As i walked out tonight in the mystic garden The wounded flowers were danglin' from the vine I was passin' by yon cool crystal fountain Someone hit me from behind. Ain't talkin', just walkin' Through this weary world of woe Heart burnin', still yearnin' No one on earth would ever know. They say prayer has the power to heal, so pray for me, mother In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell I am a-tryin' to love my neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well. Ain't talkin', just walkin' I'll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart burnin', still yearnin' There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost. Now i'm all worn down by weepin' My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry If i catch my opponents ever sleepin' I'll just slaughter 'em where they lie. Ain't talkin', just walkin' Through the world mysterious and vague Heart burnin', still yearnin' Walkin' through the cities of the plague. Well the whole world is filled with speculation The whole wide world which people say is round They will tear your mind away from contemplation They will jump on your misfortune when you're down. Ain't talkin', just walkin' Eatin' hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town. Heart burnin', still yearnin' Some day you'll be glad to have me around. They will crush you with wealth and power Every wakin' moment you could crack I'll make the most of one last extra hour I'll avenge my father's death then i'll step back. Ain't talkin', just walkin' Hand me down my walkin' cane. Heart burnin', still yearnin' Got to get you out of my miserable brain. All my loyal and my much loved companions They approve of me and share my code I practice a faith that's been long abandoned Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road. Ain't talkin', just walkin' My mule is sick, my horse is blind. Heart burnin', still yearnin' Thinkin' 'bout that gal i left behind. Well it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flyin' Fame and honor never seem to fade The fire gone out but the light is never dyin' Who says i can't get heavenly aid? Ain't talkin', just walkin' Carryin' a dead man's seal Heart burnin', still yearnin' Walkin' with a toothache in my heel. The sufferin' is unending Every nook and cranny has its tears I'm not playin', i'm not pretendin' I'm not nursin' any superfluous fears. Ain't talkin', just walkin' Walkin' ever since the other night Heart burnin', still yearnin' Walkin' 'til i'm clean out of sight. As i walked out in the mystic garden On a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn Excuse me, ma'am, i beg your pardon There's no one here, the gardener is gone. Ain't talkin', just a-walkin' Up the road, around the bend. Heart burnin', still yearnin' In the last outback at the world's end.

American Times Vol. 4 Bob Dylan Modern Times LIVE - USA & Canada, Summer 2008 a Lewis, LostChords, JanTemp, Charlespoet & stewART production 2008 1 CD - 76m.43s from FLAC masters as torrented 2008 > converted to WAV w/ dbPowerAmp > edited with Audacity > FLAC 01 King George V's Army & Intro by Al Santos 02 Thunder on the Mountain - St. John's, Newfoundland 2008-05-23 03 Spirit on the Water - Worcester, Massachussetts 2008-05-16 04 Rollin' and Tumblin' - Worcester, Massachussetts 2008-05-16 05 When the Deal Goes Down - Saint John, New Brunswick 2008-05-19 06 Workingman's Blues # 2 - Halifax, Nova Scotia 2008-05-21 07 Beyond the Horizon - St. John's, Newfoundland 2008-05-23 08 Nettie Moore - Halifax, Nova Scotia 2008-05-21 09 The Levee's Gonna Break - Moncton, New Brunswick 2008-05-20 10 Ain't Talkin' - Lewiston, Maine 2008-05-17 encore ---- 11 Thunder on the Mountain / Band intros - Halifax, Nova Scotia 2008-05-21 12 Like a Rolling Stone - Halifax, Nova Scotia 2008-05-21 Sources - 1 2 5 6 7 8 9 11 12 - Romeo 3 4 10 - soomlos 01 - "King George V's Army" also known as "Georges Army March" or "Kitchener's Army" (Scottish March - 2/4 time) Familiar to Cape Breton musicians, it was composed by Pipe Major George S. McLennan of The Gordon Highlanders, Scotland (1883-1927), Cape Breton singer and musician John Allan Cameron popularized the tune on his LP, Get There By Dawn, with Barry Ewen on pipes. The army referenced in the title was the British army of World War I. 02 - Thunder on the Mountain - St. John's Review by Justin Bowman "I'm 21 years old, I've been listening to Dylan since I was 14, and my appreciation for him is at an all time high, after seeing tonight's show. Wow. How does the man still do it? How does a 67 year old man manage to stay on his feet for 2 hours straight, while dancing? It was simply amazing. A major improvement from the concert that I saw at the Halifax Metro Centre in 2002. The quality of every single song was excellent....... So the set is over, Bob and the band leave the stage, the lights go off, the building goes black, the people get loud. The loudest they were all night, in an effort to lure him back out on stage, for just 10 more minutes of the best damn band in the world today. The building remains dark for a while, the people get louder. And even louder, when the lights come back on, and music starts up again. THUNDER ON THE MOUNTAIN, wow. Great performance. "I was wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be" ... well I wasn't wondering that, I was just wondering how in the hell is Dylan still so good? ....." 08 - Nettie Moore - Halifax Review by Annie - "Nettie Moore remakes my evening when it's needed most. Donnie's fiddle is silky and sad. The first lines of the song are almost spoken, quietly and clearly. The hurdy-gurdy riffs of the keyboards guide this number, and Bob's voice is great on it, rising in midline -- "Oh I MISS ya Nettie Moore." Once he hesitates, then repeats, the personal pronoun a string of times: "I I I I'm ridin with you ..." This one number would have been worth ticket price." 11 - Band intros - Thank you, friends ! I want to introduce my band...... Donnie Herron's playin' on the steel guitar..... Donnie's from Brazil, doesnt speak a word of English, but he communicates very well without having to.... Encore: Thunder on the Mountain, Rolling Stone. Review by Annie - "The walking eye crowned in flame curtain attempts to fall and gets hung up, twisted in the middle. The logo looks pleasantly like a giant butterfly. The band introductions are interesting -- Bob introduces Denny while he's having a drink of water and comments on this, then gets to Donnie and announces, "Donnie's from Brazil. Doesn't speak a word of English, but he communicates" -- does he say -- "without havin to" or "with his hands"? A new debate for the ages. Donnie grins. Rolling Stone is somehow fresh on the umpteenth time tonight, and strangely intimate -- not grand and ponderous and marching as it sometimes seems. I don't realize until the end that my eyes are wet. We walk out of the terribly designed stadium, all the way up stairs, then back down, into a chilly windy night. Everyone starts to smoke, and no one wants to go home. It's before 10. Soon the bars on the hillside are full. A 56-year-old father and his 19-year-old son have both just heard Dylan for the first time, and stand together in the street, talking, for a long time. The son wants to take the ferry to Newfoundland, and they're discussing the feasibility. What a fine three days. A birthday I'll always remember and for which I'm most grateful -- in a lovely part of the world, too, where I had a lot of fun and saw some beautiful places. Put Atlantic Canada on your vacation list if you like the open sea with whales and iceberg shards in it, wide open places, hiding out in the woods, excellent seafood, and every 6 or 10 years or so, a little night music."