The Covers Record

( Arthur johnson & sam coslow )
I must be
One of the devil's daughters
They look at me with scorn
I'll never hear their horn
Sometimes
It's like being in chains
Sometimes I hang my head
In chains
When people see me
They scandalize my name
I'm going down
To the devil's daughter
I'm gonna drown
In that troubled water
It's coming round my soul
It's way beyond control
I must be one
I must be one
I must be
One of the devil's daughters
They look at me with scorn
I'll never hear their horn
Sometimes it's like
Being in chains
Sometimes I hang my head
In chains
When people see me
They scandalize my name
I'm going down
To the devil's daughter
I'm gonna drown
In that troubled water
It's coming round my soul
It's way beyond control
I must be one
I must be one
I must be

( Bob Dylan )
The trail is dark and dusty
The road is kinda rough
But the clearer road up yonder
With the cinders on the side.

Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk

I walked down to the valley
Turned my head up high.
Seen that silver linin'
That was hangin' in the sky

Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk

The mountain was a movin'
The hummin' of its wheels,
Told me of the new day
it was coming across the fields

Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk

The gravel road is bumpy,
It's a hard old road to ride,
But the good road is a-waitin'
And the boys it ain't far off.

Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk

( Velvet Underground )
Oh I do believe
In all the things you say
What comes is better than what came before

And you'd better come come, come come to me
Better come come, come come to me
Better run, run run, run run to me
Better come

Oh I do believe
In all the things you say
What comes is better that what came before

And you'd better run run, run run to me
Better run, run run, run run to me
Better come, come come, come come to me
You'd better run

(Bob Dylan)
The winter wind
Is blowing so strong
My hands have got
No gloves

Wish to my sole
That I could have
The boy I'm dreaming of

Don't you remember me, babe
I remember you quite well
Caused me to leave
All of New York town
With a high sheriff on my tail

A high sheriff on my tail, boys,
High sheriff on my trail.

All because I've fallen for
A curly headed dark-eyed boy

Who's gonna stroke
Your coal black hair
And your sandy colored skin
Who's gonna walk you side by side
And tell you everything is alright

Who's gonna look
You straight in the eye
And hold your bad luck hand

Who's gonna walk you
Who's gonna talk to you
And who's gonna be your woman
The winter wind
Is blowing so strong
My hands have got
No gloves

Don't you remember me, babe
I remember you quite well

In this hole we have fixed
We get further and further and further
Further from the world
We must do
We must do

I saw you asleep beside a wall
Your skull inside the wall
Your mind blackened by
All the thought of God

One absence of truth
One horrible thing you saw
What you truly wanted to become
And who you thought I was
Who you thought I was
In this hole we have fixed
We get further and further
Further from the world
We must do
We must do

I saw you outside that wall
The skull outside that wall
Your mind finally free
And all the thoughts you thought
And all the thought of God

(Nina Simone)
Love me, love me
Say you do

Let me fly away
With you

We're creatures of the wind
Wild is the wind

Give me more than one grasp
To satisfy this hungryness
We're creatures of the wind
Wild is the wind

You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolines
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins

Like a leaf clings to a tree
Baby please cling to me
We're creatures of the wind
Wild is the wind

You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
And you kiss me
With your kiss my life begins

Love me, love me
Say you do

Let me fly away
With you

( Smog )
I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red

I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return

The ghost of her husband
Beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples for us
Full of millions of red apples for us

I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red

I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return

I went down to the river
To meet the widow