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A Complete Unknown Soundtrack Lyrics






Timothée Chalamet - Highway 61 Revisited

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No"
Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well, Abe said, "Where you want this killin' done?"
God said, "Out on Highway 61"

Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run"
Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, "That way, down Highway 61"

Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
"I got forty red, white and blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
And he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done!
Just take everything down to Highway 61"

Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
"My complexion," she said "is much too white"
He said, "Come here and step into the light"
He says, "Hmm, you're right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done"
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61

Now, the rovin' gambler, he was very bored
Tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But, yes, I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61"
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - Mr. Tambourine Man

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you

Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wandering
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancin' spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - I Was Young When I Left Home

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

I was young when I left home
But I been out a-rambling around
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
And I never wrote a letter to my home

It was just the other day
I was bringing home my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know

Said your mother's dead and gone
Sister's all gone wrong
And your daddy needs you home right away

Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
Well, I can't go home thisaway
Thisaway, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I can't go home thisaway
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - Girl From The North Country

[ Featuring Monica Barbaro ]

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

If you're traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to the one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine

If you go when snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see she wears a coat so warm
To keep her from the howling winds

Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
For that's the way I remember her best
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Monica Barbaro - Silver Dagger

[ Originally by Joan Baez ]

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand, a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride

All men are false, says my mother
They'll tell you wicked, loving lies
The very next evening, they'll court another
Leave you alone to pine and sigh

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long
And on every link, a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged

Go court another tender maiden
And hope that she will be your wife
For I have been warned and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Joan C. Baez
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Timothée Chalamet - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-going back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking
But I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
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Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Edward Norton - Wimoweh (Mbube)

[ Originally by Solomon Linda ]

Okay, here's what you sing
Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
You try
Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
Very good, that's fine as wine and right on time
Now those of you who can't sing that low
We're gonna make you sopranos

A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
Try it
A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
Very delicate, very nice (a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
Now add back in the low

Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
Keep the high part going
Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
There we are, keep it rolling
A-wee-eee-eee-hum-hum-a-weh

Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh (and one last time)
Hey-uh-ho, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh (hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh)
Oh, hey, hey
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Writer: Fred Hellerman, Lee Hays, Linda Seeger, Linda Soloman, Ronnie Gilbert
Copyright: Lyrics © T.R.O. INC.






Monica Barbaro - House of the Rising Sun

[ Originally by The Animals ]

If I had listened to what my mother said
I'd have been at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh God
Let a rambler lead me astray

Go tell my baby sister
"Don't do what I have done"
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Joan C. Baez
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Boyd Holbrook - Folsom Prison Blues

[ Originally by Johnny Cash ]

I hear the train a-comin', it's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: John R. Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing






Timothée Chalamet - Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

[ Featuring Monica Barbaro ]

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-traveling on
But don't think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in a-turning on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was something you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in calling out my name, babe
Like you never did before
And it ain't no use in calling out my name
I can't hear you anymore
I'm thinking and a-wondering, walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child, I'm told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

And I'm going down that long lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye is too good a word, babe
So I'll just say, "Fare thee well"
I ain't saying you treated me unkind
Could've done better, but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - Masters of War

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Thank you
Here's a new one

Come, you masters of war, you that build the big guns
You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know I can see through your masks

You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
Then you set back and watch and the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion while the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

Let me ask you one question is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I'll watch while you're lowered down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothee Chalamet - Blowin' in the Wind

[ Featuring Monica Barbaro ]

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, 'n' how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Timothée Chalamet - Subterranean Homesick Blues

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Johnny's in the basement, mixin' up the medicine
I'm on the pavement, thinkin' about the government
The man in a trench coat, badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off
Look out kid, it's somethin' you did
God knows when, but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway, looking for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap in a pig pen
Wants 11 dollar bills, you only got 10

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed, but
Phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says the many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A
Look out kid, don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes, don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Oh, get sick, get well, hang around a ink well
Hang bail, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell
Try hard, get barred, get back, ride rail
Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail
Look out kid, you're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters, six-time users
Hanging 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool's looking for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, a-watch the parking meters

Oh, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance
Learn to dance, get dressed
Get blessed, try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Look out kid, they keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals
Don't want to be a bum, you better chew gum
The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Boyd Holbrook - Big River

[ Originally by Johnny Cash ]

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.

Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river).
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone.
I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, Big River, more than me.

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Timothée Chalamet - The Times They Are A-Changin'

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Come gather 'round, people, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth saving
And you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times, they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times, they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times, they are a-changin'

The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a-changin'
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - When The Ship Comes In

[ Featuring Edward Norton ]

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Oh, the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in

And the sea will split
And the ships will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the waves will pound
And the mornin' will be a-breakin'

The fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls, they'll be smilin'
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried on the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts onto the shoreline
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in

And the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh, the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And they'll know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in

And they'll raise their hands
Sayin', "We'll meet all your demands"
But we'll shout from the bow, "Your days are numbered"
And like Pharoah's tribe
They'll be drowned in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Monica Barbaro - There But For Fortune

[ Originally by Joan Baez ]

Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
But there but for fortune go you or I, hmm-mmm

Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
But there but for fortune go you or I, hmm-mmm

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
Show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
But there but for fortune go you or I, hmm-mmm

Show me the country where the bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall
And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why
But there but for fortune go you and I, you and I
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Phil Ochs
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - It Ain't Me Babe

[ Featuring Monica Barbaro ]

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're looking for someone
Who's never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door

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

Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you're looking 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 and more

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

Go melt back in the night
Everything inside is made of stone
There's nothing in here moving
And 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
And to come each time you call
A lover for your life and nothing more

But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're looking for, babe
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Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - Maggie's Farm

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas that are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Pa no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa
She's 68, but she says she's 54
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Ma no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say "Sing while you slave" and I just get bored
Ah, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby
Can't buy a thrill
Well, I been up all night
Leanin' on the windowsill
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don't make it
You know my baby will

Don't the moon look good, mama
Shining through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama
Flaggin' down the "Double E?"
Don't the sun look good
Goin' down over the sea?
But don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

Now the wintertime is coming
The windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody
But I could not get across
Well, I want to be your lover, baby
I don't want to be your boss
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - Like a Rolling Stone

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all a-kidding you

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

Oh, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts, but you'd better
Take your diamond ring, you better pawn it, babe

You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel?
Aw, how does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

You must leave now take what you need you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out, the saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty-handed armies are going home
Your lover, who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Timothée Chalamet - Song to Woody

[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]

I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
Walking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing your world of people and things
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that's a-coming along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's a-dying and it's hardly been born

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-saying an' a-many times more
I'm a-singing you the song but I can't sing enough
Because there's not many men that done the things that you've done

Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
And to all the good people that traveled with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind

I'm a-leaving tomorrow, but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hitting some hard traveling too
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Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group








A Complete Unknown (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) is the soundtrack to the 2024 biographical film A Complete Unknown. It consists primarily of songs written by Bob Dylan and performed by Timothée Chalamet, who portrays Dylan in the film.

Cast members Monica Barbaro, Edward Norton, and Boyd Holbrook perform additional songs as Joan Baez, Pete Seeger, and Johnny Cash, respectively. The album was produced by the film's director James Mangold alongside Nick Baxter, with additional production from Steven Gizicki.

Ahead of the album's release, "Like a Rolling Stone" (performed by Chalamet) and "Girl from the North Country" (performed by Chalamet and Barbaro) were released on December 6, 2024. It was released digitally by Columbia Records on December 20, 2024. The album will receive a 16-track vinyl release on January 2025, followed by a CD release in February.
Genre(s): Soundtrack, Folk Rock
Producer(s): Nick Baxter, James Mangold
Length: 58:44
Released: December 20th, 2024
Year: 2024

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