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17 Recorded Apr 7, 1981 during the <a class="recordlink" href="../24_shotoflove/index.htm">Shot of Love</a> sessions, and
21 <p>Alternate lyric versions below (Taken from the <a class="url" href="http://homepage.mac.com/danielmartin/Dylan/html/songs/C/CaribbeanWind.html">"It's Not a House, It's a Home" Page</a>).</p>
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26 G Bm Em C G Bm/F# D C
28 G Bm
29 She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
30 Em C
31 From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
32 G Bm/F# Em D C
33 I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
35 Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
36 She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
37 By a man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously.
39 Was she a child or a woman, I can't say which
40 From one to another she could to easily switch
41 We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach.
43 Could I been used and played as a pawn?
44 It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
45 Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech.
46 </pre>
48 C D G C
49 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
50 G C D
51 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
52 C D G C
53 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
54 G C D G
55 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
56 </pre>
58 She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
59 She said, "We got a mutual friend over by the door,
60 And you know he's got our best interest in mind."
61 He was well connected but her heart was a snare
62 And she had left him to die in there,
63 There were payments due and he was a little behind.
65 The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,
66 Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed,
68 We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring,
69 She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
70 You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."
71 </pre>
74 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
75 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
76 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
77 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
78 </pre>
81 Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
83 But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
84 Every new messenger brings evil report
85 'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
86 And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls.
88 Would I have married her? I don't know, I suppose.
89 She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
90 But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin' on.
91 I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin,
92 I saw a house in the country being torn from within.
93 I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond.
94 </pre>
97 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
98 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
99 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
100 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
101 </pre>
103 <hr />
110 She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense
111 And then i took over the Lord
112 Attendin' the show in Miami, in the theater of divine company.
113 Talkin' about Jesus, talked about the rain
114 She told me about the vision, told me about the pain
115 That has arisen from the ashes abided in her memory.
117 Is she a child or a woman? i really can't say,
119 As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.
120 Could i've been used and played as a pawn?
121 It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
122 But victory was mine, and i held it with the help of God's power.
123 </pre>
126 And that Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico
127 The circle of light and the furnace of desire
128 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
129 Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire.
130 </pre>
133 Shadows grew closer as we touched on the floor
134 Prodigal son sitting next to the door
135 Preaching resistance, waitin' for the night to arrive.
136 He was well connected, but his heart was a snare
137 'Cause she had left him to die in there
138 And i knew he could get out while he still was alive.
140 Stars on my balcony, buzz in my head
141 Slayin' [Bob Dylan?] in my bed
143 She never did see me where the mission bells ring
144 She said, "I know what you're thinkin', but there ain't a thing
145 You can do about it, so you might as well agree to agree'.'
146 </pre>
149 And that Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley coast into my backyard
150 Drivin' all your love to the furnace of desire
151 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
152 Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire.
153 </pre>
156 Atlantic City by the cruel sea
158 But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
159 Bearin' new messages, bringin' evil reports
160 Of riotin' armies and time that is short
161 And earthquakes and train wrecks and death threats written on walls.
163 Would I have married her? i don't know, i suppose
164 She had bells on her braids and they hung to her toes
165 The curtain was risin' and like they say, the ship will sail at dawn.
166 And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom
168 But i know i'd be lyin', and besides she had already gone.
169 </pre>
172 And that Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles
173 We never walked in to that furnace of desire
174 And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
175 Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire.
176 </pre>
178 <hr />
185 She was well rehearsed, fair brown and blonde
186 She had friends who was busboys and friends in the Pentagon
187 Playin' a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
188 Talked in the shadows where they talked in the rain
189 I could tell she was still feelin' the pain
190 Pain of rejection, pain of infidelity.
192 Was she a child or a woman? I can't say which
193 One to another she could easily switch.
194 Couples were dancin' an' i lost track of the hours.
195 He was well prepared, i knew he was
196 Paying attention like a rattlesnake does
197 When he's hearin' footsteps tramplin' over his flowers.
198 </pre>
201 And that Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
202 From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
203 An' them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
204 Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire.
205 </pre>
208 She looked into my soul through the clothes that i wore
209 She said, "We got a mutual friend standin' at the door.
210 Yeah, you know he's got our best interest in mind.”
211 He was well connected, but her heart was a snare
212 And she had left him to die in there
213 Here were payments due and he was a little behind.
215 Well i slept in a hotel where flies buzz my head
216 Ceiling fan was broken, there was heat in my bed
218 We met in secret where we drank from a spring
219 She said, "I know what you're thinkin', but there ain't a thing
220 We can do about it, so we might as well let it be.”
221 </pre>
224 The Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
225 From the circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
226 An' them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
227 Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire.
228 </pre>
231 Atlantic City, two years to the day
233 But it's only the silence on the buttermilk hills that call.
234 Every new messenger bringin' evil reports
235 'Bout riotin' armies and time that is short
236 An' earthquakes and train wrecks and hate words scribbled on walls.
238 Would i have married her? I don't know i suppose
239 She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
240 But i heard my mirrored destiny said to be movin' on.
241 And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom
243 But i knew i'd be lyin' and besides she had already gone.
244 </pre>
247 And that Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
248 Circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
249 And them busy ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
250 Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire.
251 </pre>
253 <hr />
258 She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
259 From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
260 I was playin' a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
261 Told about Jesus, told about the rain
262 She told me 'bout the jungle where her brothers were slain
263 By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously.
265 Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far?
266 Where we sniped the bait? Did we follow a star
267 Through the hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach?
268 Could I have been used and played as a pawn?
269 It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
270 When men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech.
271 </pre>
274 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
275 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
276 And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
277 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
278 </pre>
281 Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound loose
282 Redeemed men who have escaped from the noose
283 Preaching faith and salvation, waitin' on the night to arrive.
284 He was well connected but her heart was a snare
285 And she had left him to die in there
286 He was goin' down slow, just barely stayin' alive.
288 The cry of the peacock, flies buzz in my head
289 Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
291 We met at the station where the mission bells ring
292 She said, "I know what you're thinkin', but there ain't a thing
293 You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree.”
294 </pre>
297 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
298 Fannin' the flames in the furnace of desire
299 And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
300 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
301 </pre>
304 Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
306 But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
307 Every new messenger brings in evil report
308 'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
309 An' famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the walls.
311 Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain?
312 Did you ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain?
313 She had chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone.
314 I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil poundin' on tin
315 I see a house in the country bein' torn from within.
316 I can hear my ancestors callin' from the land far beyond.
317 </pre>
320 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
321 Fannin' the flames in the furnace of desire
322 And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
323 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
324 </pre>
326 <hr />
331 She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
332 From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
333 I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
334 Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
335 She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
336 By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy.
338 Was she a child or a woman, I can't say which
339 From one to another she could to easily switch
340 We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach.
341 Could I been used and played as a pawn?
342 It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
343 Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech.
344 </pre>
347 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
348 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
349 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
350 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
351 </pre>
354 She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
355 She said, "We got a mutual friend over by the door,
356 And you know he's got our best interest in mind.”
357 He was well connected but her heart was a snare
358 And she had left him to die in there,
359 There were payments due and he was a little behind.
361 The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,
362 Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed,
364 We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring,
365 She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
366 You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree.”
367 </pre>
370 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
371 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
372 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
373 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
374 </pre>
377 Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
379 But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
380 Every new messenger brings evil report
381 'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
382 And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls.
384 Would I have married her? I don't know, I suppose.
385 She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
386 But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin' on.
387 I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin,
388 I saw a house in the country being torn from within.
389 I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond.
390 </pre>
393 And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
394 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
395 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
396 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
397 </pre>
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