Sufjan Dylan or Bob Stevens?
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Album:I'm Not There (Music From The Motion Picture)
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Track:Ring Them Bells
normally the phrase "cover of a bob dylan song" sends shudders down my spine. like 99.999% of all beatles, stones, and guns 'n roses covers, the majority of dylan covers are really satan's covert attempts to destroy the music industry, one american idol contestant at a time (not to be confused with bret michael's not-so-covert attempt to destroy television, one std-riddled emotionally damaged hobag at a time). but this time, sufjan and the 50 squillion other artists from the i'm not there soundtrack make a little traction on the side of all that is just and wonderful in the world.
Ring them bells, ye heathenFrom the city that dreams,Ring them bells from the sanctuariesCross the valleys and streams,For they're deep and they're wideAnd the world's on its sideAnd time is running backwardsAnd so is the bride.Ring them bells St. PeterWhere the four winds blow,Ring them bells with an iron handSo the people will know.Oh it's rush hour nowOn the wheel and the plowAnd the sun is going downUpon the sacred cow.Ring them bells Sweet Martha,For the poor man's son,Ring them bells so the world will knowThat God is one.Oh the shepherd is asleepWhere the willows weepAnd the mountains are filledWith lost sheep.Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,Ring them bells for all of us who are left,Ring them bells for the chosen fewWho will judge the many when the game is through.Ring them bells, for the time that flies,For the child that criesWhen innocence dies.Ring them bells St. CatherineFrom the top of the room,Ring them from the fortressFor the lilies that bloom.Oh the lines are longAnd the fighting is strongAnd they're breaking down the distanceBetween right and wrong.
Ring them bells, ye heathenFrom the city that dreams,Ring them bells from the sanctuariesCross the valleys and streams,For they're deep and they're wideAnd the world's on its sideAnd time is running backwardsAnd so is the bride.Ring them bells St. PeterWhere the four winds blow,Ring them bells with an iron handSo the people will know.Oh it's rush hour nowOn the wheel and the plowAnd the sun is going downUpon the sacred cow.Ring them bells Sweet Martha,For the poor man's son,Ring them bells so the world will knowThat God is one.Oh the shepherd is asleepWhere the willows weepAnd the mountains are filledWith lost sheep.Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,Ring them bells for all of us who are left,Ring them bells for the chosen fewWho will judge the many when the game is through.Ring them bells, for the time that flies,For the child that criesWhen innocence dies.Ring them bells St. CatherineFrom the top of the room,Ring them from the fortressFor the lilies that bloom.Oh the lines are longAnd the fighting is strongAnd they're breaking down the distanceBetween right and wrong.
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