Tuesday, March 22, 2005

I need a shot of love .....

Lord, take away this trouble in mind




I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Don't need a shot of heroin to kill my disease,

Don't need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees,
Don't need a shot of codeine to help me to repent,
Don't need a shot of whiskey, help me be president.

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Doctor, can you hear me? I need some Medicaid.

I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
What I got ain't painful, it's just bound to kill me dead

Like the men that followed Jesus when they put a price upon His head.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.

I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.
I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.

Don't show me no picture show or give me no book to read,
It don't satisfy the hurt inside nor the habit that it feeds.

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Why would I want to take your life?

You've only murdered my father, raped his wife,
Tattooed my babies with a poison pen,

Mocked my God, humiliated my friends.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.

Don't wanna be with nobody tonight Veronica not around nowhere,
Mavis just ain't right.

There's a man that hates me and he's swift, smooth and near,
Am I supposed to set back and wait until he's here?

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Don't even feel like crossing the street and my car ain't actin' right.

Called home, everybody seemed to have moved away.
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.



I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins,
Death can be the result of the most underrated pain.

Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."

Lord, take away this trouble in mind.

When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero,
It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero.

You think you can hide but you're never alone,
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.

Lord, take away this trouble in mind.

Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air,
He's gonna make you a law unto yourself, gonna build a bird's nest in your hair.

He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you worship the work of your own hands,
You'll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land.

Lord, take away this trouble in mind.

Well, your true love has caught you where you don't belong,
You say, "Baby, everybody's doing it so I guess it can't be wrong."

The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie,
Then you're all the time defending what you can never justify.

Lord, take away this trouble in mind.

So many of my brothers, they still want to be the boss,
They can't relate to the Lord's kingdom, they can't relate to the cross.

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives,
Put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs or their wives.

Lord, take away this trouble in mind.

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,
Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.

- Bob Dylan

2 comments:

Ashes said...

I for once thought it was your original and was shocked to notice that I might have erred in making a judgement on you.Thank you i read till the end and saw Bob Dylan at the end of it..

You still are my fav. clown man Saby.

I'll ask dad to hire you someday.Quote yer price on my blog.okies?

Anonymous said...

u a rich son of a gun ?

- Saby