Desolation Row
作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob 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 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 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 ***less 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 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'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 door knob 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
Desolation RowLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:08.269]They're selling postcards of the hanging
[00:13.339]They're painting the passports brown
[00:17.709]The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
[00:22.900]The circus is in town
[00:27.340]Here comes the blind commissioner
[00:31.659]They've got him in a trance
[00:35.900]One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
[00:40.910]The other is in his pants
[00:44.900]And the riot squad they're restless
[00:50.100]They need somewhere to go
[00:54.900]As Lady and I look out tonight
[00:58.160]From Desolation Row
[01:03.100]
[01:07.290]Cinderella, she seems so easy
[01:12.160]"It takes one to know one," she smiles
[01:16.670]And puts her hands in her back pockets
[01:21.730]Bette Davis style
[01:25.720]And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
[01:29.910]"You Belong to Me I Believe"
[01:34.350]And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
[01:39.740]You better leave"
[01:44.300]And the only sound that's left
[01:47.990]After the ambulances go
[01:53.300]Is Cinderella sweeping up
[01:56.550]On Desolation Row
[02:01.200]
[02:05.560]Now the moon is almost hidden
[02:10.179]The stars are beginning to hide
[02:14.299]The fortunetelling lady
[02:19.119]Has even taken all her things inside
[02:24.299]All except for Cain and Abel
[02:27.739]And the hunchback of Notre Dame
[02:32.369]Everybody is making love
[02:36.499]Or else expecting rain
[02:41.249]And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
[02:45.799]He's getting ready for the show
[02:50.590]He's going to the carnival tonight
[02:54.249]On Desolation Row
[02:58.129]
[03:03.319]Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
[03:07.819]For her I feel so afraid
[03:12.690]On her twenty-second birthday
[03:16.320]She already is an old maid
[03:20.510]
[03:20.820]To her, death is quite romantic
[03:25.999]She wears an iron vest
[03:29.579]Her profession's her religion
[03:34.149]Her sin is her lifelessness
[03:38.519]And though her eyes are fixed upon
[03:43.269]Noah's great rainbow
[03:47.649]She spends her time peeking
[03:50.769]Into Desolation Row
[03:55.649]
[04:00.899]Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
[04:05.290]With his memories in a trunk
[04:09.659]Passed this way an hour ago
[04:13.529]With his friend, a jealous monk
[04:17.909]He looked so immaculately frightful
[04:22.530]As he bummed a cigarette
[04:26.659]Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
[04:30.909]And reciting the alphabet
[04:36.390]Now you would not think to look at him
[04:39.789]But he was famous long ago
[04:44.359]For playing the electric violin
[04:48.599]On Desolation Row
[04:52.500]
[04:57.599]Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
[05:02.109]Inside of a leather cup
[05:06.539]But all his ***less patients
[05:11.299]They're trying to blow it up
[05:15.239]Now his nurse, some local loser
[05:19.549]She's in charge of the cyanide hole
[05:23.929]And she also keeps the cards that read
[05:27.989]"Have Mercy on His Soul"
[05:33.179]They all play on penny whistles
[05:37.599]You can hear them blow
[05:41.620]If you lean your head out far enough
[05:45.679]From Desolation Row
[05:50.0]
[05:54.500]Across the street they've nailed the curtains
[05:58.808]They're getting ready for the feast
[06:03.560]The Phantom of the Opera
[06:07.560]In a perfect image of a priest
[06:12.0]They're spoonfeeding Casanova
[06:16.500]To get him to feel more assured
[06:20.679]Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
[06:24.870]After poisoning him with words
[06:29.620]
[06:30.570]And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
[06:35.250]"Get outa here if you don't know,
[06:39.630]Casanova is just being punished for going
[06:43.880]To Desolation Row"
[06:47.570]
[06:52.900]Now at midnight all the agents
[06:56.950]And the superhuman crew
[07:01.260]Come out and round up everyone
[07:05.580]That knows more than they do
[07:09.890]Then they bring them to the factory
[07:14.320]Where the heart-attack machine
[07:18.580]Is strapped across their shoulders
[07:22.640]And then the kerosene
[07:27.340]Is brought down from the castles
[07:31.400]By insurance men who go
[07:35.770]Check to see that nobody is escaping
[07:40.200]To Desolation Row
[07:43.960]
[07:47.800]Praise be to Nero's Neptune
[07:51.900]The Titanic sails at dawn
[07:55.840]And everybody's shouting
[08:00.719]"Which Side Are You On?"
[08:04.280]And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
[08:08.909]Fighting in the captain's tower
[08:13.990]While calypso singers laugh at them
[08:16.979]And fishermen hold flowers
[08:21.989]Between the windows of the sea
[08:26.359]Where lovely mermaids flow
[08:30.669]And nobody has to think too much
[08:34.679]About Desolation Row
[08:38.808]
[09:35.0]Yes, I received your letter yesterday
[09:38.770](About the time the door knob broke)
[09:42.960]When you asked how I was doing
[09:48.0]Was that some kind of joke?
[09:51.720]All these people that you mention
[09:56.300]Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
[10:00.210]I had to rearrange their faces
[10:04.520]And give them all another name
[10:09.400]Right now I can't read too good
[10:12.910]Don't send me no more letters no
[10:17.900]Not unless you mail them
[10:21.300]From Desolation Row
[10:26.220]
