Letras de Song for Bob Dylan (demo)

Now hear this, Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young boy named Dylan
With a voice like sand and blue
Whose words in truthful vengeance
Could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painting lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She′ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Will send her home again

You gave your soul to every Betsy Drew
At least a picture on the wall
And you sat behind a million pairs of eyes
And told them what you saw
Then you lost your train of thought
Your paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared together than alone

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painting lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She′ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Will send her home again

So hear this, Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he′d gaze awhile down the old street
Tell him you lost his poems
And their writing on the walls
Just give us back our Eunice Kee
Give us back our family
Their every nation′s refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

But here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painting lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She′ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Will send her home again

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painting lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Will send her home again
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Will send her home again

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes