November 5: Bob Dylan Love Sick live in Amsterdam 2015

bob dylan amsterdam 2015

I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Koninklijk Theater Carre
Amsterdam, The Netherlands
November 5, 2015

  • Bob Dylan – vocal
  • Tony Garnier – bass
  • George Recile – drums
  • Stu Kimball – rhythm guitar, maracas
  • Charlie Sexton on lead guitar
  • Donnie Herron – banjo, electric mandolin, pedal steel, lap steel


Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping

I’m sick of love but I’m in the thick of it
This kind of love I’m so sick of it

I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them ’til they’re gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow

I’m sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I’m love sick

Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I feel like I’m being plowed under
Could you ever be true? I think of you
And I wonder

I’m sick of love; I wish I’d never met you
I’m sick of love; I’m trying to forget you

Just don’t know what to do
I’d give anything to be with you

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One thought on “November 5: Bob Dylan Love Sick live in Amsterdam 2015”

  1. And many are…

    Trump Sick

    I’m walking through streets that are dead
    Walking, walking with Trump in my head
    My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
    And the Lord is weeping

    Did I hear The Donald tell a lie?
    Did I hear health care’s distant cry?
    He speaks like a child; has two scoops with his pie
    While he is tweeting

    I’m sick of Trump, but we’re in the thick of him
    This kind of Trump, I’m so sick of him

    I see, I see Spicy by the hedgerow
    I see, I see Russians in the window
    I watch them ’til they’re gone and they leave me hanging on
    To a shadow

    I’m sick of Trump; I hear the clock tick
    This kind of Trump – I’m Trump sick

    Sometimes I think of all the Trump blunder
    Sometimes I think Wall Street cabinet plunder
    Could he ever tweet true? I haven’t a clue
    And I wonder

    I’m sick of Trump; I wish I’d never met him
    I’m sick of Trump; I’m trying to forget him

    Just don’t know what to make
    Of dear leader who’s such a damn fake

    I’m sick of Trump; I wish I’d never voted
    I’m sick of Trump; I guess them dice were loaded

    Don’t know how long I can take
    A great con man who’s such a damn flake

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