<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1101522455675881636</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 02:27:38 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Bob Dylan</category><category>older</category><category>younger</category><title>Bob Dylan Lyrics: My Back Pages</title><description>&quot;We&#39;ll meet on edges, soon,&quot; said I &#xa;Proud &#39;neath heated brow. &#xa;Ah, but I was so much older then, &#xa;I&#39;m younger than that now.&quot;</description><link>http://dylanlyricsmybackpages.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Loren Roberts)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1101522455675881636.post-8795656548408018714</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T10:53:01.344-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob Dylan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">older</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">younger</category><title>My Back Pages</title><description>&lt;em&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson flames tied through my ears&lt;br /&gt;Rollin&#39; high and mighty traps&lt;br /&gt;Pounced with fire on flaming roads&lt;br /&gt;Using ideas as my maps&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ll meet on edges, soon,&quot; said I&lt;br /&gt;Proud &#39;neath heated brow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth&lt;br /&gt;Rip down all hate,&quot; I screamed&lt;br /&gt;Lies that life is black and white&lt;br /&gt;Spoke from my skull.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamedRomantic facts of musketeers&lt;br /&gt;Foundationed deep, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls&#39; faces formed the forward path&lt;br /&gt;From phony jealousy&lt;br /&gt;To memorizing politics&lt;br /&gt;Of ancient history&lt;br /&gt;Flung down by corpse evangelists&lt;br /&gt;Unthought of, though, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A self-ordained professor&#39;s tongue&lt;br /&gt;Too serious to foolSpouted out that liberty&lt;br /&gt;Is just equality in school&lt;br /&gt;Equality,&quot; I spoke the word&lt;br /&gt;As if a wedding vow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a soldier&#39;s stance, I aimed my hand&lt;br /&gt;At the mongrel dogs who teach&lt;br /&gt;Fearing not that I&#39;d become my enemy&lt;br /&gt;In the instant that I preach&lt;br /&gt;My pathway led by confusion boats&lt;br /&gt;Mutiny from stern to bow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats&lt;br /&gt;Too noble to neglect&lt;br /&gt;Deceived me into thinking&lt;br /&gt;I had something to protect&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad, I define these terms&lt;br /&gt;Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m younger than that now.</description><link>http://dylanlyricsmybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-back-pages-bob-dylan-1988-crimson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Loren Roberts)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>