Текст песни Bob Dylan - Too Much of Nothing
Bob Dylan - Too Much of Nothing слова песни
Now, too much of nothingCan make a man feel ill at ease.One mans temper might riseWhile another mans temper might freeze.In the day of confessionWe cannot mock a soul.Oh, when theres too much of nothing,No one has control.Say hello to valerieSay hello to vivianSend them all my salaryOn the waters of oblivionToo much of nothingCan make a man abuse a king.He can walk the streets and boast like mostBut he wouldnt know a thing.Now, its all been done before,Its all been written in the book,But when theres too much of nothing,Nobody should look.Say hello to valerieSay hello to vivianSend them all my salaryOn the waters of oblivionToo much of nothingCan turn a man into a liar,It can cause one man to sleep on nailsAnd another man to eat fire.Evrybodys doin somethin,I heard it in a dream,But when theres too much of nothing,It just makes a fella mean.Say hello to valerieSay hello to vivianSend them all my salaryOn the waters of oblivion