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4 de sept. de 2023 · Eure Meinungen und Gedanken sind der Schlüssel, um die Musik zum Leben zu erwecken. Der Song "Gates of Eden" ist mehr als nur Melodie und Text - er ist ein Gefühl, eine Geschichte, eine Erfahrung. Eure Interpretationen verleihen ihm Tiefe und Bedeutung. Wir sind neugierig, wie ihr diesen Song wahrnehmt.
27 de dic. de 2017 · Gates of Eden. Las Puertas del Edén. Of war and peace the truth just twists. De la guerra y la paz la verdad se enrosca, Its curfew gull just glides. desliza su falso toque de queda. Upon four-legged forest clouds. sobre el bosque de nubes cuadrúpedo. The cowboy angel rides.
Play: 1992/08/22 Bob Dylan1992Landsdowne Stadium - Ottawa, ON. Play: 1992/08/31 Bob Dylan1992Orpheum Theater - Minneapolis, MN. Play: 1992/09/06 Bob Dylan1992Liberty Memorial Park - Kansas City, MO. Play: 1993/04/19 Bob Dylan1993Huntsville Convention Center - Huntsville, AL. Play:
A bed that is never mine. As friends and other strangers. From their fates try to resign. Leaving men wholly, totally free. To do anything they wish to do but die. And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden. At dawn my lover comes to me. And tells me of her dreams. With no attempts to shovel the glimpse.
13 de feb. de 2014 · Gates of Eden Words and music Bob Dylan Released on Bringing It All Back Home (1965), and in a live version on Live 1964 (2004) Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem Chords: G 320003 or 320033 (before Cadd9) C/G 3x2013 Bm ' x04430 Bb ' xx3330 or x03330 Cadd9 x32033 The exact chord progression of the last two lines varies somewhat from verse to verse, the version in verse 4 is the default for the rest of the ...
Mientras llora a los siniestros rapaces que picotean sus miserables pecados. And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden. Y no hay pecados dentro de las puertas del Edén. verse. The kingdoms of experience, in a precious winds they rot. Los reinos de la experiencia, en los vientos preciosos se oxidan.
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden. At dawn my lover comes to me. And tells me of her dreams. With no attempts to shovel the glimpse. Into the ditch of what each one means. At times I think there are no words. But these to tell what's true. And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.
