Текст песни Bob Dylan - Desolation Row

Chords by: Sliver24

"Desolation Row" by Bob Dylan

CAPO: II

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlour 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
Then 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 gettin' 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
Ah he looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then went off sniffing drain pipes
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

Doctor 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 gettin' 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 is 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

(*no lyrics - harmonica solo - optional*)

Yes I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob 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

/Sliver24