The Byrds (69,78 %)
Greatest Hits (90,53 %)
In collection
Released: 1967-08-07
Type: Compilation
Type: Compilation
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1.
Mr. Tambourine Man
 02:20
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2.
I'll Feel a Whole Lot Better
 02:33
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3.
The Bells of Rhymney
 03:31
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4.
Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season)
03:36
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5.
All I Really Want to Do
02:04
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6.
Chimes of Freedom
03:52
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7.
Eight Miles High
03:36
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8.
Mr. Spaceman
02:10
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9.
5D (Fifth Dimension)
02:34
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10.
So You Want to Be a Rock 'n' Roll Star
02:06
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11.
My Back Pages
03:06
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Album length:
31:28
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Lyrics |
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1.
Mr. Tambourine Man
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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. |
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I'll Feel a Whole Lot Better
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The reason why I can't say Gotta let you go babe and right away After what you did I can't stay on And I'll probably feel a whole lot better when you're gone Baby for a long time you had me believe You said your love was all mine and that's the way it would be I didn't know that you were putting me on And I'll probably feel a whole lot better when you're gone Oh when you're gone I got to say that it's not like before And I'm not gonna play your game anymore After what you did I can't stay on And I'll probably feel a whole lot better when you're gone Oh when you're gone Oh when you're gone Oh when you're gone |
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3.
The Bells of Rhymney
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Oh what will you give me say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future say the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner say the black bells of Rhonda And who killed the miner say the grim bells of Blaina Throw the vandels in court say the bells of Newport All would be well if if if if cry the green bells of Cardiff Why so worried sisters why sang the silver bells of Wye And what will you give me say the sad bells of Rhymney Oh what will you give me say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future say the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner say the black bells of Rhonda And who killed the miner say the grim bells of Blaina |
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Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season)
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To every thing, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn,turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late |
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All I Really Want to Do
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I ain't lookin' to compete with you Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you Frighten you or uptighten you Drag you down or drain you down Chain you down or bring you down All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to straight-face you Race or chase you, track or trace you Or disgrace you or displace you Or define you or confine you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me See like me or be like me All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. |
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Chimes of Freedom
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Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees of the unarmed road of flight An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden as the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind And the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute and the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off comer flashed An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome hearted lovers with to personal a tale And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Starry-eyed and laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. |
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Eight Miles High
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Eight miles high and when you touch down You'll find that it's stranger than known Signs in the street that say where you're going Are somewhere just being their own Nowhere is there warmth to be found Among those afraid of losing their ground Rain gray town known for its sound In places small faces unbound Round the squares huddled in storms Some laughing some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes and black limousines Some living, some standing alone |
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Mr. Spaceman
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Woke up this morning with light in my eyes and then realized it was still dark outside It was a light comin'down from the sky I don't know who or why Must be those strangers that come every night Whose saucers shaped light put people up tight Leave blue green footprints that glow in the dark I hope they get home all right Hey Mr. Spaceman, won't you please take me along I won't do anything wrong Hey Mr. Spaceman, won't you please take me along for a ride Woke up this mornin', I was feeling quite weird Had flies in my beer, my tooth paste was smeared I opened my window, they'd written my name said: "So long, we'll see you again". Hey Mr. Spaceman, won't you please take me along I won't do anything wrong Hey Mr. Spaceman, won't you please take me along for a ride Hey Mr. Spaceman, won't you please take me along I won't do anything wrong Hey Mr. Spaceman, won't you please take me along for a ride |
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5D (Fifth Dimension)
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Oh how is it that I could come out to here and be still floating And never hit bottom and keep falling through Just relaxed and paying attention All my two dimensional boundaries were gone I had lost to them badly I saw the world crumble and thought I was dead But I found my senses still working And as I continued to drop thru the hole I found all the surrounding Who showed me the joy that innocently is Just be quiet and feel it around you And I opened my heart to the whole universe and I found it was loving And I saw the great blunder my teacher's had made Scientific delirium madness I will keep falling as long as I live All without ending And I will remember the place that is now That has ended before the beginning Oh how is it that I could come out to here and be still floating And never hit bottom and keep falling through Just relaxed and paying attention |
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So You Want to Be a Rock 'n' Roll Star
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So you you want to be a rock 'n' roll star then listen now to what I say Just get an electric guitar and take some time and learn how to play And when your hair's combed right and your pants fit tight it's gonna be all right Then it's time to go down town where the agent men won't let you down Sell your soul to the company who are waiting there to sell plastic ware And in a week or two if you make the charts the girls'll tear you apart The price you pay for your riches and fame Was it all a strange game You're a little insane The money that came and the public acclaim Don't forget what you are You're a rock 'n' roll star |
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11.
My Back Pages
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Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "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-cracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull, I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. Girls' faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, thought, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow 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 that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach My existence led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. Yes, 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. |