元ネタ：ホリス・ブラウンのバラッド（原題Ballad of Hollis Brown Bob Dylan）
作：ヤジタリウス
Solace shown
I have it on hand at all to moan
Cautious stone
I have it on what you've known
With your stuff and having to listen
And your happened things alone
I have it on hand at all to moan
Cautious stone
I have it on what you've known
With your stuff and having to listen
And your happened things alone
I'm going to work or worry
About getting work with your nagged smile
There's your mark and story
About you working on all the while
Your unspoken bars against theory
That's why I don't know how to style
About getting work with your nagged smile
There's your mark and story
About you working on all the while
Your unspoken bars against theory
That's why I don't know how to style
Your booty's prized so easy
They're drugging to make you believe
Nothing's surmised from fantasy
But they're tagging on what you achieve
And working out a plan for another lie
With every relief you receive
They're drugging to make you believe
Nothing's surmised from fantasy
But they're tagging on what you achieve
And working out a plan for another lie
With every relief you receive
The class has mass for flaws
Bad fuel has got to flare
You pass having been through cause
You're stupid getting a liar
If there's no way to know
Is there any way to show?
Bad fuel has got to flare
You pass having been through cause
You're stupid getting a liar
If there's no way to know
Is there any way to show?
Who stays doing nothing alive
To please my series to drive
Who sways the motion alive
To appease my affair to connive
You merely protect yourself
Who explains that you deceive
To please my series to drive
Who sways the motion alive
To appease my affair to connive
You merely protect yourself
Who explains that you deceive
Your barriers are carrying border now
It's binding on your brain
Your borders are varying from now
It's blinding you to the stain
Your self's squeezed by your term
Like the story about how you inform
It's binding on your brain
Your borders are varying from now
It's blinding you to the stain
Your self's squeezed by your term
Like the story about how you inform
I guess it's turning back
There's no matter in my risk
I guess it's a trap in luck
There's no latter of thing brisk
You'll repent or resent doing better
On the driven snow or something
There's no matter in my risk
I guess it's a trap in luck
There's no latter of thing brisk
You'll repent or resent doing better
On the driven snow or something
Way out of line I'd want kindness
With my cool words walled
Way out of line you'd flaunt rightness
For what you've felt like
I stay mixing the better with worse
That's what I'm doing myself
With my cool words walled
Way out of line you'd flaunt rightness
For what you've felt like
I stay mixing the better with worse
That's what I'm doing myself
My stain's been hidden
And your dregs have been thickened
My complaining is forbidden
And your rigs have been quickened
Your heart's so pure as to be driven now
Without control to be sickened
And your dregs have been thickened
My complaining is forbidden
And your rigs have been quickened
Your heart's so pure as to be driven now
Without control to be sickened
We'll feel much better knowing
All about each other
There's an even bigger problem
That's about the size of wonder
Even lots of demands
Like the notion's building answer
All about each other
There's an even bigger problem
That's about the size of wonder
Even lots of demands
Like the notion's building answer
There's an even sealed need
On a belief with your own jargon
Where's an even deal with ideal
In a grief from motive power
With share or debt in advance
There's an even new peeled need
On a belief with your own jargon
Where's an even deal with ideal
In a grief from motive power
With share or debt in advance
There's an even new peeled need
