Desolation Row (Live) 歌词

歌曲	Desolation Row (Live)
歌手	Bob Dylan
专辑	Bob Dylan: Melbourne, Australia (bootleg)
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Dylan
	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 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

	Now 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
	He looked so immaculately frightful
	As he bummed a cigarette
	Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
	And reciting the alphabet
	Now 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 pennywhistles
	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
	A perfect image of a priest
	They’re spoonfeeding 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 Outa Here If You Don’t Know
	Casanova is just being punished for going
	To Desolation Row”

	Now 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
	And 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 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

	zuo ci : Dylan
	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 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 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 fortunetelling 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

	Now Ophelia, she' s ' neath the window
	For her I feel so afraid
	On her twentysecond 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
	He looked so immaculately frightful
	As he bummed a cigarette
	Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
	And reciting the alphabet
	Now 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 pennywhistles
	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
	A perfect image of a priest
	They' re spoonfeeding Casanova
	To get him to feel more assured
	Then they' ll kill him with selfconfidence
	After poisoning him with words
	And the Phantom' s shouting to skinny girls
	" Get Outa Here If You Don' t Know
	Casanova is just being punished for going
	To Desolation Row"

	Now 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 heartattack 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
	And 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 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

	zuò cí : Dylan
	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 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 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 fortunetelling 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

	Now Ophelia, she' s ' neath the window
	For her I feel so afraid
	On her twentysecond 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
	He looked so immaculately frightful
	As he bummed a cigarette
	Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
	And reciting the alphabet
	Now 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 pennywhistles
	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
	A perfect image of a priest
	They' re spoonfeeding Casanova
	To get him to feel more assured
	Then they' ll kill him with selfconfidence
	After poisoning him with words
	And the Phantom' s shouting to skinny girls
	" Get Outa Here If You Don' t Know
	Casanova is just being punished for going
	To Desolation Row"

	Now 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 heartattack 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
	And 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 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

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