My Back Pages — текст песни (Byrds, The)

Written by Bob Dylan

Crimson flames tied through my years
Rollin high and mighty trapped
Countless violent flaming roads
Using ideas as my map
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 flanks of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
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 I`d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
Sisters fled by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah but I was so much older then
I`m younger than that now

My guard 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