Three Angels
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They've been there since Christmas morn
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress

One you-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus going west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
Nobody stops to ask why

The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by




But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?

Overall Meaning

"Three Angels" is a song by Bob Dylan, released in 1980 as part of his album "Saved." The song is a vivid description of three angels playing their horns on a street corner, while strange and ordinary things happen around them. The lyrics create a powerful contrast between the beauty of the angels' music and the noise and chaos of city life.


The three angels, dressed in green robes with wings that stick out, have been there since Christmas morning, and they continue to play their horns all day long. The song describes various scenes that take place around them, including the wildest cat from Montana passing by, a lady in a bright orange dress, a one-Haul trailer and a truck with no wheels, and the Tenth Avenue bus going west. Even though the angels are playing their beautiful music, nobody seems to notice or care, with people going about their business without stopping to appreciate the angels' presence.


The song's lyrics suggest a sense of longing for something more significant and meaningful in the midst of the overwhelming urban environment. The angels represent the beauty of the world, while the noise and rush of the city represent the ugliness and chaos that surround us. The song seems to ask us whether we are willing to pay attention and appreciate the beauty of life that is often overlooked in our daily routines.


Line by Line Meaning

Three angels up above the street
Three celestial beings hover over the busy street


Each one playing a horn
Each angel is playing music on their instrument


Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
The angels are wearing green-colored gowns and have wings that are visible


They've been there since Christmas morn
The angels have been present since the morning of Christmas day


The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
A very fast and wild person from Montana rushes past the street


Then a lady in a bright orange dress
A woman wearing a brightly colored orange dress walks past


One you-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
A moving trailer and a truck without wheels are present on the street


The Tenth Avenue bus going west
A bus numbered Tenth Avenue is traveling in a westerly direction


The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
The dogs and pigeons in the area start flying and fluttering


A man with a badge skips by
A man in uniform runs past quickly, maybe because he’s rushing for his work


Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
Three men try to crawl their way back to work for some reason


Nobody stops to ask why
Despite the strange happenings, no one stops to question them


The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
A bakery truck pulls over near the fence


Where the angels stand high on their poles
The angels stand on high poles near the fence


The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
The driver of the bakery truck looks out, looking for someone in particular


In this concrete world full of souls
The world is depicted as a place made of concrete, full of life and people


The angels play on their horns all day
The angels continue playing their music all day long


The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
All life's stages and events appear to pass by through the angels perspective


But does anyone hear the music they play
The author questions whether anyone actually hears the heavenly music


Does anyone even try?
The author questions whether anyone even bothers to listen




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Paolo Yoghi

Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They've been there since Christmas morn
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress
One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus goin' west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
Nobody stops to ask why
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?



All comments from YouTube:

Alex Inzenga

I love this song its amazing the tempo lyrics an background sound are really well set up works really well together thanks for the share and thanks to the artist

JorgeLMarquez

Entre mis discos preferidos, realmente en estado de gracia incluso un peldaño más que de costumbre, Bob Dylan

abel sainz martin

Perfecto , amigo¡¡¡ Lo sigo escuchando desde que salió.

Paolo Yoghi

Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They've been there since Christmas morn
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress
One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus goin' west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
Nobody stops to ask why
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?

LEAD BELLY

My favourite album since a little girl

Jan Peter Baark

A powerfull poem. Don’t know why it is not more known. Maybe because of the religious connotations ?

Susan Eaden

Awesome

denise Reagan

It makes me cry in this concrete world full of souls

Jon Erlandson

Listen to insanity... Over and over and over... There comes a time when it has to be recognized... We are supposed to listen to ourselves... Then we reach out... Oops... No one there...

Olga Basoski

Spheric Bob, creator here❣️💥🌺🕊

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