1833 – Bob Dylan – We better talk this over (1978)

Escrita por Bob Dylan, foi gravada entre abril e maio de 1978, no Run Down Studios, em Santa Monica, California e lançada no disco Street-Legal, o décimo oitavo disco de Bob Dylan, em 15 de junho de 1978. Foi produzida por Don DeVito. O disco foi uma partida de Bob do seu estilo anterior. Ele montou uma banda grande de pop rock pra gravação, com mulheres fazendo backing vocals. Bob cantou e tocou guitarra. Steve Douglas tocou sax tenor e sax soprano. David Mansfield tocou bandolim e violino. Alan pasqua tocou teclado. Billy Cross tocou guitarra. Steven Soles tocou guitarra e fez backing vocals. Jerry Scheff tocou baixo. Ian Wallace tocou bateria. Bobbye Hall tocou percussão. Carolyn Dennis, Joan Harris e Helena Springs fizeram backing vocals.

A letra:

I think we better talk this over
Maybe when we both get sober
You'll understand I'm only a man
Doin' the best that I can.

This situation can only get rougher.
Why should we needlessly suffer?
Let's call it a day, go our own different ways
Before we decay.

You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face,
We've done nothing to each other time will not erase.

I feel displaced, I got a low-down feeling
You been two-faced, you been double-dealing.
I took a chance, got caught in the trance
Of a downhill dance.

Oh, child, why you want to hurt me?
I'm exiled, you can't convert me.
I'm lost in the haze of your delicate ways
With both eyes glazed.

You don't have to yearn for love, you don't have to be alone,
Somewhere's in this universe there's a place that you can call home.

I guess I'll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
It'd be great to cross paths in a day and a half
Look at each other and laugh.

But I don't think it's liable to happen
Like the sound of one hand clappin'.
The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
'Neath the bed where we slept.

Don't think of me and fantasize on what we never had,
Be grateful for what we've shared together and be glad.

Why should we go on watching each other through a telescope?
Eventually we'll hang ourselves on all this tangled rope.

Oh, babe, time for a new transition
I wish I was a magician.
I would wave a wand and tie back the bond
That we've both gone beyond.

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