..
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
[fragment]
Warner Brothers, 1965©
Special Rider Music, 1993©
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