Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Striped pants in Kiev

     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.

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.

                How uncollectible,
                experience ever is.

Bob Dylan
Highway 61 Revisited
  Desolation Row
Warner Brothers, 1965©
Special Rider Music, 1993©

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