Random Lyricsreport

• Bob Dylan -- Desolation Row Lyrics

  
  They're selling postcards of the hanging
  
  They're painting the passports brown
  
  The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
  
  The circus is in town
  Here comes the blind commissioner
  
  They've got him in a trance
  
  One hand is tied to the tightrope walker
  
  The other is in his pants
  And the riot squad, they're restless
  
  They need somewhere to go
  
  As Lady and I look out tonight
  
  From Desolation Row
  Cinderella, she seems so easy
  
  "It takes one to know one," she smiles
  
  And puts her hands in her back pocket
  
  Bette Davis style 
   
   
  And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
  
  "You belong to me, I believe"
  
  And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
  
  You'd better leave"
  And the only sound that's left
  
  After the ambulances go
  
  Is Cinderella sweeping up
  
  On Desolation Row
  Now the moon is almost hidden
  
  The stars are beginning to hide
  
  The fortune telling lady
  
  Has even taken all her things inside
  All except for Cain and Abel
  
  And the hunchback of Notre Dame
  
  Everybody's making love
  
  Or else expecting rain
   
   
  
  And the good Samaritan, he's dressing
  
  He's getting ready for the show
  
  He's going to the carnival
  
  Tonight on Desolation Row
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
  
  For her I feel so afraid
  
  On her 22nd birthday
  
  She already is an old maid
  To her death is quite romantic
  
  She wears an ironed vest
  
  Her profession's her religion
  
  Her sin is her lifelessness
  And though her eyes are fixed upon
  
  Noah's great rainbow
  
  She spends her time peeking into
  
  Desolation Row
  Einstein disguised as Robin Hood
  
  With his memories in a trunk
  
  Passed this way an hour ago
  
  With his friend, a jealous monk
  Now he looked so immaculately frightful
  
  As he bummed a cigarette
  
  Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
  
  And reciting the alphabet
  You would not think to look at him
  
  But he was famous long ago
  
  For playing the electric violin
  
  On Desolation Row
  Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
  
  Inside of a leather cup
  
  But all his sexless patients
  
  They are trying to blow it up
  Now his nurse, some local loser
  
  She's in charge of the cyanide hole
  
  And she also keeps the cards that read
  
  "Have mercy on his soul"
  They all play on the penny whistle
  
  You can hear them blow
  
  If you lean your head out far enough
  
  From Desolation Row
  Across the street they've nailed the curtains
  
  They're getting ready for the feast
  
  The phantom of the opera
  
  In a perfect image of a priest
  They are spoon-feeding Casanova
  
  To get him to feel more assured
  
  Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
  
  After poisoning him with words
  And the phantom shouting to skinny girls
  
  "Get out of here if you don't know"
  
  Casanova is just being punished
  
  For going to Desolation Row
  At midnight all the agents
  
  And the superhuman crew
  
  Come out and round up everyone
  
  That knows more than they do
  And they bring them to the factory
  
  Where their heart attack machine
  
  Is strapped across their shoulders
  
  And then the kerosene
  Is brought down from the castles
  
  By insurance men who go
  
  Check to see that nobody is escaping
  
  To Desolation Row
  Praise be to Nero's Neptune
  
  The Titanic sails at dawn
  
  Everybody's shouting
  
  "Which side are you on?"
  
  And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliot
  
  Fighting in the captain's tower
  
  While calypso singers laugh at them
  
  And fishermen hold flowers
  
  Between the windows of the sea
  
  Where lovely mermaids flow
  
  And nobody has to think too much
  
  About Desolation Row
  
  Yes, I received your letter yesterday
  
  About the time the doorknob broke
  
  When you asked me how I was doing
  
  Was that some kind of joke?
  
  All these people that you mentioned
  
  Yes, I know them, they are quite lame
  
  I had to rearrange their faces
  
  And give them all another name
  
  Right now I can't read too good
  
  Don't send me no more letters, no
  
  Not unless you mail them from
  
  Desolation Row

  
  

New Random Lyrics