Making Music with Bob
1
Suze was an angel
That had fallen from the sky
And latched onto a minstrel
Without understanding why
As they explored a territory
As strange as anywhere
Bob Dylan knew this lady
Was an answer to a prayer
Suze, Suze, Suze
Since they took her far away
It is hard to find performers
To fight greed and disarray
Despite Dylan still playing
Like a farmer making hay
And preaching revolution
From a rocking-chair today
Suze was an angel
Out to find a better way
To the neo liberal model
Called greed and disarray
Her period spent with Dylan
Was a precious time for sure
That Bob turned into music
That is worthy of our awe
Suze, Suze, Suze
Since they took her far away
It is hard to find performers
To fight greed and disarray
Despite Dylan still playing
Like a farmer making hay
And preaching revolution
From a rocking-chair today
3
Suze was an angel
Helping Bob to attain
A compass in his music
That the rest copy in vein
Their period spent together
Shone a torch onto the sham
When a nation called America
Tried to destroy North Vietnam
Suze, Suze, Suze
Since they took her far away
It is hard to find performers
To fight greed and disarray
Despite Dylan still playing
Like a farmer making hay
And preaching revolution
From a rocking-chair today
4
Suze was an angel
Without any wings to see
Like the water of a fountain
Or mighty mountain left to be
She spoke of the good in others
To speak badly would be wrong
And inspired Bob Dylan often
To write an awesome song
Suze, Suze, Suze
Since they took her far away
It is hard to find performers
To fight greed and disarray
Despite Dylan still playing
Like a farmer making hay
And preaching revolution
From a rocking-chair today
While peering into the distance
For the vessel that took Suze
away
The End
© Frankie Spiritu
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