Feb 9: Bob Dylan: I & I, Hammersmith Apollo London, England - 1993 (Video)

Feb 9: Bob Dylan: I & I, Hammersmith Apollo London, England – 1993 (Video)

Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams

I and I, in creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I, one say to the other, no man sees my face and lives

Hammersmith Apollo
London, England
9 February 1993

Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
Bucky Baxter (pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
John Jackson (guitar)
Tony Garnier (bass)
Winston Watson (drums & percussion)

Think I’ll go out and go for a walk
Not much happenin’ here, nothin’ ever does
Besides, if she wakes up now, she’ll just want me to talk
I got nothin’ to say, ‘specially about whatever was

I and I, in creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I, one say to the other, no man sees my face and lives

Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don’t win the race
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice’s beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth

I and I, in creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I, one say to the other, no man sees my face and lives

Outside are two men on a train platform there’s nobody in sight
They’re waiting for spring to come, smokin’ down the track
The world could come to an end tonight, but that’s all right
She should still be there sleepin’ when I get back

I and I, in creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I, one say to the other, no man sees my face and lives

Noontime, and I’m still pushin’ myself along the road, the darkest part
Into the narrow lanes, I can’t stumble or stay put
Someone else is speakin’ with my mouth, but I’m listenin’ only to my heart
I’ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot

I and I, in creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I, one say to the other, no man sees my face and lives