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Bob Dylan

Every Grain of Sand (3:36)

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In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair

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  • the 80's verson of Chimes of Freedom
  • and kids throw it everywhere
  • Well, even in his worst discographic period, he managed to write a gem or two. As I see it, it doesn't stand too far from Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah...
  • sometimes i turn, there's someone there, other times its only me
  • This lyrics are perfect I love this so much
  • "the bitter dance of loneliness"
  • I taught myself to play this on guitar today and noticed halfway through my first go at it that I was crying. Kept up like that 'til the end. I loved the song before but still felt some distance, like there was something impenetrable in the lyrics... well, I get it now. This is holy music indeed—which is as rare and precious a designation as you can get.
  • Thanks, Bobby...
  • Dylan's rough odd harmonies can be so hauntingly beautiful.
  • I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night, in the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light. In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, in the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea - sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me. I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

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