Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Tambourine Man went yet further, evoking not just escape from bondage but an altered state of perception, with its plea for transportation through. The laughin, spinnin, and swingin under the sun are dreams of. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. What this is, mostly, is the singer describing their dreams and thoughts of youthfulness. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. All rights reserved by Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
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