaulier impression, oh shit, here comes my Atttorny with John Watts and Eliot, Help the Poop, I got a sweet little angel, woke up this morning, the thrill is gone, without the BEAR, orange turns to green, in a matter of time...Have you closed any clubs in Toronto, yet?
A Amaj7
Standing on the waters casting your bread
Bm/a E/a A
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
A Amaj7
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
Bm/a E/a A
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Bm E A
Freedom just around the corner for you
Bm E A D
But with truth so far off, what good will it do?E D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
A /g# F#m D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
A(/c#) D E A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah,
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name. *)Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face. **)Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.***)
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,****)
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The lyrics of the outtake version:
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off, what good will it do?Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
No store-bought shirt for you on your back
One of the women must sit in the shack and sew one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah,
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Scratching the world with a fine-tooth comb
You're a king among nations, you're a stranger at homeJokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
No crystal ball do you need on your shelf
Michelangelo himself could have carved out your features.
So drunk, standing in the middle of the street
Directing traffic with a small dog at your feet.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.Well, the Preacherman talkin' 'bout the deaf and the dumb
and a world to come that's already been predetermined.
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks can't drown out your sermon.
You let the wicked walk right into a trap.
You give away all the good things that fall in your lap.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and she's dressed in scarlet.
He'll turn priests into pimps that make old men bark
Take a woman who could have been Joan of Arc
And turn her into a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another version
I was never too happy with the single guitar version when I played it myself. Then, one day, on my way from work, I was humming Jokerman and Moonlight at the same time, and something clicked (to be played with two beats to a chord):
Chords:
Bbo x12020
Co x34242
A/c# x42220 or x4222x with half-barre
D/a x04232
E+ 022110
A7/g 34222x
E7-9 076760
Bb 688700
G#+ 476500
|: A . Bbo . Bm7 . E7 . :|A Bbo Bm7 Co
Standing on the waters casting your bread
A/c# /e F# Bm7 E7 A D/a A E+
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
A Bbo Bm7 Co
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
A/c# /e F# Bm7 E7 A D/a A Bbo
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Bm /a-g#-f# E /f# /g /g# A D/a A Bbo
Freedom just around the corner for you
Bm /a -g#-f# E /f# /g /g# A /g# A7/g F#7
But with truth so far off, what good will it do?Bm7 E7-9
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
A G F# F#7
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Bm7 Bb G#+ A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Always happy to hear from a Dylan fan, masked and ANONYMOUS.
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