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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=56830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Desolation Row</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theyre selling postcards of the hanging<br>Theyre painting the passports brown<br>The beauty parlor is filled with sailors<br>The circus is in town<br>Here comes the blind commissioner<br>Theyve got him in a trance<br>One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker<br>The other is in his pants<br>And the riot squad theyre restless<br>They need somewhere to go<br>As lady and I look out tonight<br>From desolation row<br>Cinderella, she seems so easy<br>It takes one to know one, she smiles<br>And puts her hands in her back pockets<br>Bette davis style<br>And in comes romeo, hes moaning<br>You belong to me I believe<br>And someone says, youre in the wrong place, my friend<br>You better leave<br>And the only sound thats left<br>After the ambulances go<br>Is cinderella sweeping up<br>On desolation row<br>Now the moon is almost hidden<br>The stars are beginning to hide<br>The fortunetelling lady<br>Has even taken all her things inside<br>All except for cain and abel<br>And the hunchback of notre dame<br>Everybody is making love<br>Or else expecting rain<br>And the good samaritan, hes dressing<br>Hes getting ready for the show<br>Hes going to the carnival tonight<br>On desolation row<br>Now ophelia, shes neath the window<br>For her I feel so afraid<br>On her twenty-second birthday<br>She already is an old maid<br>To her, death is quite romantic<br>She wears an iron vest<br>Her professions her religion<br>Her sin is her lifelessness<br>And though her eyes are fixed upon<br>Noahs great rainbow<br>She spends her time peeking<br>Into desolation row<br>Einstein, disguised as robin hood<br>With his memories in a trunk<br>Passed this way an hour ago<br>With his friend, a jealous monk<br>He looked so immaculately frightful<br>As he bummed a cigarette<br>Then he went off sniffing drainpipes<br>And reciting the alphabet<br>Now you would not think to look at him<br>But he was famous long ago<br>For playing the electric violin<br>On desolation row<br>Dr. filth, he keeps his world<br>Inside of a leather cup<br>But all his sexless patients<br>Theyre trying to blow it up<br>Now his nurse, some local loser<br>Shes in charge of the cyanide hole<br>And she also keeps the cards that read<br>Have mercy on his soul<br>They all play on penny whistles<br>You can hear them blow<br>If you lean your head out far enough<br>From desolation row<br>Across the street theyve nailed the curtains<br>Theyre getting ready for the feast<br>The phantom of the opera<br>A perfect image of a priest<br>Theyre spoonfeeding casanova<br>To get him to feel more assured<br>Then theyll kill him with self-confidence<br>After poisoning him with words<br>And the phantoms shouting to skinny girls<br>Get outa here if you dont know<br>Casanova is just being punished for going<br>To desolation row<br>Now at midnight all the agents<br>And the superhuman crew<br>Come out and round up everyone<br>That knows more than they do<br>Then they bring them to the factory<br>Where the heart-attack machine<br>Is strapped across their shoulders<br>And then the kerosene<br>Is brought down from the castles<br>By insurance men who go<br>Check to see that nobody is escaping<br>To desolation row<br>Praise be to neros neptune<br>The titanic sails at dawn<br>And everybodys shouting<br>Which side are you on? <br>And ezra pound and t. s. eliot<br>Fighting in the captains tower<br>While calypso singers laugh at them<br>And fishermen hold flowers<br>Between the windows of the sea<br>Where lovely mermaids flow<br>And nobody has to think too much<br>About desolation row<br>Yes, I received your letter yesterday<br>(about the time the door knob broke)<br>When you asked how I was doing<br>Was that some kind of joke? <br>All these people that you mention<br>Yes, I know them, theyre quite lame<br>I had to rearrange their faces<br>And give them all another name<br>Right now I cant read too good<br>Dont send me no more letters no<br>Not unless you mail them<br>From desolation row</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bob Dylan - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
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One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
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