Song | Desolation Row |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7: No Direction Home - The Soundtrack |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:05.19] | They're selling postcards of the hanging |
[00:10.57] | They're painting the passports brown |
[00:15.56] | The beauty parlor is filled with sailors |
[00:21.13] | The circus is in town |
[00:26.00] | Here comes the blind commissioner |
[00:32.95] | They've got him in a trance |
[00:38.00] | One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker |
[00:40.64] | |
[00:43.51] | The other is in his pants |
[00:50.01] | And the riot squad they're restless |
[00:55.33] | They need somewhere to go |
[01:00.32] | As Lady and I look out tonight |
[01:04.88] | From Desolation Row |
[01:17.26] | Cinderella, she seems so easy |
[01:22.64] | "It takes one to know one," she smiles |
[01:27.20] | And puts her hands in her back pockets |
[01:33.51] | Bette Davis style |
[01:37.76] | And in comes Romeo, he's moaning |
[01:41.76] | "You Belong to Me I Believe" |
[01:47.72] | And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend |
[01:52.90] | You better leave" |
[01:57.40] | And the only sound that's left |
[02:02.53] | After the ambulances go |
[02:07.59] | Is Cinderella sweeping up |
[02:10.15] | |
[02:13.02] | On Desolation Row |
[02:24.21] | Now the moon is almost hidden |
[02:29.33] | The stars are beginning to hide |
[02:34.71] | The fortunetelling lady |
[02:39.02] | Has even taken all her things inside |
[02:44.21] | All except for Cain and Abel |
[02:49.14] | And the hunchback of Notre Dame |
[02:54.40] | Everybody is making love |
[02:59.08] | Or else expecting rain |
[03:04.08] | And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing |
[03:08.57] | He's getting ready for the show |
[03:14.13] | He's going to the carnival tonight |
[03:20.12] | On Desolation Row |
[03:31.06] | Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window |
[03:36.18] | For her I feel so afraid |
[03:41.12] | On her twenty-second birthday |
[03:45.74] | She already is an old maid |
[03:53.01] | To her, death is quite romantic |
[03:58.45] | She wears an iron vest |
[04:03.45] | Her profession's her religion |
[04:08.26] | Her sin is her lifelessness |
[04:13.07] | And though her eyes are fixed upon |
[04:18.26] | Noah's great rainbow |
[04:23.13] | She spends her time peeking |
[04:26.76] | Into Desolation Row |
[04:40.39] | Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood |
[04:44.82] | With his memories in a trunk |
[04:50.20] | Passed this way an hour ago |
[04:54.64] | With his friend, a jealous monk |
[05:02.14] | He looked so immaculately frightful |
[05:07.14] | As he bummed a cigarette |
[05:11.89] | Then he went off sniffing drainpipes |
[05:16.39] | And reciting the alphabet |
[05:21.51] | Now you would not think to look at him |
[05:26.26] | But he was famous long ago |
[05:31.51] | For playing the electric violin |
[05:35.95] | On Desolation Row |
[05:50.63] | Dr. Filth, he keeps his world |
[05:55.76] | Inside of a leather cup |
[06:00.32] | But all his sexless patients |
[06:05.32] | They're trying to blow it up |
[06:09.95] | Now his nurse, some local loser |
[06:14.95] | She's in charge of the cyanide hose |
[06:20.01] | And she also keeps the cards that read |
[06:24.57] | "Have Mercy on His Soul" |
[06:29.57] | They all play on penny whistles |
[06:34.76] | You can hear them blow |
[06:39.39] | If you lean your head out far enough |
[06:43.88] | From Desolation Row |
[06:58.64] | Across the street they've nailed the curtains |
[07:03.00] | They're getting ready for the feast |
[07:08.32] | The Phantom of the Opera |
[07:12.57] | A perfect image of a priest |
[07:19.07] | They're spoonfeeding Casanova |
[07:24.07] | To get him to feel more assured |
[07:28.57] | Then they'll kill him with self-confidence |
[07:33.20] | After poisoning him with words |
[07:40.63] | And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls |
[07:45.57] | "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know |
[07:50.45] | Casanova is just being punished for going |
[07:55.88] | To Desolation Row" |
[08:11.70] | Now at midnight all the agents |
[08:16.50] | And the superhuman crew |
[08:21.69] | Come out and round up everyone |
[08:26.01] | That knows more than they do |
[08:35.44] | Then they bring them to the factory |
[08:40.38] | Where the heart-attack machine |
[08:45.19] | Is strapped across their shoulders |
[08:49.63] | And then the kerosene |
[08:52.44] | Is brought down from the castles |
[08:59.01] | By insurance men who go |
[09:04.00] | Check to see that nobody is escaping |
[09:08.76] | To Desolation Row |
[09:25.37] | Praise be to Nero's Neptune |
[09:30.32] | The Titanic sails at dawn |
[09:35.88] | And everybody's shouting |
[09:40.31] | "Which Side Are You On?" |
[09:46.57] | And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot |
[09:51.75] | Fighting in the captain's tower |
[09:56.07] | While calypso singers laugh at them |
[10:00.82] | And fishermen hold flowers |
[10:06.01] | Between the windows of the sea |
[10:10.69] | Where lovely mermaids flow |
[10:15.44] | And nobody has to think too much |
[10:19.82] | About Desolation Row |
[10:34.07] | Yes, I received your letter yesterday |
[10:38.56] | (About the time the door knob broke) |
[10:43.19] | When you asked how I was doing |
[10:48.38] | Was that some kind of joke? |
[10:54.38] | All these people that you mention |
[11:00.94] | Yes, I know them, they're quite lame |
[11:05.81] | I had to rearrange their faces |
[11:10.50] | And give them all another name |
[11:18.01] | Right now I can't read too good |
[11:22.38] | Don't send me no more letters no |
[11:25.63] | Not unless you mail them |
[11:31.13] | From Desolation Row |
[00:05.19] | They' re selling postcards of the hanging |
[00:10.57] | They' re painting the passports brown |
[00:15.56] | The beauty parlor is filled with sailors |
[00:21.13] | The circus is in town |
[00:26.00] | Here comes the blind commissioner |
[00:32.95] | They' ve got him in a trance |
[00:38.00] | One hand is tied to the tightrope walker |
[00:40.64] | |
[00:43.51] | The other is in his pants |
[00:50.01] | And the riot squad they' re restless |
[00:55.33] | They need somewhere to go |
[01:00.32] | As Lady and I look out tonight |
[01:04.88] | From Desolation Row |
[01:17.26] | Cinderella, she seems so easy |
[01:22.64] | " It takes one to know one," she smiles |
[01:27.20] | And puts her hands in her back pockets |
[01:33.51] | Bette Davis style |
[01:37.76] | And in comes Romeo, he' s moaning |
[01:41.76] | " You Belong to Me I Believe" |
[01:47.72] | And someone says," You' re in the wrong place, my friend |
[01:52.90] | You better leave" |
[01:57.40] | And the only sound that' s left |
[02:02.53] | After the ambulances go |
[02:07.59] | Is Cinderella sweeping up |
[02:10.15] | |
[02:13.02] | On Desolation Row |
[02:24.21] | Now the moon is almost hidden |
[02:29.33] | The stars are beginning to hide |
[02:34.71] | The fortunetelling lady |
[02:39.02] | Has even taken all her things inside |
[02:44.21] | All except for Cain and Abel |
[02:49.14] | And the hunchback of Notre Dame |
[02:54.40] | Everybody is making love |
[02:59.08] | Or else expecting rain |
[03:04.08] | And the Good Samaritan, he' s dressing |
[03:08.57] | He' s getting ready for the show |
[03:14.13] | He' s going to the carnival tonight |
[03:20.12] | On Desolation Row |
[03:31.06] | Now Ophelia, she' s ' neath the window |
[03:36.18] | For her I feel so afraid |
[03:41.12] | On her twentysecond birthday |
[03:45.74] | She already is an old maid |
[03:53.01] | To her, death is quite romantic |
[03:58.45] | She wears an iron vest |
[04:03.45] | Her profession' s her religion |
[04:08.26] | Her sin is her lifelessness |
[04:13.07] | And though her eyes are fixed upon |
[04:18.26] | Noah' s great rainbow |
[04:23.13] | She spends her time peeking |
[04:26.76] | Into Desolation Row |
[04:40.39] | Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood |
[04:44.82] | With his memories in a trunk |
[04:50.20] | Passed this way an hour ago |
[04:54.64] | With his friend, a jealous monk |
[05:02.14] | He looked so immaculately frightful |
[05:07.14] | As he bummed a cigarette |
[05:11.89] | Then he went off sniffing drainpipes |
[05:16.39] | And reciting the alphabet |
[05:21.51] | Now you would not think to look at him |
[05:26.26] | But he was famous long ago |
[05:31.51] | For playing the electric violin |
[05:35.95] | On Desolation Row |
[05:50.63] | Dr. Filth, he keeps his world |
[05:55.76] | Inside of a leather cup |
[06:00.32] | But all his sexless patients |
[06:05.32] | They' re trying to blow it up |
[06:09.95] | Now his nurse, some local loser |
[06:14.95] | She' s in charge of the cyanide hose |
[06:20.01] | And she also keeps the cards that read |
[06:24.57] | " Have Mercy on His Soul" |
[06:29.57] | They all play on penny whistles |
[06:34.76] | You can hear them blow |
[06:39.39] | If you lean your head out far enough |
[06:43.88] | From Desolation Row |
[06:58.64] | Across the street they' ve nailed the curtains |
[07:03.00] | They' re getting ready for the feast |
[07:08.32] | The Phantom of the Opera |
[07:12.57] | A perfect image of a priest |
[07:19.07] | They' re spoonfeeding Casanova |
[07:24.07] | To get him to feel more assured |
[07:28.57] | Then they' ll kill him with selfconfidence |
[07:33.20] | After poisoning him with words |
[07:40.63] | And the Phantom' s shouting to skinny girls |
[07:45.57] | " Get Outa Here If You Don' t Know |
[07:50.45] | Casanova is just being punished for going |
[07:55.88] | To Desolation Row" |
[08:11.70] | Now at midnight all the agents |
[08:16.50] | And the superhuman crew |
[08:21.69] | Come out and round up everyone |
[08:26.01] | That knows more than they do |
[08:35.44] | Then they bring them to the factory |
[08:40.38] | Where the heartattack machine |
[08:45.19] | Is strapped across their shoulders |
[08:49.63] | And then the kerosene |
[08:52.44] | Is brought down from the castles |
[08:59.01] | By insurance men who go |
[09:04.00] | Check to see that nobody is escaping |
[09:08.76] | To Desolation Row |
[09:25.37] | Praise be to Nero' s Neptune |
[09:30.32] | The Titanic sails at dawn |
[09:35.88] | And everybody' s shouting |
[09:40.31] | " Which Side Are You On?" |
[09:46.57] | And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot |
[09:51.75] | Fighting in the captain' s tower |
[09:56.07] | While calypso singers laugh at them |
[10:00.82] | And fishermen hold flowers |
[10:06.01] | Between the windows of the sea |
[10:10.69] | Where lovely mermaids flow |
[10:15.44] | And nobody has to think too much |
[10:19.82] | About Desolation Row |
[10:34.07] | Yes, I received your letter yesterday |
[10:38.56] | About the time the door knob broke |
[10:43.19] | When you asked how I was doing |
[10:48.38] | Was that some kind of joke? |
[10:54.38] | All these people that you mention |
[11:00.94] | Yes, I know them, they' re quite lame |
[11:05.81] | I had to rearrange their faces |
[11:10.50] | And give them all another name |
[11:18.01] | Right now I can' t read too good |
[11:22.38] | Don' t send me no more letters no |
[11:25.63] | Not unless you mail them |
[11:31.13] | From Desolation Row |
[00:05.19] | They' re selling postcards of the hanging |
[00:10.57] | They' re painting the passports brown |
[00:15.56] | The beauty parlor is filled with sailors |
[00:21.13] | The circus is in town |
[00:26.00] | Here comes the blind commissioner |
[00:32.95] | They' ve got him in a trance |
[00:38.00] | One hand is tied to the tightrope walker |
[00:40.64] | |
[00:43.51] | The other is in his pants |
[00:50.01] | And the riot squad they' re restless |
[00:55.33] | They need somewhere to go |
[01:00.32] | As Lady and I look out tonight |
[01:04.88] | From Desolation Row |
[01:17.26] | Cinderella, she seems so easy |
[01:22.64] | " It takes one to know one," she smiles |
[01:27.20] | And puts her hands in her back pockets |
[01:33.51] | Bette Davis style |
[01:37.76] | And in comes Romeo, he' s moaning |
[01:41.76] | " You Belong to Me I Believe" |
[01:47.72] | And someone says," You' re in the wrong place, my friend |
[01:52.90] | You better leave" |
[01:57.40] | And the only sound that' s left |
[02:02.53] | After the ambulances go |
[02:07.59] | Is Cinderella sweeping up |
[02:10.15] | |
[02:13.02] | On Desolation Row |
[02:24.21] | Now the moon is almost hidden |
[02:29.33] | The stars are beginning to hide |
[02:34.71] | The fortunetelling lady |
[02:39.02] | Has even taken all her things inside |
[02:44.21] | All except for Cain and Abel |
[02:49.14] | And the hunchback of Notre Dame |
[02:54.40] | Everybody is making love |
[02:59.08] | Or else expecting rain |
[03:04.08] | And the Good Samaritan, he' s dressing |
[03:08.57] | He' s getting ready for the show |
[03:14.13] | He' s going to the carnival tonight |
[03:20.12] | On Desolation Row |
[03:31.06] | Now Ophelia, she' s ' neath the window |
[03:36.18] | For her I feel so afraid |
[03:41.12] | On her twentysecond birthday |
[03:45.74] | She already is an old maid |
[03:53.01] | To her, death is quite romantic |
[03:58.45] | She wears an iron vest |
[04:03.45] | Her profession' s her religion |
[04:08.26] | Her sin is her lifelessness |
[04:13.07] | And though her eyes are fixed upon |
[04:18.26] | Noah' s great rainbow |
[04:23.13] | She spends her time peeking |
[04:26.76] | Into Desolation Row |
[04:40.39] | Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood |
[04:44.82] | With his memories in a trunk |
[04:50.20] | Passed this way an hour ago |
[04:54.64] | With his friend, a jealous monk |
[05:02.14] | He looked so immaculately frightful |
[05:07.14] | As he bummed a cigarette |
[05:11.89] | Then he went off sniffing drainpipes |
[05:16.39] | And reciting the alphabet |
[05:21.51] | Now you would not think to look at him |
[05:26.26] | But he was famous long ago |
[05:31.51] | For playing the electric violin |
[05:35.95] | On Desolation Row |
[05:50.63] | Dr. Filth, he keeps his world |
[05:55.76] | Inside of a leather cup |
[06:00.32] | But all his sexless patients |
[06:05.32] | They' re trying to blow it up |
[06:09.95] | Now his nurse, some local loser |
[06:14.95] | She' s in charge of the cyanide hose |
[06:20.01] | And she also keeps the cards that read |
[06:24.57] | " Have Mercy on His Soul" |
[06:29.57] | They all play on penny whistles |
[06:34.76] | You can hear them blow |
[06:39.39] | If you lean your head out far enough |
[06:43.88] | From Desolation Row |
[06:58.64] | Across the street they' ve nailed the curtains |
[07:03.00] | They' re getting ready for the feast |
[07:08.32] | The Phantom of the Opera |
[07:12.57] | A perfect image of a priest |
[07:19.07] | They' re spoonfeeding Casanova |
[07:24.07] | To get him to feel more assured |
[07:28.57] | Then they' ll kill him with selfconfidence |
[07:33.20] | After poisoning him with words |
[07:40.63] | And the Phantom' s shouting to skinny girls |
[07:45.57] | " Get Outa Here If You Don' t Know |
[07:50.45] | Casanova is just being punished for going |
[07:55.88] | To Desolation Row" |
[08:11.70] | Now at midnight all the agents |
[08:16.50] | And the superhuman crew |
[08:21.69] | Come out and round up everyone |
[08:26.01] | That knows more than they do |
[08:35.44] | Then they bring them to the factory |
[08:40.38] | Where the heartattack machine |
[08:45.19] | Is strapped across their shoulders |
[08:49.63] | And then the kerosene |
[08:52.44] | Is brought down from the castles |
[08:59.01] | By insurance men who go |
[09:04.00] | Check to see that nobody is escaping |
[09:08.76] | To Desolation Row |
[09:25.37] | Praise be to Nero' s Neptune |
[09:30.32] | The Titanic sails at dawn |
[09:35.88] | And everybody' s shouting |
[09:40.31] | " Which Side Are You On?" |
[09:46.57] | And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot |
[09:51.75] | Fighting in the captain' s tower |
[09:56.07] | While calypso singers laugh at them |
[10:00.82] | And fishermen hold flowers |
[10:06.01] | Between the windows of the sea |
[10:10.69] | Where lovely mermaids flow |
[10:15.44] | And nobody has to think too much |
[10:19.82] | About Desolation Row |
[10:34.07] | Yes, I received your letter yesterday |
[10:38.56] | About the time the door knob broke |
[10:43.19] | When you asked how I was doing |
[10:48.38] | Was that some kind of joke? |
[10:54.38] | All these people that you mention |
[11:00.94] | Yes, I know them, they' re quite lame |
[11:05.81] | I had to rearrange their faces |
[11:10.50] | And give them all another name |
[11:18.01] | Right now I can' t read too good |
[11:22.38] | Don' t send me no more letters no |
[11:25.63] | Not unless you mail them |
[11:31.13] | From Desolation Row |