Every Grain Of Sand por Bob Dylan, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Every Grain Of Sand

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Robert Allen Zimmerman, mais conhecido como Bob Dylan nasceu em Minnesota no ano de 1941. Aos dez anos de idade Dylan escreveu seus primeiros poemas e, ainda adolescente, aprendeu piano e guitarra sozinho. Começou cantando em grupos de rock, imitando Little Richard e Buddy Holly, mas quando foi para a Universidade de Mineapólis em 1959, voltou-se para a folk music. O primeiro álbum de Dylan foi lançado em 1962 e intitulado"Bob Dylan". No ano seguinte ele lança "The Freewhellin' Bob Dylan" que trazia "Blowin' In The Wind"

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In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
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When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
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There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
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Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

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Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
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Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
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In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good =
cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.