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After 8 years of silence, Bob Dylan unveils a new 17-minute song…

Murder Now Foul released on March 27 discusses the murder of John F. Kennedy.

The 2016 Nobel Prize in Literature, greeted his fans: “This is a never released song, recorded some time ago, that you might find interesting. Take care, be conscientious, and may God be with you,” he wrote.

Bob Dylan's latest album including original tracks composed by him, Tempest, dates from 2012. 

Lyrics

Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb

He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face
We've already got someone here to take your place

The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quickly, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes

Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul

Hush, little children. You'll understand
The Beatles are comin'; they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm going to Woodstock; it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll

Stack up the bricks, for the cement
Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street

When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make left-hand turn
I'm going down to the crossroads; gonna flag a ride

The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Hello, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don't give a damn

What is the truth, and where does it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby; they oughta know
“Shut your mouth,” said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it's a murder most foul

Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left; got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap

Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do? They pounded on the bread
But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that

Freedom, oh freedom. Freedom cover me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin'; tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Susie; let's go for a drive

Cross the Trinity River; let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on; don't touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles

You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder's film I saw night before
Seen it 33 times, maybe more
It's vile and deceitful. It's cruel and it's mean
Ugliest thing that you have ever seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice

The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son
The age of the Antichrist has only begun.”
Air Force One coming in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel
It is what it is, and it's murder most foul

What's new, pussycat? What'd I say?
I said the soul of a nation has been torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's 36 hours past Judgment Day

Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues
He's going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac

Play me that “Only the Good Die Young”
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play St. James Infirmary and the Court of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too. Play “I'd Rather Go Blind”
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker. Play “Scratch My Back.”
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

Play “Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Karl Wirsum, too
Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play “Twilight Time”
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and “Another One Bites the Dust”
Play “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In God We Trust”
Ride the pink horse down the long, lonely road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend; play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz
Play “Blue Sky”; play Dickey Betts
Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and “All That Jazz”
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers, play the odds
Play “Cry Me A River” for the Lord of the Gods
Play Number 9, play Number 6
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole, play “Nature Boy”
Play “Down In The Boondocks” for Terry Malloy
Play “It Happened One Night” and “One Night of Sin”
There's 12 Million souls that are listening in
Play “Merchant of Venice”, play “Merchants of Death”
Play “Stella by Starlight” for Lady Macbeth

Don't worry, Mr. President. Help's on the way
Your brothers are coming; there'll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?
Tell them, “We're waiting. Keep coming.” We'll get them as well

Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground
Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play “Misty” for me and “That Old Devil Moon”
Play “Anything Goes” and “Memphis in June”
Play “Lonely At the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave”
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton, play “Lucille”
Play “Deep In a Dream”, and play “Driving Wheel”
Play “Moonlight Sonata” in F-sharp
And “A Key to the Highway” for the king on the harp
Play “Marching Through Georgia” and “Dumbarton’s Drums”
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play “Love Me Or Leave Me” by the great Bud Powell
Play “The Blood-stained Banner”, play “Murder Most Foul”

Google translation":

It was a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will remain infamous
President Kennedy was ridiculous
Good day to live and good day to die
Being led to slaughter like a sacrificial lamb

He said, “Wait a minute, do you boys know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew his head off while he was still in the car
Shot like a dog in broad daylight
It was all about timing and the timing was right
You have unpaid debts; we came to collect
We will kill you with hatred; without any respect
We'll make fun of you and we'll shock you and we'll shove it in your face
We already have someone here to take your place

The day they blew out the king's brains
Thousands watched; no one saw anything
It happened so quickly, so quickly, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes

The greatest magic trick of all time under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a most horrible murder

Hush, little children. You will understand that
the Beatles arrive; they will hold your hand
Slide down the ramp, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the gorge
There are three tramps who come all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm going to Woodstock; This is the age of Aquarius.
Then I go to Altamont and sit near the stage.
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There's a party behind the Grassy Knoll

Stack the bricks, pour the cement
Don't say Dallas doesn't like you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to get to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after sunset
In the red light district they got the cop on the beat
Living in a Nightmare on Elm Street

When you're in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, turn left
I go down to the crossroads; will signal a turn

The place where faith, hope and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can
see if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Honestly, Miss Scarlett, I don't care

What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby; they know oughta
“Shut your mouth,” said the wise old owl.
Business is business, and it's a murder most foul

Tommy, can you hear me? I am the Acid Queen,
I ride in a long black limousine. I
get in the back seat next to my wife. I
heads straight to the beyond
. I have my head on his knees
Wait, I'

Where we ask for no quarter, and no quarter we give
We're right down the street from where you live
They mutilated his body and ripped out his brain
What more could they do? They piled up the pain
But his soul is not where it was supposed to be.
For fifty years, they have been searching for this

freedom, oh freedom. Freedom covers me
I hate to tell you, sir, but only the dead are free
Send me loves; tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and move forward
Wake up, little Susie; let's go for a drive

Cross the Trinity River; let's keep hope alive
Turn on the radio; don't touch the dials
Parkland Hospital, only six miles further

You made me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead
This magic bullet came to my head
I'm just a scapegoat like Patsy Cline I don't
never shot anyone in front or behind
I have blood in my eyes, blood in my ear
I'm never going to meet again
Zapruder film I saw the night before. I saw it
33 times, maybe more.
It is vile and deceptive. It's cruel and it's
ugliest thing you've ever seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
killed as a human sacrifice

The day they killed him, someone said to me: “Son
The age of Antichrist has only just begun.”
Air Force One entering through the gate
Johnson was sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel
It is what it is, and it is the most disgusting murder

What's up, pussycat? What did I say?
I said the soul of a nation had been ripped away
And it began to slowly decompose
And it was 36 hours after Judgment Day

Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues
He went on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac

Play me that “Only the good die young”
Take me to the place where Tom Dooley was hung
Play St. James Infirmary and the Court of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James too. Play “I’d Rather Be Blind”
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker. Play “Scratch My Back”.
Play it for the strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slowly
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

Play “Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling well
Play Don Henley,

Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play “Twilight Time”
Take me back to Tulsa to the crime scene
Play another one and “Another one bites the dust”
Play “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In God We Trust”
Ride the pink horse on the long lonely road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell dead like a tree without roots
Play it for the Reverend; play for the pastor
play for the dog that has no owner
play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz
Play “Blue Sky”; play Dickey Betts
play Art Pepper,

for Lady Macbeth Don't worry, Mr. President. Help is on the way

  

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