MY BACK PAGES – Bob Dylan ¾ time

Crimson flames tied through my ears rollin' high and mighty traps...
Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps...
"We'll meet on edges, soon said," I, proud 'neath heated brow...
Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed,
Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed.
Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Girl's faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy,
To memorizing politics of ancient history.
Flung down by corpse evangelist un-thought of, though, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school.
"Equality," I spoke the word as if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach.
My pathway led by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect.
Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

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