Another New Dylan Song

I Contain Multitudes

Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin' like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Balian Bali
I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes

Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said
I'll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes

Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what's next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I rollick and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes

I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything's flowing all at the same time
I live on the boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes

Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I'm a man of contradictions, I'm a man of many moods
I contain multitudes

You greedy old wolf, I'll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I'll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there's no love left behind
I'll play Beethoven's sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitudes

"I Contain Multitudes" is a line from Walt Whitman's poem "Song Of Myself": "Do I contradict myself? / Very well then I contradict myself / I am large, I contain multitudes."

Hey wow now thanks local, thanks Bob

Between this and his JFK tribute he remembers so many of his and ours pulp culture icons, almost like he's sensing the end,  writing his/our obit. 

I wake to the sun winking at dawn,

surrender my dreams to the kingdom of yawns.

To keep looking back is intoxicating sure,

it gives me a fix, but I need a cure.

Been working all day and sleeping all night,

Looking for the path to get to the light.

I'll put on a mask and hide my face,

whatever it takes to stay in the race.

Open a window and pick up a hoe, 

there's a chill in the air and miles to go.

One of these days, when I see you again

I'll tell you about all the places I've been.

Out of the forests, and down on my knees,

a joker in rags, deal my cards if you please.

I'd take a deep breath and die in your arms,

All these years to be away from your charms.