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Desolation Row

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Intro:
              

              
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 tight-rope 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 pockets 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 is 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 twenty-second birthday 
                    

she already is an old maid
                   
To her, death is quite romantic 
                

she wears an iron 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
        
And he when 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're 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 whistles, 
                 

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's shouting to skinny girls, 
                           

"Get outta 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
                        
Then they bring them to the factory 
                         

where the 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. Eliot 
                        

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 mention, yes, 
                         

I know them, they're 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

                            

                            

                            

## Credits

Autore: DYLAN BOB Copyright: © SONY MUSIC PUBLISHING