Текст песни BOB DYLAN - The Groom's Still Waiting At The Altar
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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - The Groom's Still Waiting At The Altar
Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cementHeard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocentFelt around for the light switch, became nauseatedShe was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated.West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of GibraltarI see the burning of the page( )Curtain rising on a new ageSee the groom still waiting at the altar.Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robberyMistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobberyGot the message this morning, the one that was sent to meAbout the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be.West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of GibraltarI see the burning of the stageCurtain rising on a new ageSee the groom still waiting at the altar.Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt meFinally had to give her up about the time she began to want meBut I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliatedI'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated.West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of GibraltarI see the burning of the cageCurtain rising on a new ageSee the groom still waiting at the altar.Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature ?I see people who are supposed to know better standing around like furnitureThere's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap itTonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it.West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of GibraltarI see the burning of the stageCurtain rising on a new ageSee the groom still waiting at the altar.Cities on fire, phones out of orderThey're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the borderWhat can I say about Claudette ? Ain't seen her since JanuaryShe could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of GibraltarI see the burning of the cageCurtain rising on a new ageSee the groom still waiting at the altar.