Bob Dylan - Untitled 5 (The Jumping) lyrics

run go get out of here quick leave joshua split go fit your battle do your thing i lost my gla**es can't see jericho the wind is tyin' knots in my hair nothin' seems t' be straight out there no i shan't go with you i can't go with you on the brooklyn bridge he was co*keyed an' stood on the edge there was a priest talkin' to him i was shiftin' myself around so i could see from all sides in an' out of stretched necks an' things cops held people back the lady in back of me burst into my groin “sick sick some are so sick” like a circus trapeze act “oh i hope he don't do it” he was on the other side of the railin' both eyes fiery wide wet with sweat the mouth of a shark rolled up soiled sleeves his arms were thick an' tattooed an' he wore a silver watch i could tell at a glance he was uselessly lonely i couldn't stay an' look at him i couldn't stay an' look at him because i suddenly realized that deep in my heart i really wanted t' see him jump (a mob. each member knowin' that they all know an' see the same thing they have the same thing in common. can stare at each other in total blankness they do not have t' speak an' not feel guilty about havin' nothing t' say. everyday boredom soaked by the temporary happiness of that their search is finally over for findin' a way t' communicate a leech cookout giant cop out. all mobs i would think. an' i was in it an' caught by the excitement of it) an' i walked away i wanted t' see him jump so bad that i had t' walk away an' hide uptown uptown orchard street through all those people on orchard street pants legs in my face “comere! comere!” i don't need no clothes an' cross the street skull caps climb by themselves out of manholes an' shoeboxes ride the cracks of the sidewalk fishermen — i've suddenly been turned into a fish but does anybody wanna be a fisherman any more ‘n i don't wanna be a fish (swingin' wanda's down in new orleans rumbles across brick written swear word vulgar wall in new york city) no they can't make it off the banks of their river i am in their river (i wonder if he jumped i really wonder if he jumped) i turn corner t' get off river an' get off river still goin' up i about face an' discover that i'm on another river (this time. king rex blesses me with plastic beads an' toot toot whistles paper rings an' things. royal street. bourbon street st. claude an' esplanade pa** an' pull everything out of shape joe b. stuart white southern poet holds me up we charge through casa blazin' jukebox gumbo overflowin' get kicked out of colored bar streets jammed hypnotic stars explode in louisiana murder night everything's wedged arm in arm stoned galore must see you in mobile then down governor nichel an' gone) ok i can get off this river too on bleeker street i meet many friends who look back at me as if they know something i don't know rocco an' his brothers say that some people are worse hung up than me i don't wanna hear it a basketball drops through the hoop an' i recall that the living theater's been busted (has the guy jumped yet?) intellectual spiders weave down sixth avenue with colt forty-fives stickin' out of their belly bu*tons an' for the first time in my life i'm proud that i haven't read into any masterpiece books (an' why did i wanna see that poor soul so dead?) first of all two people get together an' they want their doors enlarged. second of all, more people see what's happenin' an' come t' help with the door enlargement. the ones that arrive however have nothin' more than “let's get these doors enlarged” t' say t' the ones who were there in the first place. it follows then that the whole thing revolves around nothing but this door enlargement idea. third of all, there's a group now existin' an' the only thing that keeps them friends is that they all want the doors enlarged. obviously, the doors're then enlarged fourth of all, after this enlargement the group has t' find something else t' keep them together or else the door enlargement will prove t' be embarra**ing on fourteenth street i meet someone who i know in front wants t' put me uptight wants me t' be on his level in all honesty he wants t' drag me down there i realize gravity is my only enemy loneliness has clutched hands an' squeezes you into wrongin' others everybody has t' do things keep themselves occupied the workin' ones have their minds on the weekends victims of the system pack movie theaters an' who an' of what sadistic company is he from that has the right t' condemn others as trivial whose fault an' who really is t' blame for one man carryin' a gun it is impossible that it's him slaves are of no special color an' the links of chains fall into no special order how good an actor do you have to be and play God (in greece, a little old lady a worker lady looks at me rubs her chin an' by sign language asks how come i'm so unshaven “the sea is very beautiful here” i reply pointin' t' my chin. an' she believes me needs no other answer i strum the guitar she dances laughs her bandana flies i too realize that she will die here one the side of this sea her d**h is certain here my d**h is unknown an' i come t' think that i love her) i talk t' people every day involved in some scene good an' evil are but words invented by those that are trapped in scenes on what grounds are the grounds for judgment an i think also that there is not one thing anyplace anywhere that makes any sense. there are only tears an' there is only sorrow there are no problems i have seen what i've loved slip away an' vanish. i still love what i've lost but t' run an' try t' catch it'd be very greedy for the rest of my life i will never chase a livin' soul into the prison grasp of my own self-love i can't believe that i have t' hate anybody an' when i do it will only be out of fear an' i'll know it i know no answers an' no truth for absolutely no soul alive i will listen t' no one who tells me morals there are no morals an' i dream a lot so go joshua go fit your battle i have t' go t' the woods for a while i hope you understand but if you don't it doesn't matter i will be with you nex' time around don't think about me i'll be ok just go ahead out there right out there do what you say you're gonna do an' who knows someday someone might even write a song about you