My Back Pages

[00:07.84] Crimson flames tied through my years
[00:11.14] Flowing high and mighty trapped
[00:14.84] Countless fire and flaming roads
[00:19.28] Using ideas as my maps
[00:22.94] "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
[00:26.81] Proud 'neath heated brow
[00:30.17] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:34.52] I'm younger than that now
[00:38.12] Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
[00:38.64] "Rip down all hate", I screamed
[00:38.77] Lies that life is black and white
[00:38.98] Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
[00:39.19] Romantic flanks of musketeers
[00:39.38] Foundationed deep, somehow
[00:39.52] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:40.42] I'm younger than that now
[00:40.68] In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
[00:44.08] At the mongrel dogs who teach
[00:47.70] Fearing not I'd become my enemy
[00:51.60] In the instant that I preach
[00:55.76] Sisters fled by confusion boats
[00:59.53] Mutiny from stern to bow
[01:03.46] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:07.52] I'm younger than that now
[01:13.25] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:13.96] I'm younger than that now
[01:48.18] My guard stood hard when abstract threats
[01:51.07] Too noble to neglect
[01:55.16] Deceived me into thinking
[01:58.17] I had something to protect
[02:03.06] Good and bad, I define these terms
[02:06.52] Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
[02:10.32] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:14.95] I'm younger than that now
[02:20.44]