The Byrds - My Back Pages



E C#m Abm
Crimson flames tied through my ears
A B E
Rollin' high and mighty traps
E C#m Abm
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
A B
Using ideas as my maps
C#m Abm
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
A B
Proud 'neath heated brow.
E A E
Ah, but I was so much older then,
A B E (intro riff twice)
I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts [flanks] of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
bI'm younger than that now.
[The next two verses were left out by The Byrds]
Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
[The Byrds pick it up here]
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led [Sisters fled] by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
[12-string guitar solo followed by the refrain]
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.









E C#m Abm
Crimson flames tied through my ears
A B E
Rollin' high and mighty traps
E C#m Abm
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
A B
Using ideas as my maps
C#m Abm
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
A B
Proud 'neath heated brow.
E A E
Ah, but I was so much older then,
A B E (intro riff twice)
I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts [flanks] of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
bI'm younger than that now.
[The next two verses were left out by The Byrds]
Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
[The Byrds pick it up here]
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led [Sisters fled] by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
[12-string guitar solo followed by the refrain]
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.







The Byrds - My Back Pages (1967)

The Byrds - My Back Pages (1967) LP: Younger Than Yesterday.

My Back Pages with lyrics

Written by Bob Dylan, recorded by the Byrds.

The Byrds, My Back Pages (lyrics on screen)

written by Bob Dylan 1967 album: Younger Than Yesterday.

The Byrds - My Back Pages

Off Younger Than Yesterday (1967). Crimson flames tied through my ears Throwin' high and mighty traps Countless fire and flaming road Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said...

The Byrds - My Back Pages (Audio)

Music video by The Byrds performing My Back Pages (Audio). Originally released 1966. All rights reserved by Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment.

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