Song | Desolation Row |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | The Bootleg Series, Vol. 4: Bob Dylan Live, 1966: The |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:08.70] | They're selling postcards of the hanging |
[00:13.00] | They're painting the passports brown |
[00:18.10] | The beauty parlor is filled with sailors |
[00:21.60] | The circus is in town |
[00:27.40] | Here comes the blind commissioner |
[00:31.10] | They've got him in a trance |
[00:35.60] | One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker |
[00:40.40] | The other is in his pants |
[00:45.10] | And the riot squad they're restless |
[00:49.50] | They need somewhere to go |
[00:53.90] | As Lady and I look out tonight |
[00:58.50] | From Desolation Row |
[01:07.40] | Cinderella, she seems so easy |
[01:12.00] | "It takes one to know one," she smiles |
[01:16.70] | And puts her hands in her back pockets |
[01:21.20] | Bette Davis style |
[01:25.50] | And in comes Romeo, he's moaning |
[01:30.04] | "You Belong to Me I Believe" |
[01:33.91] | And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend |
[01:38.13] | You better leave" |
[01:43.48] | And the only sound that's left |
[01:46.63] | After the ambulances go |
[01:52.66] | Is Cinderella sweeping up |
[01:56.94] | On Desolation Row |
[02:03.72] | Now the moon is almost hidden |
[02:10.60] | The stars are beginning to hide |
[02:14.60] | The fortunetelling lady |
[02:19.12] | Has even taken all her things inside |
[02:23.60] | All except for Cain and Abel |
[02:26.75] | And the hunchback of Notre Dame |
[02:32.70] | Everybody is making love |
[02:36.63] | Or else expecting rain |
[02:41.40] | And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing |
[02:45.63] | He's getting ready for the show |
[02:50.06] | He's going to the carnival tonight |
[02:54.79] | On Desolation Row |
[03:03.32] | Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window |
[03:07.31] | For her I feel so afraid |
[03:11.68] | On her twenty-second birthday |
[03:15.39] | She already is an old maid |
[03:20.27] | To her, death is quite romantic |
[03:24.84] | She wears an iron vest |
[03:29.56] | Her profession's her religion |
[03:33.82] | Her sin is her lifelessness |
[03:38.60] | And though her eyes are fixed upon |
[03:43.31] | Noah's great rainbow |
[03:47.42] | She spends her time peeking |
[03:51.37] | Into Desolation Row |
[04:00.75] | Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood |
[04:05.02] | With his memories in a trunk |
[04:09.54] | Passed this way an hour ago |
[04:13.31] | With his friend, a jealous monk |
[04:17.81] | He looked so immaculately frightful |
[04:22.93] | As he bummed a cigarette |
[04:26.06] | Then he went off sniffing drainpipes |
[04:30.54] | And reciting the alphabet |
[04:35.33] | Now you would not think to look at him |
[04:39.52] | But he was famous long ago |
[04:44.43] | For playing the electric violin |
[04:47.97] | On Desolation Row |
[04:57.27] | Dr. Filth, he keeps his world |
[05:01.34] | Inside of a leather cup |
[05:06.03] | But all his sexless patients |
[05:09.98] | They're trying to blow it up |
[05:15.08] | Now his nurse, some local loser |
[05:19.12] | She's in charge of the cyanide hose |
[05:23.44] | And she also keeps the cards that read |
[05:27.91] | "Have Mercy on His Soul" |
[05:31.95] | They all play on penny whistles |
[05:36.48] | You can hear them blow |
[05:40.98] | If you lean your head out far enough |
[05:45.72] | From Desolation Row |
[05:53.41] | Across the street they've nailed the curtains |
[05:59.68] | They're getting ready for the feast |
[06:02.56] | The Phantom of the Opera |
[06:06.42] | A perfect image of a priest |
[06:10.87] | They're spoonfeeding Casanova |
[06:14.84] | To get him to feel more assured |
[06:19.36] | Then they'll kill him with self-confidence |
[06:23.60] | After poisoning him with words |
[06:27.97] | And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls |
[06:33.83] | "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know |
[06:38.46] | Casanova is just being punished for going |
[06:41.83] | To Desolation Row" |
[06:51.40] | Now at midnight all the agents |
[06:57.02] | And the superhuman crew |
[07:00.23] | Come out and round up everyone |
[07:03.97] | That knows more than they do |
[07:08.48] | Then they bring them to the factory |
[07:13.14] | Where the heart-attack machine |
[07:17.38] | Is strapped across their shoulders |
[07:22.68] | And then the kerosene |
[07:26.19] | Is brought down from the castles |
[07:31.67] | By insurance men who go |
[07:35.85] | Check to see that nobody is escaping |
[07:40.52] | To Desolation Row |
[07:47.05] | Praise be to Nero's Neptune |
[07:51.08] | The Titanic sails at dawn |
[07:55.75] | And everybody's shouting |
[07:59.90] | "Which Side Are You On?" |
[08:04.50] | And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot |
[08:08.52] | Fighting in the captain's tower |
[08:13.20] | While calypso singers laugh at them |
[08:17.35] | And fishermen hold flowers |
[08:22.05] | Between the windows of the sea |
[08:26.00] | Where lovely mermaids flow |
[08:30.83] | And nobody has to think too much |
[08:34.68] | About Desolation Row |
[08:41.37] | |
[09:34.73] | Yes, I received your letter yesterday |
[09:38.46] | (About the time the door knob broke) |
[09:43.28] | When you asked how I was doing |
[09:47.16] | Was that some kind of joke? |
[09:52.05] | All these people that you mention |
[09:56.32] | Yes, I know them, they're quite lame |
[10:00.19] | I had to rearrange their faces |
[10:04.63] | And give them all another name |
[10:08.55] | Right now I can't read too good |
[10:13.33] | Don't send me no more letters no |
[10:17.60] | Not unless you mail them |
[10:21.36] | From Desolation Row |
[10:26.33] | |
[10:36.60] | |
[11:20.10] |
[00:08.70] | They' re selling postcards of the hanging |
[00:13.00] | They' re painting the passports brown |
[00:18.10] | The beauty parlor is filled with sailors |
[00:21.60] | The circus is in town |
[00:27.40] | Here comes the blind commissioner |
[00:31.10] | They' ve got him in a trance |
[00:35.60] | One hand is tied to the tightrope walker |
[00:40.40] | The other is in his pants |
[00:45.10] | And the riot squad they' re restless |
[00:49.50] | They need somewhere to go |
[00:53.90] | As Lady and I look out tonight |
[00:58.50] | From Desolation Row |
[01:07.40] | Cinderella, she seems so easy |
[01:12.00] | " It takes one to know one," she smiles |
[01:16.70] | And puts her hands in her back pockets |
[01:21.20] | Bette Davis style |
[01:25.50] | And in comes Romeo, he' s moaning |
[01:30.04] | " You Belong to Me I Believe" |
[01:33.91] | And someone says," You' re in the wrong place, my friend |
[01:38.13] | You better leave" |
[01:43.48] | And the only sound that' s left |
[01:46.63] | After the ambulances go |
[01:52.66] | Is Cinderella sweeping up |
[01:56.94] | On Desolation Row |
[02:03.72] | Now the moon is almost hidden |
[02:10.60] | The stars are beginning to hide |
[02:14.60] | The fortunetelling lady |
[02:19.12] | Has even taken all her things inside |
[02:23.60] | All except for Cain and Abel |
[02:26.75] | And the hunchback of Notre Dame |
[02:32.70] | Everybody is making love |
[02:36.63] | Or else expecting rain |
[02:41.40] | And the Good Samaritan, he' s dressing |
[02:45.63] | He' s getting ready for the show |
[02:50.06] | He' s going to the carnival tonight |
[02:54.79] | On Desolation Row |
[03:03.32] | Now Ophelia, she' s ' neath the window |
[03:07.31] | For her I feel so afraid |
[03:11.68] | On her twentysecond birthday |
[03:15.39] | She already is an old maid |
[03:20.27] | To her, death is quite romantic |
[03:24.84] | She wears an iron vest |
[03:29.56] | Her profession' s her religion |
[03:33.82] | Her sin is her lifelessness |
[03:38.60] | And though her eyes are fixed upon |
[03:43.31] | Noah' s great rainbow |
[03:47.42] | She spends her time peeking |
[03:51.37] | Into Desolation Row |
[04:00.75] | Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood |
[04:05.02] | With his memories in a trunk |
[04:09.54] | Passed this way an hour ago |
[04:13.31] | With his friend, a jealous monk |
[04:17.81] | He looked so immaculately frightful |
[04:22.93] | As he bummed a cigarette |
[04:26.06] | Then he went off sniffing drainpipes |
[04:30.54] | And reciting the alphabet |
[04:35.33] | Now you would not think to look at him |
[04:39.52] | But he was famous long ago |
[04:44.43] | For playing the electric violin |
[04:47.97] | On Desolation Row |
[04:57.27] | Dr. Filth, he keeps his world |
[05:01.34] | Inside of a leather cup |
[05:06.03] | But all his sexless patients |
[05:09.98] | They' re trying to blow it up |
[05:15.08] | Now his nurse, some local loser |
[05:19.12] | She' s in charge of the cyanide hose |
[05:23.44] | And she also keeps the cards that read |
[05:27.91] | " Have Mercy on His Soul" |
[05:31.95] | They all play on penny whistles |
[05:36.48] | You can hear them blow |
[05:40.98] | If you lean your head out far enough |
[05:45.72] | From Desolation Row |
[05:53.41] | Across the street they' ve nailed the curtains |
[05:59.68] | They' re getting ready for the feast |
[06:02.56] | The Phantom of the Opera |
[06:06.42] | A perfect image of a priest |
[06:10.87] | They' re spoonfeeding Casanova |
[06:14.84] | To get him to feel more assured |
[06:19.36] | Then they' ll kill him with selfconfidence |
[06:23.60] | After poisoning him with words |
[06:27.97] | And the Phantom' s shouting to skinny girls |
[06:33.83] | " Get Outa Here If You Don' t Know |
[06:38.46] | Casanova is just being punished for going |
[06:41.83] | To Desolation Row" |
[06:51.40] | Now at midnight all the agents |
[06:57.02] | And the superhuman crew |
[07:00.23] | Come out and round up everyone |
[07:03.97] | That knows more than they do |
[07:08.48] | Then they bring them to the factory |
[07:13.14] | Where the heartattack machine |
[07:17.38] | Is strapped across their shoulders |
[07:22.68] | And then the kerosene |
[07:26.19] | Is brought down from the castles |
[07:31.67] | By insurance men who go |
[07:35.85] | Check to see that nobody is escaping |
[07:40.52] | To Desolation Row |
[07:47.05] | Praise be to Nero' s Neptune |
[07:51.08] | The Titanic sails at dawn |
[07:55.75] | And everybody' s shouting |
[07:59.90] | " Which Side Are You On?" |
[08:04.50] | And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot |
[08:08.52] | Fighting in the captain' s tower |
[08:13.20] | While calypso singers laugh at them |
[08:17.35] | And fishermen hold flowers |
[08:22.05] | Between the windows of the sea |
[08:26.00] | Where lovely mermaids flow |
[08:30.83] | And nobody has to think too much |
[08:34.68] | About Desolation Row |
[08:41.37] | |
[09:34.73] | Yes, I received your letter yesterday |
[09:38.46] | About the time the door knob broke |
[09:43.28] | When you asked how I was doing |
[09:47.16] | Was that some kind of joke? |
[09:52.05] | All these people that you mention |
[09:56.32] | Yes, I know them, they' re quite lame |
[10:00.19] | I had to rearrange their faces |
[10:04.63] | And give them all another name |
[10:08.55] | Right now I can' t read too good |
[10:13.33] | Don' t send me no more letters no |
[10:17.60] | Not unless you mail them |
[10:21.36] | From Desolation Row |
[10:26.33] | |
[10:36.60] | |
[11:20.10] |
[00:08.70] | They' re selling postcards of the hanging |
[00:13.00] | They' re painting the passports brown |
[00:18.10] | The beauty parlor is filled with sailors |
[00:21.60] | The circus is in town |
[00:27.40] | Here comes the blind commissioner |
[00:31.10] | They' ve got him in a trance |
[00:35.60] | One hand is tied to the tightrope walker |
[00:40.40] | The other is in his pants |
[00:45.10] | And the riot squad they' re restless |
[00:49.50] | They need somewhere to go |
[00:53.90] | As Lady and I look out tonight |
[00:58.50] | From Desolation Row |
[01:07.40] | Cinderella, she seems so easy |
[01:12.00] | " It takes one to know one," she smiles |
[01:16.70] | And puts her hands in her back pockets |
[01:21.20] | Bette Davis style |
[01:25.50] | And in comes Romeo, he' s moaning |
[01:30.04] | " You Belong to Me I Believe" |
[01:33.91] | And someone says," You' re in the wrong place, my friend |
[01:38.13] | You better leave" |
[01:43.48] | And the only sound that' s left |
[01:46.63] | After the ambulances go |
[01:52.66] | Is Cinderella sweeping up |
[01:56.94] | On Desolation Row |
[02:03.72] | Now the moon is almost hidden |
[02:10.60] | The stars are beginning to hide |
[02:14.60] | The fortunetelling lady |
[02:19.12] | Has even taken all her things inside |
[02:23.60] | All except for Cain and Abel |
[02:26.75] | And the hunchback of Notre Dame |
[02:32.70] | Everybody is making love |
[02:36.63] | Or else expecting rain |
[02:41.40] | And the Good Samaritan, he' s dressing |
[02:45.63] | He' s getting ready for the show |
[02:50.06] | He' s going to the carnival tonight |
[02:54.79] | On Desolation Row |
[03:03.32] | Now Ophelia, she' s ' neath the window |
[03:07.31] | For her I feel so afraid |
[03:11.68] | On her twentysecond birthday |
[03:15.39] | She already is an old maid |
[03:20.27] | To her, death is quite romantic |
[03:24.84] | She wears an iron vest |
[03:29.56] | Her profession' s her religion |
[03:33.82] | Her sin is her lifelessness |
[03:38.60] | And though her eyes are fixed upon |
[03:43.31] | Noah' s great rainbow |
[03:47.42] | She spends her time peeking |
[03:51.37] | Into Desolation Row |
[04:00.75] | Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood |
[04:05.02] | With his memories in a trunk |
[04:09.54] | Passed this way an hour ago |
[04:13.31] | With his friend, a jealous monk |
[04:17.81] | He looked so immaculately frightful |
[04:22.93] | As he bummed a cigarette |
[04:26.06] | Then he went off sniffing drainpipes |
[04:30.54] | And reciting the alphabet |
[04:35.33] | Now you would not think to look at him |
[04:39.52] | But he was famous long ago |
[04:44.43] | For playing the electric violin |
[04:47.97] | On Desolation Row |
[04:57.27] | Dr. Filth, he keeps his world |
[05:01.34] | Inside of a leather cup |
[05:06.03] | But all his sexless patients |
[05:09.98] | They' re trying to blow it up |
[05:15.08] | Now his nurse, some local loser |
[05:19.12] | She' s in charge of the cyanide hose |
[05:23.44] | And she also keeps the cards that read |
[05:27.91] | " Have Mercy on His Soul" |
[05:31.95] | They all play on penny whistles |
[05:36.48] | You can hear them blow |
[05:40.98] | If you lean your head out far enough |
[05:45.72] | From Desolation Row |
[05:53.41] | Across the street they' ve nailed the curtains |
[05:59.68] | They' re getting ready for the feast |
[06:02.56] | The Phantom of the Opera |
[06:06.42] | A perfect image of a priest |
[06:10.87] | They' re spoonfeeding Casanova |
[06:14.84] | To get him to feel more assured |
[06:19.36] | Then they' ll kill him with selfconfidence |
[06:23.60] | After poisoning him with words |
[06:27.97] | And the Phantom' s shouting to skinny girls |
[06:33.83] | " Get Outa Here If You Don' t Know |
[06:38.46] | Casanova is just being punished for going |
[06:41.83] | To Desolation Row" |
[06:51.40] | Now at midnight all the agents |
[06:57.02] | And the superhuman crew |
[07:00.23] | Come out and round up everyone |
[07:03.97] | That knows more than they do |
[07:08.48] | Then they bring them to the factory |
[07:13.14] | Where the heartattack machine |
[07:17.38] | Is strapped across their shoulders |
[07:22.68] | And then the kerosene |
[07:26.19] | Is brought down from the castles |
[07:31.67] | By insurance men who go |
[07:35.85] | Check to see that nobody is escaping |
[07:40.52] | To Desolation Row |
[07:47.05] | Praise be to Nero' s Neptune |
[07:51.08] | The Titanic sails at dawn |
[07:55.75] | And everybody' s shouting |
[07:59.90] | " Which Side Are You On?" |
[08:04.50] | And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot |
[08:08.52] | Fighting in the captain' s tower |
[08:13.20] | While calypso singers laugh at them |
[08:17.35] | And fishermen hold flowers |
[08:22.05] | Between the windows of the sea |
[08:26.00] | Where lovely mermaids flow |
[08:30.83] | And nobody has to think too much |
[08:34.68] | About Desolation Row |
[08:41.37] | |
[09:34.73] | Yes, I received your letter yesterday |
[09:38.46] | About the time the door knob broke |
[09:43.28] | When you asked how I was doing |
[09:47.16] | Was that some kind of joke? |
[09:52.05] | All these people that you mention |
[09:56.32] | Yes, I know them, they' re quite lame |
[10:00.19] | I had to rearrange their faces |
[10:04.63] | And give them all another name |
[10:08.55] | Right now I can' t read too good |
[10:13.33] | Don' t send me no more letters no |
[10:17.60] | Not unless you mail them |
[10:21.36] | From Desolation Row |
[10:26.33] | |
[10:36.60] | |
[11:20.10] |